Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Sex Scenes - How hot do you like them?

By Anita Clenney

If August gets hotter than July, I might have to move north. It's been a scorcher here in Virginia, and while I don't mind the heat, I hate to sweat. Between the sheets and between the pages is a different thing. Every reader has their preference for sex scenes, from mild to hot, and everything in between. For myself, I don't don't like flowery sex scenes, and I don't like graphic sex scenes. It's a little hard to describe exactly how I do write them, so I thought I'd post Faelan and Bree's first "encounter of the sexual kind" in Awaken the Highland Warrior.

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Bree stared at the closed door. What was he doing in there? Cleaning? He’d agreed to take bathroom duty, since she didn’t have fields to be plowed and cows to be milked. A woman couldn’t argue with that. He could be trying to avoid the sparks flying between them. The look he’d given her in the bathroom had darn near incinerated her. Bree put her ear against the door. All she could hear were the jets. What if he passed out? A person could drown in her Jacuzzi. She tapped on the door. “Faelan? Are you okay?” He didn’t answer. She turned the knob and peeked inside. His head was against the back of the tub, his eyes closed.
He was unconscious.

Bree burst into the bathroom and tripped over his discarded kilt. As she lurched toward the bathtub, she registered several things at once. His brow furrowed in concentration, lips parted, his left hand gripping the tub. The other…

Oh my.

She flung her hands out to break her fall and crashed on her knees next to the tub. Faelan’s eyes flew open, the surprise gone before it settled, replaced by something so hot and dark she wanted to run. She started to stand, but his arm snaked around her neck, and he hauled her forward, his mouth covering hers. No playful teasing, no testing the waters, this was kissing, hard core. Her heart pounded like hundreds of River Dancers stomping out a beat. She didn’t care that the side of the tub was digging into her ribs or that she was more in the water than out. She’d been kissing men from the wrong century.

Or were they just human?

The shock of that almost made her pull away, but Faelan guided her hand where he wanted it, trapping it under his. To her astonishment, she left it there. How long they kissed, she didn’t know. Seconds, hours. His hand tensed in her hair, gripping hard. His lips stopped moving, open on hers, and he groaned as his body released. Shuddering, he held her close, his forehead buried in the crook of her neck as her heart cried, Romeo.

She knew if she searched another gazillion years, she’d never feel this connection with anyone else. But she’d been wrong before. Terribly wrong.

“I’m sorry,” he said, drying her hand with the towel lying on the edge of the tub. He turned off the Jacuzzi, letting his head thump softly against the tile. Wet, dark hair clung to his shoulders, and Bree glimpsed the edge of a tattoo behind his ear. How had she missed one?

She rose to her feet and tried to think of something to say. What had possessed her? Historians didn’t do things like this. Of course, she’d never had a man like Faelan naked in her bathtub, either.

Without warning, he stood. Water streamed off his body as he reached for another towel. He swiped it across his face and chest, then stepped out of the tub. For a man from the 1800s, he didn’t possess much modesty, or maybe he figured she’d already seen everything he had. She, on the other hand, might take a shot at swooning.

He wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped closer. “I don’t know what to say. I was trying to get it out of my system. I didn’t want to…take advantage of you.”

“It’s my fault for barging in on you. You didn’t answer, and I thought you’d passed out…or something.”

“Or something.” A wolfish grin curved one side of his mouth. “I got you wet,” he said, stretching out a hand, following a strand of hair from root to end. “‘Thank you’ doesn’t seem the right thing to say.” Another step, and the towel brushed her stomach. His hand moved lower, down her neck, past her ticking pulse. His eyes darkened and nostrils flared, as if he could smell her attraction. “Do you want me to take care of you?” he asked, lowering his head.

“No, I’m good.” Bree scooted back, in case his Superman ears could hear her body begging. She tripped over his kilt again and sat hard on the floor.

Faelan blinked, bent, and pulled her to her feet, the passion on his face giving way to self-disgust. “I’m sorry. You should ask me to leave. I would, you know.”

She was torn between desire to bolt out the door and desire to comfort his tortured soul, rip that towel off, and throw him on the floor. “I wish there was something I could do.”

His eyes flared.

“I mean, you could see a doctor.”

“A doctor? What would I tell him? That I crave you—like a starving man craves food? That I’m afraid to get within arm’s reach of the only woman in the universe who knows I’m alive, because I might lose control and rape her?” A muscle jumped in his jaw.

It wouldn’t be rape. “There are medicines that can affect the sex drive. Herbal supplements. They’re always promising to increase things. Maybe they can decrease as well.”

“Increase things?”

“You know…enhance.”

“Enhance?”

She glanced at his groin, ineffectively covered by the towel. “The feeling. The parts.”

“The parts?” His brows climbed higher. “Make it bigger?”

How did she get into these conversations? “Maybe we should…” she hesitated.

“What?” His eyes radiated hope and dread.

“Would it help if you could…if you could get it out of your system?”

“What do you think I’ve been trying to do?”

“I mean really get it out of your system. With a woman.”

He took a step forward. “Are you offering?”

10 comments:

  1. If that don't make make your blood pressure rise, then go on and call the undertaker. Very good, Anita!

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  2. What a way to start the day! And it was already too hot here in Florida. Fabulous scene! And I'm hoping for rain today to cool down the earth and me after that scene!
    Amelia

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  3. My goodness! That line about kissing men from the wrong century deserves a poster. Great scene, and I'll bet there are several more even steamier renditions in subsequent pages.

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  4. I love the "she'd been kissing men from the wrong century " line too. It would make a great tag line! Wonderful excerpt, Anita! Thanks for heating up my morning!

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  5. Well that got my attention - nicely done! Your hero must have come from one great century!

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  6. For me, it truly depends on my mood. Sometimes I like my sex scenes really hot. Other times I want something more subdued. I do however get annoyed when I pick up a romance and don't realize it is a "sweet book. I want the bedroom door open please. Also I need my hero and heroine to get busy a couple of times over the course of the novel. If I read a book and have to wait 150 or 200 pages until something happens, I'm inclined to not pick that author's books again. I'm a picky reader. LOL

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  7. Great scene, Anita! Sorry I'm late, kids landed in on me for the week unexpectedly and works been a bear! But I wanted to stop by and say I loved your post!

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  8. Well Hot Damn, that got my attention. I love a man who knows what he wants. :)
    Carol L
    Lucky4750 (at) aol (dot) com

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