“If I made it through that decapitation scene and the bit where the elves drown Surryn in that swamp, I'm sure I can make it through this.”
I give her a hard look. “You sure?”
Emma bites her bottom lip, then smiles up at me, making me wonder if her answer isn't solely about the book. “This isn’t my first time, Pierce.”
“You mean you've transcribed sex scenes for other men before?” I ask, giving her a half-grin.
Laughing, Emma says, “Yes, many times. Now, fire away. I want to see what you’ve got hidden in that deviant brain of yours.”
20
Is it Getting Hot in Here?
Emma
Oh my. This man has imagination to spare when it comes to the bedroom stuff. I can hardly type. I want to smoke an entire pack of cigarettes, and yet Luc and Oona are both still almost fully dressed. Is my face bright red? I bet it is because I’m like a cat on a hot tin roof. Is the cat they’re referring to in that play super horny? I’ve always thought it was a sexual reference but I could be way off base. If it isn’t about sex, it should be.
“Luc runs his hand up her spine, then gives the string a sharp tug, allowing the bow to disappear. He listens as Oona makes the slightest little moan, and forces himself to make this moment last. On the battlefield, he may be aggressive to the point of insanity, but here, he must restrain himself.”
Oh no, don’t restrain yourself, Luc. Go for it. She wants you to really go for it.
“He must show her that when he removes his armour, there is a gentleman underneath who knows how to please a woman. Her pleasure is his. Reaching up, he lifts her long, auburn curls and sweeps them over her right shoulder so he can begin the torturous task of unlacing her dress. Her neck calls to him and he lowers his mouth over her collarbone, running his lips along it and tasting her flesh for the first time. His entire body reacts with lust and…is this okay, Emma?”
“Oh God, yes,” I say, my voice breathy, and I finally realize I’ve just been staring at him.
“It’s just that you’ve stopped typing,” Pierce says.
“Sorry. I got…a little distracted,” I answer, flushing as I turn back to the laptop. “We were at the bit about him tasting her flesh for the first time.”
“Righto, thanks. Okay…His entire body reacts with lust as he grips her hips and pulls her back toward him. Oona arches her long body and rests her head on his shoulder, raising one hand above her head to reach for him as he plants hungry kisses along her neck. ‘We cannot undo this, Oona. Once I have you, you will be mine forever,’ Luc whispers. She spins her body to him and stares up at him. ‘Then take me, Luc. Take me now. I can’t wait any longer to be with you.’ Her breasts heave as Luc claims her mouth with his own…”
Oh my God. Are my breasts heaving too? I think they are.Stop that, girls! That is completely inappropriate.Did he notice? Dear Lord, I hope not….
“The fabric silently falls to the floor and he lifts her off her feet and carries her to the bed.Or maybe he should carry her to the bearskin rug in front of the fire. I did say earlier the room was chilly and the bed is quite far from the fireplace. What do you think Oona would enjoy more?”
“The rug, definitely the rug. There’s more friction on the floor.”
Grinning at me, Pierce says, “I thought you were going to say it would be more romantic.”
“Right. That too,” I answer, quickly. “Now what’s he going to do to her?”
“Good so far?”
“Very. I mean, your readers will probably like it,” I say with a shrug.
“I hope so,” he says, giving me a knowing grin. “Let’s continue then.”
“Yes, let’s,” I say, swallowing hard.
“Luc lowers to his knees with her in his arms, gently lays her down on the thick white rug, then runs his hands up and down her naked body, relishing the feel of her silky skin. He traces her breasts with his thumbs, then—”
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
“Oh, dinner’s ready.”
Now, lasagna? Really?“Brilliant. Are you hungry?” I ask.
“Starving,” he answers, staring at me, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s not talking about the food.
