Love Unfurled

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Love Unfurled

J
ANET
E
CKFORD

Copyright © 2012 by Janet Eckford

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This is for my mother who gave me the best explanation of love between partners: “There are times that I wake up and the sound of your father’s voice drives me crazy, but I know that it’s just a moment and it will pass.”  Thanks Mommy.

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This work of erotica contains adult language and sexually explicit scenes, which are smoking hot.  This book is intended only for adults, as it is defined by the laws of the country in which the purchase is made.  Keep this book out of the hands of under-aged readers.

I

 “It isn’t that bad, is it?”

“What’s your definition of bad?”

The sound of Joel’s laughter causes people to turn and stare. It is too pure and unadulterated and they watch us as if we are exotic animals in a zoo. I have to resist the urge to stick out my tongue. I hate most of these industry parties in general but the fact that it’s a Valentine’s Party seems to make it worse.

“I love when Tabby brings you along,” he says, leaning over to whisper into my ear, referencing our mutual friend.

Oh he’s good at that, secret whispers and light touches against exposed skin. He could charm a saint out of her panties and considering that I’m not a saint he’d done it to me on occasion, several occasions in fact. I shiver at the thought of that talented tongue and fingers working their magic between my thighs.

“You look lovely tonight, very sexy.” He leans in more as he delivers his compliment.

His fingers brush against my lower back and I shiver. He seems to always know where to find the most sensitive parts of my body. The wicked man smiles that Cheshire grin that has made him so famous, as his fingertips tiptoe up my spine.

“Let’s go for a drive. It’s such a nice night for one.”

His voice is husky in my ear and I can feel the heat of his body as he moves closer to me. He is so good at this, the seduction, and I know that as he places a soft quick kiss on my shoulder I’m lost. He takes my glass of unfinished wine from my hand and places it on the tray of a passing waiter before leading me out of the room. We wind our way through the crowd of people as we pass from room to room in the house where the party is taking place.

Finally escaping the clutter of bodies and cacophonies of sound housed inside, we are greeted by the cool breeze of night. He’s taken a different way that has put us toward the back, away from the valet and rows of ridiculously expensive cars.

“Special treatment,” I say, noticing his car parked to the side.

“Something like that,” he chuckles.

I walk over to the passenger side but pause at the touch of his hand. He gathers me in his arms and places a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth. I look at him with surprise because I’ve known his kisses for several years now, but this one is new. The night is too dark and this side of the house isn’t well lit enough for me to see his face but I know he is watching me. A strange tingling feeling flutters in my belly as I try to decipher what he’s thinking. I open my mouth to make a glib remark but the crush of his lips on mine halts any statement I would have made.

  His tongue plays an erotic tempo in my mouth, and I let out throaty little moans of pleasure. I knew it was coming but each time he kisses me like this I’m surprised at how good it can be. He’s hitching my skirt up as he presses me against the door of his car and I turn my head because I need to get more oxygen, but his greedy mouth quickly claims mine again. I’m panting and gasping, heady on the pure pleasure of what he is creating. I want him to lift me and fill me up, take me under the stars against his car, with the sound of the music from the house drifting through the air.

He doesn’t though, and pulls away. My hands reach out and twine their way through the silky strands of his hair and try to bring him back. He won’t come though, because I realize he has something else planned. Lowering himself one kiss at a time down my body he stops to rest his head against my lower belly. The soft silk fabric of my dress is pushed up around my waist and his breath is hot on my exposed skin.

“You’re not wearing panties.”

I can’t help it, I giggle at the sound of his growled words. I told myself when I got dressed earlier, that panty lines would ruin my look but as he gently strokes his tongue against over body, slick and wet with need, I know what the true answer is.

“Please,” I hiss out.

He’s doing that thing with his tongue and fingers that causes my body to clench and release with pleasure. The rough texture of the scruff he’s growing on his face skims against my inner thighs, and I don’t know if I’ve ever felt anything better. He’s so good it scares me because I don’t want to like it too much. I don’t want to fool myself into believing that our lusty interludes could ever evolve into lovely moments.

He pauses in his ministrations and whispers words of praise and gratitude to the most intimate part of my body and I’m lost. All it takes is a slight brush of the very tip of his tongue and I come in great waves of pleasure, and it is bliss.

“Beautiful,” he whispers looking at me as he rises.

Rubbing his thumb against my bottom lip I feel him staring and that fluttery feeling from earlier has found its way back inside of me.

“Still up for that drive?” I ask with a smirk.

He leans in and presses against my body and gently whispers in my ear, “How about breakfast too?”

I laugh as I nuzzle my lips against his neck and think, maybe this could be a lovely moment after all.

II

“Shit,” I sigh as the pot boils over.

I had grand plans for tonight. I wanted our first Valentine’s Day as a couple to be perfect when Joel got home after being away on location for so long, but as I look at the disaster that is the kitchen I scramble to think of what to order from take out. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway sends me into a frenzy because I realize he’s home early. 

Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes and I want to slap myself for being so silly. Get it together girl, I chastise myself. Realizing that the kitchen is a lost cause, I turn off the stove and sprint out of the room and down the hall to our bedroom. It’s been a year since we’d moved in together but I still get a fluttery feeling in my stomach whenever I thought of anything as “ours”.

“Elisa,” he calls out as he comes through the front door.

I sprint into our bathroom and try desperately to get the remnants of food off of my face and…dear God, how the hell did I get it in my hair. A great ball of hysteria threatens to take over as I pluck at a bit of food tangled in one of my unruly brown curls.

“Fuck it.” I grimace at the reflection of myself in the mirror and run back into our room.

I stop at the sight of Joel standing in our doorway. He’s holding a bouquet of wild flowers and wearing a silly grin. I don’t know why but watching him standing there makes me nervous because I realize just how much I’ve missed him while he was gone, and that scares me. I also realize that I’m still wearing my ratty housedress and not the sexy little black dress I’d planned on, and I sink down on our bed with a sigh.

“I was hoping I’d get a better greeting than this,” he says dryly as he walks into the room.

“You’re early,” I reply in an accusatory tone.

“Once again, hoping for a better greeting.”

He plops next to me on the bed and waves the flowers in my face. I’m really gone now and those foolish tears I fought off earlier work to claim a space in the corners of my eyes, threatening to flood my face.

“Hey, babe, what’s with the tears?” he coos as he wraps his arm around my shoulder.

“This isn’t how I planned it. I was going to wow you with my culinary skills, whilst seducing you in this sexy little black dress I’d bought for tonight,” I sniffle and twist the fabric of my housedress in my hands.

The sound of his laughter doesn’t help my mood and I snatch the flowers he bought me out of his hand and hit him with them. He grabs my wrist before I can swipe him again and pins me under him on the bed. I look into his laughing eyes that are equal parts mischief and warmth, and I chuckle. I can never stay mad at him for long.

“I’m definitely hungry but not for something that can come out of the kitchen, and you know you’re always sexy to me, no matter what you’re wearing,” he whispers as his brushes his lips against the shell of my ear.

I shiver at the contact and bring my foot up to run along his leg.