I’m so turned on by…no sex?
I never thought I’d say this but one of the hottest scenes in The Accidental Cougar contains no sex. Well, not traditional sex.
My heroine Abbey is coming off a very long marriage. Very long…as in almost half her life. And she’s a bit nervous. And gun shy. Terrified might be a good word.
Jumping into the dating fray and getting naked in front of a new person can be pretty daunting all by itself if you’ve been committed to one person that long. But if that new person is sixteen years younger than you, that would be enough for some of us to suffer some kind of cardiac event. I know I would.
So Charlie’s no-sex solutions was sweet and tender and God, surprisingly hot. I still remember writing it. Hell, after I was done I needed a shower.
Here’s a tiny taste of said scene. The sultry nature of no-sex sex…
Excerpt from The Accidental Cougar
He moved my camisole strap and then my bra strap and licked the skin where they’d been.
My nipples pebbled hard and a hot, a steady pulse started between my legs. I had a very vivid flash of him naked, burying his cock in me. My pussy clenched tight and eager around nothing at the mental image. I groaned softly.
He laughed. “”Yeah?” he said to my groan.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “Charlie, I have to say…no sex. No sex. I’m not ready. I mean, fuck…” I pulled back to look into those bright alert eyes. “I am ready. My body is ready like you wouldn’t believe. But…” I took his hand and put it above my pounding heart. If he was as good a guy as he seemed, if he was as amazing as I thought he was, he’d understand. “In here I’m not quite ready yet. I’m scared, if you want me to be honest.”
“I get it,” he said against my throat. He kissed my cheek, my forehead, my eyelids. I shivered again at that. It was a fairly innocent gesture so why did I find it so amazingly sexy?
“Take a shower with me,” he said.
A shocked burble of laughter came out of me and I put my hands on his chest, pushing him back a step. “Didn’t you hear me?”
“I did.” He grinned at me. Didn’t try to touch me. He simply stood there with my hands splayed against his blue checkered shirt.
“I just said—”
“No sex,” he said.
“Yes, no sex.”
“I don’t want to have sex.”
“But a shower—”
He cut me off again. “It’s water. It’s bathing. It’s me and you in an intimate setting, naked, touching, but no sex.” He put his hands up and plastered his most innocent look on his face. “No. Sex.” He repeated.
The oven timer went off and his eyes wandered to the frittata.
“Hold that thought,” he said.
He went over, checked our dinner and brought it out to cool. “It only needs a few minutes,” he muttered. “Just to set.”
“Now about that shower,” I said, my voice a tad too strangled for my taste.
He held his hand out. “Yes, Abby. About that shower. Come with me.”
“I didn’t say yes,” I whispered.
“You didn’t say no,” he said, touching my hand but only briefly.
“Why?” I asked. Because I simply had to know. He shrugged, coming around to stand in front of me again. His jeans were low on his hips. Not too tight, not too loose. And God, how I wanted to see them off him. “Because I want to see you. I want to touch you. Smell you. Kiss you…”
He was mesmerizing. I felt hypnotized. The snake to his charmer. The nail to his magnet. The dog to his whistle. The last fleeting thought made me laugh.
“That’s funny?” he asked, cocking his head. But he seemed amused, not offended.
“No.” I shook my head. “My own panicked thoughts are amusing.”
“Come on. I swear to you. No sex. Think of it as an appetizer. In fact,” he wound his fingers through mine and heat seared along my skin. It was like being burned in the most luscious and sensual way. “I promise you that if—no, when—you want that sex you’re so dead set against, I won’t let you. I will, in fact, turn you down.”
Sommer’s Bio: Professional dirty word writer, gluten free baker, sock addict, fat wiener dog walker, expert procrastinator. Called “one of the top storytellers in the erotic genre” by Violet Blue, Sommer Marsden writes for HarperCollins Mischief, Ellora’s Cave, Excessica, Xcite Books and Resplendence Publishing. She’s the author of numerous erotic novels including Lost in You, Restricted Release, Boys Next Door, Restless Spirit, and Learning to Drown. Visit http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com