Genevieve surveyed the scene before her. The glow of candlelight softened the atmosphere. A bottle of champagne was chilling in a bucket on the small table, two glasses waiting to fulfill their purpose. The night was alive with purpose.
She walked over to open the French doors and stepped out onto the balcony. Wherefore art thou Romeo indeed, she thought to herself. The cool breeze brought her the scent of wild roses tinged slightly with the salt from the ocean. The breeze tugged at her curls and she tossed her auburn hair over her shoulders. She pulled the scarlet satin robe closer together.
Genevieve didn't hear Jared enter the room over the sound of the waves gently lapping the shore. Silent and graceful as a great cat he walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist. Genevieve closed her eyes and leaned her head against his lean chest. She breathed in his clean, crisp, manly scent and sighed.
"You're here," she said simply.
"You knew I would be," he replied. She could hear the smile in his voice. He bent to kiss her neck, and she shivered in anticipation.
"Come inside," he whispered, "its getting cold."
At that moment, Genevieve was anything, but cold.
"Champagne?", she asked.
"Yes please," he replied. "Everything looks wonderful... you look wonderful." He admired the fall of the scarlet satin as it draped her ample breasts and dipped around her curvy body. Her full head of curls cascaded softly down her back. Her blue eyes shimmered in the candlelight. He could smell the perfume she had applied earlier and the whole effect was breath taking.
She smiled up at him. He looked like he could have stepped off the cover of GQ magazine, in his jeans, a crisp white dress shirt and a casual blazer. His black curly hair was unruly but it was those deep dark eyes that looked right through her and his full sensuous lips that made her heart beat double time. Flustered, she poured the champagne and offered Jared a glass.
"A toast?" Genevieve held up her glass.
"To you Milady." He bowed formally.
"To you sweet Prince and to this night." Genevieve raised her glass and drank.
Jared placed both of their glasses back on the table. He took her hand and pulled her to him. Running his hand through her hair, he bent to kiss her. She tasted of the crisp, cold champagne. Gently, he parted her full lips with his tongue. A small gasp of surprise escaped Genevieve's lips but she obliged by prolonging the kiss, her tongue matching the searching probe of his.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that, Genevieve." he breathed.
"You don't know how long I've wanted you to do that Jared," she replied.
Jared bent his head to kiss her again, this time harder. He caught her bottom lip between his lips and sucked gently. Genevieve moaned in response. His hands roamed the length of her back gliding over the scarlet coloured satin gown she wore. Her anxious hands pushed his blazer off and it slid to the floor. She broke the kiss so her shaking fingers could undo the buttons of his shirt.
"Need help?" he teased.
"No I want to enjoy this - all of it." She smiled.
