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 décor 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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