This is the next installment in my short series of erotic scenes that don't include sex. The romance and prelude to sex can be just as titillating as the actual act--sometimes more so. The following scene is from Fly by Night, my 2013 NaNoWriMo novel (not yet published). I think that this is, by far, one of my favorite scenes.Elam Armitage is a paramedic as well as a hospital orderly. He meets Blythe Donovan when she's brought to the emergency room after a car accident. They feel an immediate attraction (naturally) and eventually, she invites him to her apartment. She's still mourning the death of Alec, who was killed in the war. However, she's finally coming to realize that she needs to get on with her life. Elam seems like a good man to build a future with.
They stood in
Blythe's bedroom, a few feet from the bed. She wanted to tackle Elam and ravage his body, but restrained herself. She was afraid and not
quite ready to commit to that next step.
"Shower's
through there. Fresh towels are on the bar. There's bath gel and
shampoo, whatever you need."
"Thanks. I'll
be out soon."
"I'll find a
movie and fix popcorn."
"See you in a
few." He desperately wanted to take her in the shower with him,
but refrained. He still wanted her, but decided he'd better approach
her differently, more slowly. Alec was her husband. He was
still reeling from that revelation.
Blythe headed to the
living room, closing and locking the glass door, pulling the drapes
over it. She grabbed one of her favorite movies from the shelf,
putting it in the DVD player, before heading to the kitchen. She
liked freshly popped corn, not the microwave variety.
Elam came out a few
minutes later, finding her in the kitchen, popping corn on the stove.
It smelled fantastic. He leaned on the counter, shirt over one
shoulder, his feet bare, dressed only in a pair of low riding jeans.
"When you said
you were popping corn, I had no idea it would be this special."
"I can eat
micro-waved stuff, but I prefer this. Dad spoiled me. He used to fix
it every Sunday evening. We'd have popcorn and soda for dinner while
we watched Donovan Family Theatre."
Elam snagged a piece
of popcorn from the bowl. Blythe smacked at his hand, making him
laugh.
"It's not quite
ready. Patience, grasshopper."
She added melted
butter, salt, pepper and paprika, tossing the popcorn with her
fingers. Elam took one buttery hand in his, licking the butter and
spices from her index finger. He laved it sensually with his tongue.
"Yum. Does the
popcorn taste as good as you?"
Blythe fed him a
piece. He chewed slowly, closing his eyes before licking another
finger.
"Nope, you
taste better."
Elam took a piece of
popcorn, holding it in his teeth, inviting her to take it. Smiling,
Blythe complied, biting the buttery kernel in half. Their mouths met,
oily from the butter. Elam licked her lips, tasting the spices and
her own special flavor, before kissing her deeply.
Blythe tried not to
touch him with her greasy hands, but he had other ideas. Pulling her
close, he put her hands on his chest, kissing her even more
passionately than before. Her top was halfway off when his phone
rang. He wouldn't have answered, except that was the special ring
he'd set for his mother. She rarely called him, certainly not after
nine o'clock at night.
"It's my mom,"
he explained. Frustrated, he answered, sounding more than a little
tense. "Hello, Mom."
"I've
interrupted something. I'm so sorry. I do have to tell you something
before you take that lovely girl to bed for the first time."
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