I haven't forgotten about you lovelies. Today, instead of my usual ramblings I've decided to share with you an excerpt from my Valentine Short story... Uninterrupted.
It is a short story that is best read after finishing the entire Bound4Ireland Series but even if you haven't read it, I think you will enjoy and appreciate this excerpt.
TWO CAREERS, FOUR KIDS AND A FORGOTTEN VALENTINES DAY !
Ethan stands in the doorway, watching Olivia distribute
lunches into four jam-packed backpacks. Six months ago, she was pregnant with
twins but you’d never know it. She’s always had curves in all the right places.
All his favorite places to be exact. He
crosses the room and wraps his arms around her from behind, brushing his lips
on her cheek. “Good morning, Beautiful,” he says, in his sensual Irish brogue.
Olivia stops what she’s doing and enjoys the attention.
Leaning back against his chest, she lets him find his way to her lips. A quick
glance around the corner, confirms that the kids are engrossed in a show on the
television. He tightens his grip, banding his arms around her waist and nips at
the sensitive skin on her shoulder. He smiles at her sharp intake of breath as
she responds to his touches and pushes back against his hips. He lets out a low
feral growl, as he presses her firmly against the counter. “I have half a mind
to make love to you right here,” he breathes heavily into her ear.
His words make her twitch. “Do it,” she pleads.
“Tempting.” He reaches up and takes her breast in hand,
giving it a firm tug. “But we both know you’re a screamer.”
She squirms in his hold, becoming more aroused by the
muscular body holding her captive. “Whose fault is that?” she protests.
“Oh, I’m not complaining about your audible appreciation of
my skills, Mrs. O’Connell. But there are children in the other room.” He slides
his hand down her stomach, expertly maneuvering into her panties and
making her moan. “Something you need?” he asks, as he teases her.
“Bedroom,” she pants.
“As you wish.” He releases her and makes his way out of the
room. She grabs his arm, stopping him at the door. Startled, he looks at her
confused.
She places her finger to her mouth. “Shhh.” She nods in the
direction of the kids. “Be really quiet,” she mouths.
Ethan nods and winks, then begins to hum the theme song to
‘Mission Impossible’ as he crosses the foyer to the other side of the hall
without being noticed. He peeks around the corner to ensure the kids are still
preoccupied then waves her over. Olivia flashes him a threatening look as she
tiptoes across the wooden floor and hits the squeaky spot.
“Go… go… go…” she whispers anxiously as she reaches the
other side. Pressing her hand on his back, she pushes him down the hall toward
the bedroom. She locks the door behind her and turns quickly. Grabbing his belt
buckle, she tugs, releasing it. Pausing, she looks up into his meadow green
eyes.
“What’s the matter?” he asks concerned.
“I’m having that déjà vu feeling again.”
He laughs once, dropping his trousers to the floor. “I
should think so, it’s not the first time you’ve been in my pants.”
Olivia jumps into his arms, wrapping her legs around his
waist. He kisses her with a hungry, long overdue passion, as he moves to lay
her down on the bed. She lifts her hips, allowing him to lift her dress and rid
her of her panties in one swift motion. Electricity pulses through her veins
making her impatient. When he fails to join her on the bed, she opens her eyes.
“What are you doing?” She watches exasperated as he languidly unbuttons his
dress shirt.
“Hanging up my shirt. I just ironed it.”
“Are you kidding me? I’m laying here half naked and you’re worried
about your shirt getting wrinkled?”
He stops mid-button and considers what she’s said. “Feck, what’s
happened to me?” Tossing it on the floor, he climbs in on top of her. “Now,
where were we?” He brushes the hair out of her eyes and then pauses, quirking a
curious brow. “What’s that sound?”
Olivia stiffens beneath him. “No. No. NO!”
“What?”
“It’s the reminder alarm on my phone. It’s time to get them
ready to leave for school.” She attempts to sit up but he thwarts her efforts.
“Be late,” he suggests as he moves his hand to her throat,
closing it gently around it as he claims her lips.
Her fingers rake playfully through his hair.
When he pulls away, he leans back, supporting himself on his
muscular forearms. Moving his hips, he adjusts his position, preparing to enter
her. She takes short anticipating breaths and arches her back, forcing him in.
The look of desire on her face makes him twitch and
lengthen. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he thrusts his hips forward,
sinking himself all the way in. “It feels so good,” she purrs.
He teases her with a slow retreat, followed by another
inspired thrust, then stops.
His body tenses as the door rattles several times and the
knob begins to turn.
“Mommy? What are you and Daddy doing in there?”
Until Next Month, Live your life so it's a story worth telling !
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