The snowflakes drifted down in slow spirals, landing on my cheeks like bits of delicate lace. Through the frosty glass panes in the front door, I saw him standing inside the foyer waiting for me. I drew in a sharp breath. A bolt of searing hot electricity flashed down my spine, sending tingles to the darkened corners of my heart. Despite the cold, the heat emanating between us was radiant, a blistering flame threatening to engulf us both with its power, leaving nothing but dying embers in its wake.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he had whispered to me on the phone earlier that day.
“Oh, really?” I purred.
“You’re gonna love it,” he promised in that silky voice that drove me mad. “I can’t wait for you to get home.”
And now after eight agonizing hours at work, I was home.
He threw open the front door with such force, a gasp escaped my lips. I ran to him. The space between us electric, filled with the pounding pulse of aching desire and raw lust. His strong hand slid hungrily underneath my heavy down jacket, squeezing my yearning body ever so close to his, enveloping me in a passionate embrace. His breath heavy and hot in my ear he teased, “This is your night, my love. Yours.”
I stood trembling, unable to speak and frozen in place as he kneeled before me, gently sliding the snow-caked boots off my legs, my breath quickening with every tantalizing touch.
“I think you need some warming up,” his said, his voice as slick as a snake slithering toward its prey. He wrapped his arms tight around my quivering legs.
I nodded slowly, still in a trance, willing to relinquish my very soul to this man. “Yes!” I begged. “Please, do it now.” He caressed my feet, slowly placing them into my soft brown slippers. An instant rush of release, the dam finally bursting and giving way to a thunderous flood. “Oh, yeah,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. I wiggled my toes and sighed. “Ooh….that feels so good.” I shut my eyes, surrending to the pleasure, my arms limp and powerless at my sides.
“Please, don’t make me wait any longer–you must come with me now,” he demanded.
“But–what about the kids?” I asked, snapping out of my reverie and nervously glancing around the quiet room.
“No worries. They’re gone for the night,” he whispered. His feather-soft lips brushed against my cheek while his hand trailed slowly down my back. I shivered. “We’re all alone,” he breathed into my ear.
He held me even closer, tracing the outline of my trembling chin with his finger. “Come, darling, please…” he pleaded. He took my hand and led me down the darkened hallway.
One glance to the left and I squealed with delight; the clothes in the laundry room sat stacked in several tidy piles. “Oh, you didn’t!” I yelled with disbelief and squeezed his hand. On the right, the bathroom sparkled in the moonlight, smelling of fresh lemons. I felt my heart stop. I suddenly couldn’t breathe. My eyes watered as my hand flew up to cover my mouth.
“Oh! Honey!” I cried. “You cleaned!”
“Wait, there’s more,” he said as he led me toward the living room. Flames from a dozen candles danced with the shadows on the walls. In the center of the coffee table, a silver bowl filled with Godiva chocolates. A bottle of red wine gleamed in the candle’s glow.
“Oh, sweetie!” I gushed. “It’s all so beautiful!”
“Shhh…” he soothed and pushed me down onto the couch. He leaned my body back onto the cushions and stroked my hair. Our eyes locked, the flames of desire licking at our souls in a near explosion of searing heat as we edged ever closer to becoming one.
“For you,” he said and ceremoniously placed the remote into my trembling hands.
“Oh, no, honey…I…I couldn’t…” I protested. My heart skipped a thousand beats. I gazed down in wonder at the buttons, all shiny and begging to be touched.
“There is an entire season of True Blood on the DVR, please…watch all of it.”
He placed his finger on my lips. “Shhh….it’s okay. Please. Do it. The dishes are done, the house is clean and I’m going to put the last of the laundry away. There is nothing more for you to do now but watch your show…” He handed me a glass of wine and a hunk of silky dark chocolate. “And we can do it….all….night…long.”
“All night?” I asked, blinking.
“Unless you want to talk about your day at work?” he asked, leaning back, his eyebrows raised in genuine interest. He started to rub my feet, the day’s strain melting away from my body with the gentle touch of his hands.
“What was it you told me yesterday?” he continued. “That Debra told Lisa about Sue and she didn’t even care that Sue wasn’t speaking to Lisa anymore because of the time she caught her rolling her eyes at what she said about Wendy?”
“Yeah! I mean–huh? You really want to talk about that now?” I sputtered in between bites of chocolate. Swigging back a gulp of wine, I sighed, “And it wasn’t even what she said it was–”
“How she said it,” he said, smirking.
We laughed. We watched True Blood for 10 hours straight. Exhausted and spent, the first pale rays of morning light spilled onto our entwined bodies, still curled together as one on the couch, basking in the afterglow of a perfect night.
“Honey?” I asked with a slur, still drunk on wine and chocolate.
“Yeah?” He reached over, absent-mindedly twirling my hair with his fingers.
“Do we have any Excedrin Migraine left?”
“Yes, I’ll go get you some.”
“I love you,” I whispered.
“It’s just…what with the red wine…and all that chocolate…it’s a migraine just waiting to happen and I–”
“Shhh…it’s okay. It’s okay. I know,” he said, tenderly rubbing my temples. I began to shiver again. As he drew my hot pink Forever Lazy Snuggie tighter around me, his arms created a cocoon of pure bliss I never wanted to escape.
“Oh, and honey?” I asked, grabbing his hand.
“Yes, my love?”
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”