Now, your idea of sexy and my idea of sexy just might be different. Sometimes it’s not about the in-your-face explicitness, but in the steady build and subtle nuances. Sometimes in no more than a glance. Okay. Who am I kidding? Sometimes it’s also about the sex. I’d love to tease (because that’s the kind of girl I am), but let’s just get to it, shall we?
Castle – Season 4 closer, ‘Always’ (Episode 23 of Season 4 if you missed it). What can I say? I rewound at least five times. ::sigh:: From the moment we see Beckett sitting on a swing in the rain as she realizes what’s really important to her, and Castle taking down his murder board and throwing the pictures and papers away, we’re afraid it’s all over. Then Beckett arrives at Castle’s door, and he says he can’t ‘do this’ anymore, there’s a split second when we realize it actually is too late. But Beckett persists (bless her) and they kiss. And what a kiss! Ferocious and tender at the same time. Then the poignant moments of discovery and acknowledgement when you see his hunger, when he touches her chest where the bullet hit her, when he takes her hand... Sexiest scene I’ve ever seen without undressing. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rivGBbC6Dk
Vampire Diaries – Elena and Damon’s first kiss... ’nuff said. We waited for it for years, and it was worth the wait! But that scene in the motel... well... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXbXNCKEYak
Buffy the Vampire Slayer – Buffy and Spike’s first love scene. Not tender, not sweet, and not even nice, but talk about bringing down the house! Actually, this is the best argument for there being a thin line between love and hate. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27ziWd-fDLs
NCIS – The Season 7 opener, TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES. No kissing, no sex, not even a touch, but so many angsty moments that it became palpable and for some reason, I found it intensely romantic. As background, the last time Tony and Zeva saw each other, they fought and Zeva refused to ever work with Tony again. She disappeared and they thought she was dead and decided to go after the terrorist responsible. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqs97tSS6GQ
What do you think? Do you like the more explicit scenes? Or are you a fan of subtlety and subtext? I love them both. So now share your favorite romantic/sexy moments from your favorite programs! I’m waiting....
On the run from British troops, American Revolutionary War spy Ryan Straughn forces Emily Nevins to hide him on her English farm. But Emily already keeps secrets that could mean her demise if discovered. Nevertheless as the long night wears on, attraction sizzles and they give in to unexpected passion, sure they’ll never see each other again…
Deception and desire…
A chance encounter in London society stirs heated memories of their sensual night together. They begin a heady dance of suspicion and desire. Though sympathetic to the struggling Colonists, Emily cannot trust a traitorous spy who may expose her dangerous intrigues. And Ryan risks his very life by trusting a woman privy to his true loyalties. But they are unable to deny their need for one another, even as Emily’s secrets are about to be exposed, and the noose around Ryan’s neck grows tighter.
Betrayal and love…
And now someone has discovered both their secrets. The price of silence? Betrayal. Of their causes, their love, their futures. In the end, lives will be lost and sacrifices made. Their choice is impossible. Which will they surrender—their lives…or their hearts?
The stranger lowered his head further to leave a path of soft insistent kisses from her earlobe to the well of her shoulder blade. The sensation was like nothing she’d felt before—intimate, urging, almost desperate. Heaven help her, Emily wanted more. He slipped his hand down her back, molding her against him. The hot, hard bulge pressing against her belly ignited an answering heat in hers. Naughty. Wicked. Exciting…
He asked a question, his voice a deep vibration that reached to her toes. Her very flesh tingled, sending shivers of delight through her. Her breasts ached and became exquisitely tender. She gasped as he drew her even closer, his large hands moving along her spine.
“Yes…,” she sighed, affirming her suspicion that this man’s arms would be heaven.
“Sweet…” His voice was hoarse with desire as he lifted his head to speak as he brushed across her lips. “Are you the most courageous woman I know…or the most reckless?”
Reckless. Unconscionably reckless…
He nudged her robe open with his chin and lowered his mouth to the slope of one aching breast. She caught her breath and choked back another gasp when he captured one tingling crown with his lips and tugged gently. She tangled her fingers through his dark hair to hold him close. The sensation was so foreign, yet so completely delicious, that she wanted it to go on forever. She sighed. “Tell me your…name, sir, that I…may know who my dreams…”
“You mock me?” he growled.
She gave a soft, husky laugh at his pretended outrage.
The deep vibration of his voice against her skin sent shock waves along her spine.
“By all that is holy…I must be mad! Were it any night but tonight, I’d sweep this desk clear and take you here and now.”
Emily fervently wished it were any other night. She’d have yielded him anything--everything—when he nibbled a greedy path back up her neck and cherished the tender flesh at the hollow of her throat before lifting his head.
He brushed tendrils of hair back from her cheeks with this thumbs. “Now that you’ve seen my face, my only safety—and yours—lies in the fact that you do not know who I am.”
She did not bother to deny his accusation. But betrayal had been the furthest thing from her mind. She caught her breath on a gasp as he slipped his hand up her bare thigh, exposed in the gap of her robe.
She struggled free of his arms and moved away, fighting to regain her composure and recall the true nature of this man.
Blood-red splotches on his shirt sleeve reminded her that this man had murdered someone this very night. She would be fortunate if she escaped with her life. She pushed him away to gather her robe more closely around her. This had to end before she forgot herself again. She was breathless when she spoke. “Your ten minutes are up, sir. If you are a man of your word, you will leave.”
Finally, she was tempted by a vocation where she was in control of the next crisis, and could solve it, too—writing. She is the author of ten novels, three novellas and a brand new release, SWEET TREASON, from Entangled Publishing.