All of my contemporary romances included lots of scenes with sexual tension but the entire Wish Come True Series has limited scenes with straight-up sex. But as I began to write erotic romance stories, it occurred to me that there are differing levels of sexual tension. And sometimes that sexual tension leading up to the big event is even better than the straight-up sex itself.
Take for example this scene leading up to the second time Anna and Brett do the dirty dance:
Closing the door, he
leaned back against it and pulled Anna into his arms. The soft curves of her
body melded with his rock hard core and he groaned.
“I’ve been dreaming all
day of this moment,” he rasped, before slamming his mouth down on hers.
And damn it all if she
wasn’t right there with him, opening her luscious mouth to his, exploring greedily
with her tongue while grinding up against his body. With needy fingers he
roamed her curves in an exploration of discovery, massaging and pinching along
her hips and round bottom. God he wanted her right now. Naked. And sheathed
around him.
Reaching
behind him, he locked the door and then glided her slowly backwards toward his
desk, never taking his lips or hands off her. She tossed her purse on the
conference room table as they went. He gripped her thighs and lifted her gently
onto his desk, glad that he’d already cleared its contents for the day. She
braced her hands against the surface and wrapped those long legs of hers around
his waist, pulling him closer to her. It was like she knew exactly what he
needed. Every stroke of her tongue. The way she moaned and pressed her tits
against him.
He drew back and grasped
her face in both hands, gazing into her heated eyes. “Forgive me for acting
like a horny teenager, Anna. But I honestly can’t wait to have you. Can I?”
A throaty chuckle escaped
her lips and she blushed like a school girl. “We’re in your office.”
“So what?” he asked with
a salacious grin. “No one is going to know—as long as you don’t scream like a
banshee.” If memory served him right, she was a bit of a screamer. “On second
thought…”
He pulled slightly away
but she yanked him back by the collar of his shirt. “Oh, no you don’t! You
can’t make promises like that and leave me hanging. I’ll bite down on my hand
if I need to, but you’re going to make good on your offer.”
“Well, well, Ms.
Cosgrove,” he said with a chuckle. “Let’s see if you can hold it together.
Maybe I’m that good.”
“Are you going to stop talking?”
Sexual tension can be built up in so many ways - sexy banter, a certain look, roaming hands, rubbing bodies, musky cologne whispered promises of what's to come. It's all good. So do you prefer the sexual tension or the straight-up sex?
If I had to choose then I'm going with sexual tension (though I'll take them both - LOL). With that, let me leave you with one of my favorite sexual tension scenes in Date Night:
“Jordan, stop it.” He scowled down at
me. “You know damn well who I want to be kissing and it isn’t Chloe. Or don’t
you remember last night?”
Before I could retort with a smart
comeback, his hands laced into my hair to hold me tightly into place while his
mouth came down on mine with the force of his desire. Gone was the playful
nipping of our first kiss. His tongue claimed mine the instant I gasped for
breath and refused to relinquish its hold until my body fully acquiesced and
molded itself to his. As his tongue explored my mouth in lazy twirls, I felt
his hand leave my hair to begin its own exploratory path down my shoulder and
over my chest to land firmly on my breast. A soft moan escaped me when his
fingers pinched lightly at the expanding bud beneath my sweater.
“Do you believe me now?” He began slowly
trailing wet kisses along my neck on a definite path towards my aching nipple.
“Or do you need more evidence of my feelings for you?”
The soft timbre of his voice lulled
me into submission and I watched dreamily as he pulled the wide cowl neck of my
sweater and lace bra down to expose my full breast. The moment his mouth
enclosed around the pulsating bud and suckled hard, I was lost and threw back
my head with a guttural moan. An explosion of heat gathered in my nether
region. No. I had no doubt he wanted me physically but that wasn’t going to be
enough for me.
