This is an Edge series EROTICA story. Edge stories are very short, typically consisting of one sexual encounter. Romance and a happily-ever-after or happily-for-now ending is not guaranteed. However, we do guarantee one HOT read!
There’s no telling what will happen when Cupid sends his naughty muses to the mortal world to spice up love lives, but one thing’s for sure—it’ll be H-O-T!
Kate Lindsey’s husband died four years ago, and while she believes she’s finally ready to move on, she’s still sending out “Grieving Widow” signals that keep men at bay. Until one stormy evening when the sexy man she’s crossed paths with at the library shows up at her door.
Unbeknownst to Kate, Edward is one of the muses determined to reignite a mortal’s passion, and he intends to give her one steamy night of pure pleasure. Will Kate take the bait?
Unsure what gave her the verve to write a new, refreshing chapter in the stalled-out book of her life, she lifted the blanket from her shoulders and draped it over the end of the sofa. Standing before Edward in nothing but navy blue lingerie took quite a bit of nerve, particularly with the thin satin clinging to her curves and ending mid-thigh.
He loosened his tie. An electric current arced between them and she gravitated toward him. She boldly pulled one end of his tie down his chest then discarded it the way she’d carelessly tossed aside her dress earlier. His blue eyes blazed with the same lust and a familiar longing she also felt.
“Have you lost someone you cared for?”
He nodded. “A long time ago.”
“Has there been anyone since?”
“No.” He gave a decisive shake of his head. “There seems to be less emphasis on intimacy these days and more on just...surviving.”
“For a lot of people, these are difficult times.”
He slid a finger along the thin strap at her shoulder. “So many have lost their kefi.”
She stared up at him, confused. “I don’t know what that means.”
“It’s Greek for passion. Joy. Whatever it is you live for...it’s vanished from so many people.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “But is it possible to get it back?”
She waited for his answer, finding it critical he respond in the affirmative, otherwise, what would be the point of feeling such an intense physical attraction to him? An obviously mutual one.
If he didn’t believe in the ability to resuscitate passion, she’d be right back where she’d started earlier in the evening, staring at herself all gussied up, wondering why the hell she bothered if no hope existed for finally connecting with another person on a deep, visceral level. Even if just for one night, that bond would mean so much to her.
He placed a finger under her chin, hitching it up. He stared into her eyes. “If you want to feel passion again, I can give that to you.”