Our plans for Valentine’s Day are simple. We will be spending a quiet evening at home.
I don’t want to make it sound too exciting. You seem so thrilled with your plans to get dressed up for dinner and take in this year’s obligatory date movie. I hate to steal your thunder, and yet I cannot share your enthusiasm.
While you’re covering that backless getup with a coat, I’ll be getting dressed up, too. He likes to help with my garters, his big hands clumsy on the stretchy straps but oh-so-nimble on the middle ground beneath that silken swatch. I have to help him with a necktie, even though we’re staying home. It’s not a working man’s noose tonight. It’s a leash. It’s a blindfold. Maybe later, it’ll be a ziptie.
Tonight, as you struggle with pronouncing the names of pricey wines or using the right fork, he’ll join me on the floor for a real lovers’ meal. In the candlelit darkness, we’ll feast with our fingers. We’ll gorge ourselves on everything hot and wet, sweet and sticky, soft and stiff, all we can eat, all we can stand. We’ll lick delectable juices served over salty skin and finish with bites of firm flesh.
You’ll be squinting into the dark in search of two adjacent seats, but we’re going to turn in early tonight. He’ll get the lights just right, and I’ll slide the mirror into position. We’ll take our places together on our intimate stage, a place where performers and audience are one and the same. He’ll shed his costume for me, and I’ll reveal myself to him. We’ll watch the slide of skin on skin, his hand caressing the contour of my hip, my nails making crescent moons just beneath his shoulder blade. His body will batter mine with strong, sure undulations, and I will demand more with words Hollywood doesn’t approve. Our private show would make you cross your legs tight and hope your date didn’t notice you blushing.
You’ll feel sorry for me on the 15th. You’ll spare me the details of your enchanted evening, not wanting to brag. I pity you a bit, too. We have quiet evenings at home all the time.
**I’m so excited to join the crew at Passionate Reads! You can also catch me on my own blog every Thursday, on Facebook, and on Twitter. In three weeks, Ellora’s Cave will release my first novel, Illicit Impulse, the story of a hot science geek, his best friend, her boy toy, an experimental drug, and lots of hot complications.