Welcome back to Friday Favorites! I’ve been gone with all the hoopla of my Scandalous Blog Tour, but thought I’d come roaring back today with a fun favorite. Not sure this is going to be PG-13 and it may NOT BE SAFE FOR WORK, so read accordingly. A lot will depend on what you post from your works how hot this get. But if you want to mistake Friday Favorites from Sheri Fredricks’ Friday Flames, go right ahead! 🙂 We can handle the heat. LOL
So today I’m asking what’s your favorite love scene, either from one of your works or someone else’s? It can be hot and running-off-the-page steamy or sweet and tender bring-tears-to-your-eyes. It’s up to you!
My personal favorite love scene from my works (let me think a minute, I’ve written a few) is probably (at least currently) a long awaited intimate scene between Duncan and Katarina from Only Scandal Will Do:
Desire flamed in his eyes, searing her with its intensity. Acutely aware that every inch of her body pressed against him, she sucked in a breath. The hard object prodding between her legs was not his knee. He traced a path down the side of her neck with his mouth, nudged aside the lacy fabric at the night rail’s opening and trailed kisses onto the swell of her breast. A more exquisite feeling than those soft lips against her skin, she could not remember. Like the kiss of a rose petal wrapped in dew. Fever and chills warred wherever his lips touched and she stretched against him, feeling his arousal press against her closed thighs.
Delicious heat rose in her body, as her husband stirred embers deep inside. He tugged on the gown’s drawstring, releasing her breast from its gauzy prison, then lipped her aching nipple, which sent new flares of passion straight to her core. As he flicked his tongue over the sensitive peak, she moaned and squirmed. Of their own accord, her legs parted in invitation.
“So you are hungry, little one?” Duncan’s rough tone sounded like a cannon in the still room. Sensitive to every sound and touch, she could only nod as she gazed into his eyes, which were luminous in the room’s half-light. Once she’d dreaded this moment; now she could scarcely wait for him to fill her, to satisfy the yearning to be possessed, and possessor. She felt his hand straying down her thigh, raking the gown’s fabric upward.
“I have waited so long for this moment, Katarina,” he crooned, and his hot breath in her ear set her trembling, as need for him intensified. He stole down again, and this time let his fingers wander through the wiry curls, parted them and her. Gently, he urged one finger inside her, and she gasped at the strange feeling of them so intimately joined. He withdrew and she whimpered, unwilling to lose that connection, only to feel stinging pain as he slid two fingers in to stretch her wider.
Moaning, she writhed with mounting tension. She felt moisture where he stroked and fondled her, stoked a fire that threatened to burn out of control.
“Duncan.” His name came out a throaty growl. “What are you going to do?” If he didn’t do something soon, she might combust where she lay.
“I’m going to savor my first course, sweet.” His voice matched hers, husky and low. “By the time we reach dessert, I don’t think either of us will have strength to move.” He trailed his tongue upward to her mouth, slid it into the welcoming warmth. She lay transfixed, doubly joined with him, wanting to remember this moment and the next ones with crystal clarity. She cupped his face and pulled him onto her, feeling every inch of him along her body.
A tad warm in here now, isn’t it? Please leave an excerpt from your own favorite love scene and let’s see if we can make it sizzle! And leave a buy link if you’re published–in case we want more!
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