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Thursday, 19 February 2015

Undressing Your Characters. Enjoy the Anticipation - or Just rip 'em off? Preferences?



Posting today after being inspired by a discussion on Alta Hensley's facebook page about undressing scenes in books. I have two. One from #1 Best Selling Erotic Western  The Rancher's Woman and the other from my Amazon Top 100 Erotic Suspense  Intimate Knowledge Part 5.    Intimate Knowledge is below the extract from The Rancher's Woman.  Comment on preferences, please?

Set in the small Wyoming town of Hope Junction, The Rancher's Woman is Tessa and Chance's love story.  Tessa has just moved to town to start a new business and Chance is the local rancher who falls for her.  In this extract  Chance is undressing Tessa for the first time:

   He let out his breath, hauled her over to sit on his lap and gave her a slow, fierce kiss that shook them both with its intensity. When he finally let her go, tears were rolling slowly down her cheeks. He kissed them away a little at a time and told her. “You’re not alone in that, babe. I’m already far gone. I’m all out in love with you.”
Neither spoke for a long moment, their breathing the only sound in the truck. Finally he asked her softly. “Got any candles, hon?”
  Tessa sniffed. “Um, yeah. Plenty. All different types and scents.”
“Thought you might.” Sitting her back on the seat beside him, he tongued her ear wetly and told her. “Looking forward to undressing you in candlelight, Therese Marie.” As he put his truck into gear, he added quietly. “We’ll take this slow, babe. No point in rushing a good thing.”
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Tessa breathed a sigh of relief, the rest of the journey passing in a haze of anticipation. His last words made it clear it wouldn’t be all the way, but just the idea of having him in her bed, naked together, falling asleep in his arms was heady stuff. To finally have this after the waiting enhanced it. Guess he knew what he was doing drawing things out.
When they pulled in to the spot behind her house, they walked hand in hand toward her bedroom in silence. Once inside, she opened her cupboard, indicating the shelf that held her selection of candles. “Take your pick, cowboy.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” He told her. Amazing Tessa by selecting her entire collection of over forty candles, he started to spread them around the room. She watched in fascination as he chose each place carefully, clearly using his firefighter expertise to guard against accidents. “Get lighting woman.” He growled jolting her out of her surprise.
Together they set up the candles, creating the most romantic atmosphere Tessa had ever experienced. When they finished, the glow was bright enough to illuminate the blatant desire in his eyes. Taking her by the hand, he leaned lazily on her mirrored dresser and stood her in front of him slightly to the side so she was fully visible in the mirror. Tessa melted as he ran his finger down the bridge of her nose and tucked a stray, fiery curl behind her ear. She drew in her breath as his hand cupped her sex through her silky dress and he informed her softly. “I’m desperate to discover if the curls here match the hair on your head or your lashes.”
She laughed sweetly and softly. “Really? That’s what you think about when you imagine me naked?”
“Damn, right. Thought about it that first night when we were sitting out there on my Gram’s old couch and every night since.” He kept his hand firmly on the apex between her thighs while he traced her lips and jaw line. “You wanna give me a hint?” He asked her in a low, husky growl.
She shook her head slowly, biting her lip, answering him a voice that was a slow caress. “Guess you’ll just have to find out for yourself.”
And he did. Little by little, one garment at a time, he bared her completely to his admiring gaze in the candlelight. Tessa found it dizzily erotic to be gradually uncovered in front of her own mirror as he remained fully clothed. She’d undressed in front of that mirror so many times, but tonight the woman she saw was the one reflected in his eyes. He looked at her like she was the most desirable woman on earth and so she was.
When she was completely naked before him he reached out and gently pulled on the curls nestled between her thighs. “Flame colored like your hair, just like I hoped. You know why, hon, because then I can watch them turn dark like your lashes when I suck on your clit and make your sweet pussy weep.


                                

Now for a different approach

“Take it off.”
I spin and look at him in disbelief.  “What!”


He steps back, folding his arms across his chest in an unyielding stance.  Indicating the dress with a sharp jerk of his head, he repeats the order.  “You heard me.  The dress.  Take it off.  Now.”
“Leo, no.” 
I try to insert pleading in to my tone to cover the defiance his outrageous order fires up in me.  My defiance must slip through, because he shakes his head in reproof, drops his arms and steps back towards me.  I gasp as he takes each side of the plunging neckline in either hand and rips it apart.  Thrusting the remnants of the slutty, designer dress down my shocked curves to the floor, he kicks them behind him in disgust, before he roams his blazing eyes over my now almost nude form. 

Leave a comment on the two approaches!  Please - love to know your thoughts.

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