the movie before a single word came on the screen.
“Are you crazy?” She reached for the remote, and he held it away from her. On the screen appeared a happy couple, leaving their wedding reception “You don’t really expect me to sit here and watch this with you, do you?” She started to stand, and he caught her arm.
He grinned. “Afraid you won’t be able to handle it?”
She made a disgusted sound and flopped back on the sofa. “Whatever trips your trigger.” She picked up her bowl and, head down, continued to eat.
His chewing slowed as he watched the meticulous way the two lovers disrobed, then shared a bath that lasted far longer than he’d have. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. At this rate, he was going to need a cold shower and a few moments alone. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but when he glanced down, his steak was half-eaten and plenty cold. Which was more than he could say for his libido, which had been revving on idle. Who knew that foreplay could go on that long. “You know, I have to say there’s something to be said for spontaneity, don’t you think? I mean, how many times have you watched this?” He glanced over his shoulder to find Kacey snuggled under the afghan, her eyes closed, mouth parted, snoozing blissfully.
“Yes, my love. My flower awaits your kiss.”
Zack’s head swung toward the screen, his attention again focused. “It’s about damn time,” he muttered as he tipped his head and attempted to keep up with the many contortions the couple demonstrated—pillow placement notwithstanding. “Damn, you gotta wonder if they use stunt doubles,” he said quietly.
He heard a soft sigh and felt the couch give a little as Kacey stirred. “Not in this one.” She stretched her arms over her head with a yawn akin to a small grizzly.
Zack barely noticed the action on the screen as he watched Kacey rake her hands through her hair and struggle to sit up. Her shirt twisted up around her midriff did little to alleviate the current tightening in his basketball shorts.
“Is there more wine?”
Soft sighs and animalistic groans provided background noise to the fantasy going on in his head. She, on the other hand, seemed unfazed. He glanced at the screen and he immediately averted his eyes. He stood quickly, grateful his shorts were baggy, mentally chiding himself that he’d chosen the movie. “I take it you’ve seen this a number of times, then?” he said as he walked with both glasses to the kitchen. Making the mistake of glancing at the television, he nearly tripped on his own feet. “I’m okay.” He skipped across the floor, glasses held high.
***
Much to Kacey’s discomfiture, Zack seemed eager to learn all she knew about Karma Sutra history. On the upside, he’d turned off the video in favor of talking, insisting the movie itself was “utterly boring.”
“The philosophy is different than our western view on lovemaking.” Kacey took a sip of re-fortifying wine. Zack, who’d grabbed his cake and more wine, now sat at the other end of the couch, facing her. He shoved forkfuls of the dessert into his mouth, never taking his eyes off hers.
She cleared her throat. “Karma Sutra goes back hundreds of years. It’s a form of worship in some cultures. There are those who believe that the anticipation, the reverence each partner shows during intimacy is a sacred blessing to be celebrated before copulation occurs. It’s believed to bring the ultimate physical pleasure for both partners.”
He coughed mid-swallow and gulped down a healthy swallow of his wine. “Copulation?”
Kacey frowned. “Yes,” she said, studying him. “You understand the concept?”
He snorted a laugh. “Do I…understand? Where I come from we call it sex.”
“It’s a clinical term.”
He leaned toward her, those dark, tempest eyes staring deeply into her soul. Okay, maybe that was the wine, affecting her brain. “Sweetheart, there isn’t anything clinical about
“Are you crazy?” She reached for the remote, and he held it away from her. On the screen appeared a happy couple, leaving their wedding reception “You don’t really expect me to sit here and watch this with you, do you?” She started to stand, and he caught her arm.
He grinned. “Afraid you won’t be able to handle it?”
She made a disgusted sound and flopped back on the sofa. “Whatever trips your trigger.” She picked up her bowl and, head down, continued to eat.
His chewing slowed as he watched the meticulous way the two lovers disrobed, then shared a bath that lasted far longer than he’d have. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. At this rate, he was going to need a cold shower and a few moments alone. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but when he glanced down, his steak was half-eaten and plenty cold. Which was more than he could say for his libido, which had been revving on idle. Who knew that foreplay could go on that long. “You know, I have to say there’s something to be said for spontaneity, don’t you think? I mean, how many times have you watched this?” He glanced over his shoulder to find Kacey snuggled under the afghan, her eyes closed, mouth parted, snoozing blissfully.
“Yes, my love. My flower awaits your kiss.”
Zack’s head swung toward the screen, his attention again focused. “It’s about damn time,” he muttered as he tipped his head and attempted to keep up with the many contortions the couple demonstrated—pillow placement notwithstanding. “Damn, you gotta wonder if they use stunt doubles,” he said quietly.
He heard a soft sigh and felt the couch give a little as Kacey stirred. “Not in this one.” She stretched her arms over her head with a yawn akin to a small grizzly.
Zack barely noticed the action on the screen as he watched Kacey rake her hands through her hair and struggle to sit up. Her shirt twisted up around her midriff did little to alleviate the current tightening in his basketball shorts.
“Is there more wine?”
Soft sighs and animalistic groans provided background noise to the fantasy going on in his head. She, on the other hand, seemed unfazed. He glanced at the screen and he immediately averted his eyes. He stood quickly, grateful his shorts were baggy, mentally chiding himself that he’d chosen the movie. “I take it you’ve seen this a number of times, then?” he said as he walked with both glasses to the kitchen. Making the mistake of glancing at the television, he nearly tripped on his own feet. “I’m okay.” He skipped across the floor, glasses held high.
***
Much to Kacey’s discomfiture, Zack seemed eager to learn all she knew about Karma Sutra history. On the upside, he’d turned off the video in favor of talking, insisting the movie itself was “utterly boring.”
“The philosophy is different than our western view on lovemaking.” Kacey took a sip of re-fortifying wine. Zack, who’d grabbed his cake and more wine, now sat at the other end of the couch, facing her. He shoved forkfuls of the dessert into his mouth, never taking his eyes off hers.
She cleared her throat. “Karma Sutra goes back hundreds of years. It’s a form of worship in some cultures. There are those who believe that the anticipation, the reverence each partner shows during intimacy is a sacred blessing to be celebrated before copulation occurs. It’s believed to bring the ultimate physical pleasure for both partners.”
He coughed mid-swallow and gulped down a healthy swallow of his wine. “Copulation?”
Kacey frowned. “Yes,” she said, studying him. “You understand the concept?”
He snorted a laugh. “Do I…understand? Where I come from we call it sex.”
“It’s a clinical term.”
He leaned toward her, those dark, tempest eyes staring deeply into her soul. Okay, maybe that was the wine, affecting her brain. “Sweetheart, there isn’t anything clinical about
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