Friday, April 25, 2014

X is for X-Rated?: Blogging the #atozchallenge

Well, not quite x-rated but a few of the scenes in my books are pretty steamy. This is a love scene from Depraved Heart: A Novel. It is the 4th of July and my two characters are about to become lovers out on the headlands overlooking the harbor:

He led her to a patch of feathery grass where tufts of ferns grew between the rocks and spread the blanket he’d brought from the house. She sat down, folding her skirt under her and he made himself comfortable beside her, not quite touching but close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body through the fine cotton of her clothes.
Look.” She pointed. The moon was coming up over the horizon just below Eastern Point Lighthouse’s golden flash. As it rose a sparkling silvery path swept across the water. The air around them glittered with fireflies.
When I was a boy, I spent much of the summer in Galveston with my father. Sometimes when we were out on his boat late at night the moon would shine on the water and dolphins swam beside the boat, leaping up, and keeping pace with us.”
Dolphins? Really?” She turned to look at him, and he thought that in the moonlight she looked as enchanting as any mermaid that had ever emerged from the depths.
Yes. There’s a channel between the tip of Galveston Island and Boliver Point on the mainland and every time we crossed it there were dolphins everywhere. There’s a ferry that goes back and forth between the island and the mainland all the time, and people feed the dolphins. They get used to humans. They would come right up to the boat hoping for a treat. I’d feed them shrimp and little fish when my father wasn’t looking.”
That sounds beautiful,” she said.
He moved closer, caressed her jaw with his fingertips and said, “I want to kiss you.”

I want you to kiss me,” she said and leaned forward letting her body rest against his as their mouths met. He slid his hands up her back and into her hair.
You’re all I’ve thought about since Sunday,” he whispered nuzzling her neck, kissing her shoulders and caressing the soft skin along her spine.
She slipped her hands up over his arms to his shoulders and kissed him deeper, moving closer.
In the distance they could hear the explosions of fireworks and the cheers and honking of boat horns, but from their vantage point the path of moonlight sweeping over the sea seemed to direct the full beauty of its scintillating light on them and on them alone. They wound around each other in caresses that felt more intense than the thundering of the waves below and more gentle than the breeze filled with the fragrance of sea salt and beach roses and jasmine.
Oh, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You don’t know how much I want you, but it’s been a very long time. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
She lifted her face from his, slipped her skirt up her thighs, and straddled him. “That’s not possible,” she said sliding her hands inside his shirt and over the hard contours of his chest.
He placed his hands on her thighs and helped her position herself until she eased down on to him. He gasped and pulled her tight against his body pressing his mouth to the deep, sweet place between her breasts. They rocked together forgetting every moment, every sorrow, every loss, only grateful that all those pains had led them to this, to the joy of this, and the joy of each other.
When he climaxed inside of her she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and melted against him burrowing her face into his throat. He hugged her tight and felt the shudders rippling up through her.
That was wonderful,” she whispered. “That’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”
He lifted his head, tilted her chin up, looked into her eyes and said, “So far.”
He rolled her over into the blanket, moved on top of her, and she opened to him like a night-blooming flower, lush with nectar, and trembling in the secrecy of darkness.

Thanks for reading.

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