Creation

Please enjoy an exerpt from my sexy novel, Love’s Groove, as yet unpublished but…soon, soon, I can feel it…

Love’s Groove; meet Devon and Geneva…

Geneva threw her towel onto the counter. “I just think it’s too soon.”

“Too soon for what Geneva, too soon for me to know what I’m feeling or too soon for me to say what I’m feeling?”

“Why do you want to fight with me?”

“You made love to me in your studio like it was the world’s last day. Every touch sent you into orbit and you carried me with you every time…Your eyes mirror your soul, you are in love with me, probably as in love as I am…What is preventing you from admitting that to me? What are you hiding that’s making you act in ways that totally contradict the very essence of who you are?”

“You’re exaggerating, Devon.”

“And you’re fucking blowing me off, again. Every time this shit comes up my language deteriorates…”

“Yes, it certainly does.”

“Well, what the fuck do you expect?! I’m capable of expressing deep emotions Geneva. Anger, is a fucking emotion! Frustration is a fucking emotion! Confusion…”

“Is a fucking emotion! I get it!” Geneva threw her hands up into the air and turned her back to him. She drew in deep, heaving breaths, to calm her scattered and splintered nerves. This is not how she had expected this evening to turn out.

“Geneva, what do you want me to do? How do you expect this not to affect me? Or you?!”

Devon put his arms around her and squeezed. She felt his entire body against hers as she braced herself against the counters. He continued. “Do you feel that? Neva?” He held her tight and every inch of her felt the love he spoke of. She felt his anger, his frustration; he vibrated with it. “Neva…” His whispered words softened her spine and she flowed into his chest. Devon kissed her neck softly and then bit it rough. Involuntarily, her body stiffened under his assault and responded accordingly. Instantly, she was primed for sex.

“Devon, I…”Devon spun her slowly around to face him. In his eyes she only saw love. Instinctively, she responded to the love in his eyes. Hers dropped a little and studied his mouth. Then returned to his again. “Devon, I want you to understand, first and foremost that it is not my intention to hurt you in any way. You have to know that the thought of you walking out of here…the thought of you looking at me any way but the way you are now scares me to death…I’ve never felt like this before, so quickly, so…completely. Do you understand?”

“Yes, which is why I’m constantly trying to reassure you; this is no joke. I’m not running game; I’m not taking this lightly. I know exactly how you feel…I feel exactly what you feel. It’s like I’m supremely in-tuned to you. You’re afraid of something. I know it and you won’t tell me what it is. You’d rather tell me that I’m imagining things and then you tell me that I’m invading your privacy, or moving too fast…You have to understand…it just doesn’t make sense to me. It’s like you pull me in completely, and then shut me out as effectively. It’s become like hot and cold. My nerves are raw with it…Even now; the slow movement of your breasts against my chest is like a caress. I am so acutely aware of you and you’re equally aware of me, or you wouldn’t respond to me the way that you do…Why do you doubt such power?”

“I don’t doubt it, Devon. I just need time to process it.”

Liar! Liar! What’s to process? Geneva knew he was right. She was shocked at how right he was on all of what he said. Somehow, she knew…she just knew that it could be like this. That “The Love” would just show up one day and then, from that day on, he would just always be there. As it has been with Devon. She knew that all her adult life, she’s been waiting for a love just like this one. For the hundredth time today she imagined Warren’s audacity, his touch on her wrist and fought the urge to shake it off. She returned to the conversation with Devon convinced that she could properly dispose of Warren without getting Devon involved. He didn’t have to know…not now. She’d tell him when she was sure that Warren would never come back. She’d explain everything and then they could move on without a Warren concern in either of their heads. In the meantime, she recognized that time was of the essence…even though it’s only been a week She noted that time seemed to have reset at a different speed for her suddenly. Love…desire…Devon. That was his effect on her life. If only he knew…If only she could tell him without having to tell too much. Geneva’s arms held Devon tightly, hoping desperately that he could know, and understand everything in her simple embrace. “There is so much going on right now. I couldn’t have anticipated that my life would look like this in such a short time. I really, really need the time to process it all. In the meantime, we’ll get to know each other, well get to work together…we’ll be together…There’s no rush, what’s the rush?”

Geneva heard Devon sigh and knew that he was letting her off, but it was not over. She hoped that Warren was far away and that in a few days, based on her new ‘concept of time’, she’d be sure enough to share all of this with Devon without the fear that Warren could pop up once again. She wanted to tell this man how very much she loved him. In the meantime, she would show him, though. “I wish you would kiss me, Devon. Everything always feels so right when you kiss me.” She lay her head on his chest and breathed deeply of his scent. She was emotionally spent. She didn’t want to fight anymore.

 Devon brought her head up with a hand to each side of her face. His eyes examined her face, every inch of it, he scanned lovingly. “It would be my pleasure to kiss you, Geneva. All you ever have to do is ask.” His mouth descended and then his lips touched against hers, softly, once, and then many other times. He dropped kisses on her lips; top, bottom, bottom, top, her nose; two, in rapid succession. Devon dragged kisses along the bridge of her nose, her temple, a cheekbone. Then he bit her chin. Geneva hissed and exposed her neck to him completely. He dotted patterns on her neck with his mouth and his tongue and Geneva’s hands cradled his head as he used his lips and his tongue and his teeth to accommodate her request. She’d wished for a kiss.

He let his teeth graze her jaw and brought her head forward…”I’ll grant you your wish, Geneva. I’ll grant you every wish…” Geneva melted as he lovingly kissed her wish true. With his kiss he soothed her fears. With his kiss he opened her up. With his kiss he brought her new levels of carnal intimacy, ignited a greater heat. He watched, transfixed, as she untied her shirt and unhooked her bra in three quick movements. Then her breasts were spilling out of them and Devon had to touch. He couldn’t resist the feel. Geneva arched towards him as his hands streaked down over her neck and shoulders. Devon sent them around her back and he dug his fingertips into her flesh to come forward. Loud, sexy, sounds came from her mouth…”Don’t stop…” She said as Devon’s hands spanned her ribcage and his thumbs positioned over her turgid peaks. Her nipples practically demanded that he touch.

“Watch this.” Devon said and dropped his eyes to this thumbs…still positioned. He looked up for a split second to see if her eyes had followed or if she had closed them, anticipation his touch. “Keep your eyes on my hands, don’t look away…”

 

Copyright Natasha Clery 2007