Now I've become a romance author with multiple books out in the world and two more coming before the end of 2011 to round out the number to ten, I'm often called an erotic writer or as some of the folks in the small town where I live call it I write "dirty books". What's "dirty" and "erotic" shift from one reader to another so it's all in the perception. I read a lot - when I have the time which these days isn't as often as I might like - and I've read everything from just pure smut to romance so sweet it could be rated G. And I probably write about everything from one end of the scale to the other. Even my novels have various degrees of heat and there's at least one coming next year without sex, total sweet.
I like to write about sex in a way that is both sensual and yet loving. I like to evoke the passion as well as the tenderness and from what some readers say, some people like the approach.
On Saturday December 3, my first Christmas release, Sing We Now of Christmas releases from Rebel Ink Press (although eager readers may keep checking - there's always the chance it's out a day or two sooner) and so I'd like to share what I like to call a "sweet heat" moment from it:
A vase of white, red, and pink roses stood on her dresser, the fragrance of the flowers heavy and sweet in the room. Jar candles sat near the posies on the table beside her bed, even on the headboard. As they flickered, she caught their scent, a rich gardenia smell she liked, one that reminded her of the classic White Shoulders perfume. A brand new comforter, soft and fluffy, covered her bed replacing the worn out old discount store navy blue bedspread. Jessica stroked her hand across the surface, admiring the white comforter where big pink and crimson roses bloomed. Music flowed from her CD boom box, not rock, not country but the pleasant sounds of Mannheim Steamroller. Impressed by the effort he’d made to create a romantic scene, she smiled.
If he could create this mood, then she could follow his lead. Jessica opened a dresser drawer and searched. She rejected the full-length flannel nightgown, the faded and well-worn nightshirt, the silky shorts she often slept in and pulled out the one piece of sexy lingerie she owned with triumph. The satin baby doll still had the store tags from when she bought it at clearance after Valentine’s Day last year, unable to resist the pretty crimson garment. She’d wondered who she might wear it for or if she’d ever have the nerve but tonight, inspired by his preparation, she changed into it. She sprayed on a little Obsession and brushed her hair until it hung smooth past her shoulders. Inside, she trembled from a volatile combination of nerves and desire but she walked into the living room with a siren’s strut only to find Johnny still asleep.
She knelt down, noticing the way that his long eyelashes brushed his cheek and how a slight smile teased his lips. Judging by his even breath he was deep into sleep country but Jessica bent down to kiss his mouth, slow and serious. He responded before he awoke, his lips sculpting to fit hers and when he opened his eyes, he grinned.
“Hey, Johnny,” she said in the huskiest whisper she could summon. “It’s bedtime.”
He blinked, still smiling. “Is it?”
“Uh-huh,”
“Then come here, honey,” he said, “let me rock you to sleep.”
He sat up and then snagged her with his arms. He cuddled her on his lap and began to kiss her with gusto. Johnny tasted her with the same eager zeal she thought he would have for a good steak, the perfect hamburger or maybe a fine wine. Her appetite equaled his and she returned his kisses. Her arms locked around his neck to hold tight as his hands roamed, caressing her with both ardor and appreciation.
When he gathered her up and carried her into the bedroom Jessica thought she would swoon with delight. She loved it, adored being mastered and loved with such intensity. He put her on the bed as her senses embraced all the sensual triggers around her, the rich aroma of gardenias, the delightful music that evoked emotion, the candlelit ambiance, and his touch against her skin. Jessica gloried in it and surrendered.
Any lingering restraint, old fears from previous relationships that went sour vanished in the total power of Johnny’s lovemaking. As they fondled and caressed, kissed and touched, Jessica crossed the last boundary to the total certainty that this man was the love of her life, her significant other, forever.
When they came together like a force of nature, on a grand scale like a cold and warm front intersecting, everything was right. Their timing brought them home together on a slow, full rush of delight, a pleasure that enveloped and encompassed them both. In those moments, that eternity that could never last long enough, they became one, united in a way that transcended any words, any laws, any binding. Nothing could be more full or complete that this and with wonder, with joy, they both knew it well.
After, as they unwound with sweet lethargy they whispered together, words of love and promises that didn’t have to be spoken to be valid. By the time that the shadows cast by the candles grew tall on the walls, they knew they would have to move but neither had energy or inclination.
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