Tuesday, May 06, 2014

Sexy Without the Sex - A Novel Romance


Recently, on my radio show, we were talking about scenes that are erotic without the characters actually having sex. I thought it would be fun to share some of those scenes. The following is from a story (as yet unfinished) called A Novel Romance.
Lionel Pettigrew is an English professor who is a certified genius. He's got his quirks, but he's handsome, brilliant and virtually oblivious to his own appeal. He's the epitome of the absent minded professor until he meets Arista Lockhart. When his bullet train brain finally slows down enough, he realizes that she's the woman for him.

Lionel couldn't wait to get her back to his apartment. The door had barely closed when he found her in his arms and they were kissing. The urge to take her to bed was stronger, but still manageable. The main deterrent was knowing that in a few short hours, he would be facing his mother. He'd be in a more defensible position if he hadn't been to bed with Arista.
His mother had a sixth sense when it came to his behavior. She knew when he'd lost his virginity and wouldn't talk to him for a week. Each woman he bedded, not that there were many, had earned him further scorn. She had nearly disowned him when Kitty moved in. Only the intervention of Giuseppe and his sisters prevented it. That was months ago, and she still hadn't completely forgiven him.
Lionel wondered what it would be like when he finally made love to Arista. He had to stop those thoughts, or he'd end up doing something foolish. Thinking of his mother gave him an effective block, making him behave himself appropriately. Eventually, he forced himself to stop kissing so he could take Arista home to change.
Lionel got ready before leaving his apartment. Unsure what to wear, he threw his shirt in the hamper. It wasn't dirty, but it smelled strongly of Arista's perfume. He knew his mother would pick up on that. He grabbed two, taking them to the living room to get Arista's opinion. She was examining some of the Art Nouveau d├ęcor when he walked out of his room.
"I have no clue what I should wear," he said from the doorway.
Arista turned around with a bright smile. Seeing his bare chest for the first time, layered in lean muscles, she was struck completely dumb. She couldn't blink or breathe, only stare at the magnificent chest and abs across from her. Framed by the doorway, his hair tousled, he looked incredibly like he'd just woken up. Behind him, his unmade bed seemed to beckon to her.
"Shirt?" He waved them slowly to catch her attention.
One was a black Oxford with white stitching and buttons. The other was a navy blue polo shirt with a red rider. Both shirts brought out the blue in his striking eyes. The movement of the shirts finally got her attention. Arista snapped her lips shut and focused on them.
She gulped, hoping she still had her voice. "The blue."
"You think?"
"The black will make you look too solemn. The blue matches—your eyes."
"If I'd known taking my shirt off was gonna make you speechless, I'd have done it sooner," he said as he walked back in his room.
The muscles in his back rippled nicely as he walked, making her think of the ocean. He tossed the black shirt on the bed and pulled the blue one over his head. He knew she was still watching him, so he did everything with deliberate slowness. Once he was dressed, he put the black shirt away and came back to the living room.
"Ready?"
"Yeah." She crooked her finger at him.
Lionel walked over and sat next to her on the couch. Arista took the collar of his shirt, pulling his face to hers. She didn't quite kiss him. Instead, she ran her tongue slowly over his lips three times before letting him go. She fixed his collar and brushed his hair out of his face.
Lionel's body had lost the ability to control voluntary movement. His tongue followed the path hers had taken, tasting her. A shudder ran through him as he drew a ragged breath.
"If I'd known doing that was going to make you speechless," she taunted. "I'd have done it sooner."
He blinked, licking his lips again. His groin tightened as he fought the urge to crush her body to his. He shivered again, finally able to move.
Arista smirked as she stood and headed toward the door. Almost blindly, he followed her to the door.
"Keys?" She pointed to the table. "Do you want me to drive?"
He shook his head, licking his lips again.
"You're sure?"
"Hm...." He agreed, nodding.
Giggling, she swished out the door with Lionel, zombie like, in her wake.

"Holy Mother of God," he whispered as he closed the door.

© Dellani Oakes 

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