Virginnia is the author of Love's Red Heart - out soon with Secret Cravings Publishing and she has penned a small story for our enjoyment. So I'll clear the floor...
BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S
The satin sheets wrapped her in their smooth embrace. Lying on her side she watched the dust motes dance in the sunbeam that had begun its slide down the wall. The faded peonies on the wallpaper marked the sun’s daily progress from dawn to midday when it left the room and moved on in the world.
Aaron had promised to come early but already the clock loudly counted the seconds. If she lay here much longer she’d begin to get cold, and the rumble in her stomach reminded her she’d missed breakfast in her hurry to shower, pamper her skin, fluff her hair and arrange herself seductively in the bed.
Fed up with waiting Tiffany flung the sheets back, untangling her long legs from the clinging folds. Hunger called. The air brushed her skin as she strolled around the kitchen. Delighting in her nakedness she scrambled the eggs and dropped slices of bread into the toaster. Cooking sans clothes certainly increased one’s enjoyment of mundane household tasks.
The sound of the downstairs door slamming shut heralded his arrival. Her breasts stood to attention and her buttocks clenched. What to do first? Eat her breakfast or jump back to bed? Food won the day and she remained where she was, a piece of toast in her hand, gently folding the egg mix over a low flame.
Behind her the kitchen door opened slowly, its creaking hinge announcing Aaron’s arrival. She hoped her ‘modus operandi’ would increase his lust. Sometimes he needed a little help.
A gasp, a scuffle of feet, a rather non-Aaron noise and she swung round shouting “Surprise” intending to give him a full body hug.
Mid-stride she stopped.
The plumber, his mouth open, a faint sheen on his forehead and certainly aroused, as evidenced by the bulge in his boiler suit, stood in the doorway as still as if someone had plumbed him to the floor.
Damn, it’s Wednesday. She’d forgotten she’d arranged to have the dishwasher fixed.
Bugger Aaron – he’d missed his chance. Running her gaze over the young man, his unruly curls, his broad shoulders and bronzed arms holding two steel toolboxes, she made a decision.
“Fancy some scrambled eggs – or a bit of rumpty-tum? I seem to have both ready. Which would you like first?”
His smile began small and grew to reveal two rows of lovely white teeth. The toolboxes hit the floor. She stretched behind with one hand and turned off the gas
“Mmm… we’ll skip the eggs,” she said.
Excerpt: LOVE'S RED HEART
They stood at the second story
window and looked over the night lights of Alice Springs .
Michael took her in his embrace, pulling her around to face him, one arm around
her waist, his hand resting in the small of her back. He ran the fingers of his
other hand through her hair, brushing the long red threads from her face and
moving to grasp the ends of her green silk scarf.
“May I? Can I take your hair down?” She nodded
and he untangled the knot to drop the scarf to the floor before running his
fingers through the topknot releasing her hair from the pins that had held it
loosely in place. He cupped her chin in his palm turning her face to his,
covering her lips with his. A kiss so deep and long, so overpowering in its
sweet taste, it melded her body into his and their breath flowed and exchanged,
their love released at last.
Michael lifted his lips from
hers and murmured in her ear, “We’re wasting time.”
“I’m shy Michael. It’s so
long…I’m scared I’ll disappoint you.”
“And you think I do this on a
regular basis and I’m in a position to judge and make comparisons?”
“Well…”
“I’m as nervous as you are.
Being a doctor doesn’t mean I don’t have self doubts like everyone else.”
She buried her head against
his chest, a sudden onrush of anticipation causing her legs to tremble.
“Let’s just start slowly and
follow where it leads us,” Michael said.
She allowed him to lead her to
the edge of the bed, and stood frozen, her nervous tension making her body
rigid. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as he turned off the lights and folded
back the bedspread before wrapping her in his embrace once more. She shivered
from either nerves or the evening chill, she didn’t know which.
“Cold? I’ll soon warm you up”
and with a deep intake of breath Michael removed her pashmina shawl, slipped
the straps of her sun frock off her shoulders and turned her around so he could
unzip the back of her dress. He eased her frock down to the floor and in
response to his gentle pressure behind each knee she lifted her feet to step
out of it and kick her sandals off at the same time. Now she stood barefoot in
her bra and panties and his warm hands lingered to stroke her hips before
turning her around to face him. He took her hands in his and placed her palms
on the front of his shirt, against the buttons.
“Your turn.”
Oh, they were taking turns?
Now she had a plan to follow her shaking eased. She unbuttoned his shirt,
easing it off his shoulders and taking each arm out of its sleeve tossed the
shirt aside. Relaxing into the rhythm she knelt to untie his shoes, to slip his
feet out and slowly peel his socks off his feet. The idea that removing socks
could be so sensual had never occurred to her before. They too went the way of
the shirt, thrown in the general direction of a chair in the corner.
“My turn.” Michael’s husky
tones sent a shiver of anticipation up her legs to end deep inside her. He
reached behind her, his hands gentle on her skin and unclipped her bra to slip
the straps off her shoulders arm after arm, releasing her breasts from
captivity to freedom. Pouting proudly, her nipples stood so stiff they ached,
their dull pain matching the beat of her heart.
Bending his head his tongue
flicked and circled each nipple taking turns to tease them. Muscles deep in her
pelvis tightened and dragged and between her thighs dampness tingled. He slid
his hands down her back to slip under the gathered band of silk and lace. Twin
travellers they caressed her skin taking the fabric down as they moved lower
over her buttocks until his fingers grasped her cheeks, moving ever closer to
her heat.
Desire rose like a flood and she pressed his
head against her breasts with one hand while her other hand pushed her silk
panties down her thighs and legs to quickly step out of them. She cupped his
chin in her palms, running her fingers up his jaw line into his thick brown
curls, urging him to meet her lips with his. Her hunger rose to another level
as his tongue explored her mouth. His scent excited her. Not the smell of
aftershave or cologne, but Michael, all hers. …
BLURB: LOVE’S RED HEART
In the near future genetically altered
individuals live among the wider population, not always trusted, wanted or even
accepted. Jill Corban, a nurse from
a g-altered family is looking for ways to control her chameleon
genes. A vacation in to visit her family teaches her these skills and a meeting
with Dr. Michael Scott offers her a
chance at the kind of love she’s given up hope of ever finding.
Their romance takes a dusty trip through
the heartland of Australia
Can their desire survive these events and
grow into love?
Discover the beauty of the Red Desert
Bio:
I live on the coast in the beautiful Bay of Plenty, New Zealand. Retired with time to turn my dreams into reality as romances. They are classified as Sci Fi but I consider them to be futurist romances rather than Sci Fi. Something a little different from the norm.
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Bio:
I live on the coast in the beautiful Bay of Plenty, New Zealand. Retired with time to turn my dreams into reality as romances. They are classified as Sci Fi but I consider them to be futurist romances rather than Sci Fi. Something a little different from the norm.
Where to connect with Virginnia De Parte
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