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Chapter Twenty-Four

"I believe it's time…that this country boy shows you how we dance down here in Oleander."

A playful growl escaped into his voice as he whispered to her in a way that only she could hear it, and sense the intense sensual side that he possessed for her and only her.

With his strong hand wrapped one of her smaller ones, Mark pulled Emily towards the center of the dance floor with a look of determination in his eye, and a desire for her curvaceous body to match it. He turned around to face her only to twirl her around a few times before pulling her body against his.

She fits so snug and perfectly against me right now…Her curves fit mine like a glove.

There was no doubt that he was becoming immensely turned on by how their bodies pressed against one another in a way to keep little to no space between them. The sensation of her round, firm breasts pressing against his chest through her dress, and the lower parts of their bodies tightly pressed together only made the fires he possessed deep inside to burn much more than they had before she entered his life.

Remember where you are at, Mark. His conscience whispered at him, slipping into the background and watching all that was going down. You are not exactly in the best of places to do what is on your mind at the moment.

The voice inside of his mind was indeed correct about that one thing. The crowded dance floor was no place for the kind of 'moment' he wanted to have with his fiery angel from Houston.

In an attempt to keep his raging hormones at bay and to calm his racing heart, Mark took a step back from her, and placed her hands on him to where they both were in a waltzing position. He returned his focus onto that of her eyes as his tall frame proceeded to dance the floor at an energetic pace.

Gazing back at him, Emily grinned from ear to ear and started to giggle as she kept the pace up with him. She was thoroughly enjoying herself, and didn't mind showing him that at all with so many people around them.

Finding her to be enjoying what he was doing with her, Mark started to become a little more daring with their fast paced waltz by spinning her around his entire body for a few moments before pulling her back to him, and having them to spin together for a brief span of time. The entire time he was showing her his dancing prowess, his inner voice caught the sound of Emily giggling much more with enjoyment and amusement pouring from her mouth.

You are doing a fantastic job, Mark. His conscience was sincerely surprised at capturing how happy he managed to make his date feel, but glad that he was doing so well at the same time. Keep this up, and you will be sweeping her off of her feet…and into your bed before this night is through.

His conscience's praise and comment gave his hormones some extra fuel. The idea of him picking her up, and tossing her onto his bed back at his home was very…very tempting.

Bringing himself back to reality, Mark caught wind of the song reaching its grand final climax, and knew the perfect way to end the dance with her that would really knock her socks off. He spun her out one more time before twirling her back to him. His arms caught a hold of her as he dipped her down low to the ground, and brought his face a few inches from hers as the last few beats of the song played out.

Nice move, Mark.

With the song now done, the sounds of people clapping from how they danced and his inner voice showing him complete support faded into the background. All that he was focused on at the moment was the beauty in his embrace. Maintaining the eye contact with her, Mark kept her dipped down towards the ground as he flashed a charming smile in her direction, and whispered out a question to her in a sensual voice.

"How do I stack up the city boys and their style of dancing, Emily?"

"T-They don't even compare to what you just did, Mark."

Emily's voice came trembling out of her mouth from the amount of shock and awe she was under. It never dawned on her that he possessed the ability to dance up storm with her like he just did, or that he would even know how to do some of the moves that he performed on her in the short amount of time they were with each other.

Keeping her eyes locked on his, she drew in a breath of air in order to swallow a lump that had grown in her throat before she exhaled it out while speaking at the same time.

"I have never been around a man before that knew how to really dance like you just showed me."

A soft gasp left from the confines of her mouth as her body was lifted up to where it was standing upright amongst the frames of other people that were around them both. Her eyes kept the eye contact with his as she listened to the sound of his deep voice speaking directly to her.

"I am good at other things besides my dancing…Emily." Mark let his words flow from his mouth with unbridled sensuality and pure desire. He let his smile take on a sensual grin in her direction as he started to whisper to her even more softer. "My skills exceed beyond that of what I just performed for your very gaze just now."

Oh my god…He is making so turned on right now that it is taking every part of my being to keep me from caving in, and dragging him upstairs to my bedroom like I am really wanting to do right now.

The level that her arousal had been at prior to the way he gave his answer to her had multiplied beyond that of what she was able to comprehend and handle on her own without any assistance from either herself or her conscience. She wanted to go to bed with him, and experience things only he could give to her.

Drawing in a soft breath of air, Emily managed to exhale it out with little difficulty before she put a nervous smile upon the fair complexion of her face, and proceeded to respond back to him in a soft whisper.

"Is that a fact, Mark?"

"That is indeed a fact, Emily."

"Well then…I think that you will have to show me then the lengths of your 'talents' so that I might know the whole reach of it."

"I would be very happy and honored to shower you with the gifts that I have been waiting since the first time we saw each other in the horse barn over a month ago to give to you."

The more she talked with him…the more overwhelming her emotions started to eat away at her rational side with the intent on having her to give in to the passionate yearnings that burned and ached deep within the core of her being.

She picked up on a slower tune starting to play over the speaker system before her attention drifted back to where he stood in front of her with his hands hanging to the sides of his body. Standing before him with little room between the two of them, Emily's voice escaped from the confines of her mouth with a hint of a sexual urge for him slipping out into the open.

"If you are not up for another dance…Maybe we could go and…check on the horses in the barn…or make sure there is enough hay out of the loft in the morning when you have to feed them."