Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.
Lawrence FerlinghettiTags: poetry eroticism sexual-tension
He paused, letting the tension mount. His solemn gaze met mine. "How long are you going to make me wait?"
I considered making a joke. Blowing the whole thing off like nothing had happened. But I cared about Adam too much to dismiss his genuine interest with careless sarcasm. "I don't know."
He stared at me for a few moments. Behind his eyes I could see the wheels turning. Weighing the options and eventualities. Finally, he breathed out through his nose, like expelling bad energy. "Well, I guess that's better than 'never'.
Tags: sexual-tension
Forgive me, madam," he said lightly, amused, "but waiting to make love to you again is straining my nerves."
She scoffed but she was quite shaken; he could see it in her expression, in the way she nervously toyed with the buttons on her pelisse.
"How awfully presumptuous of you to think I'd let you."
"You will," he insisted soothingly.
She gaped at him.
"Please continue," he urged. "I'm aching to hear the rest."
"You're as arrogant as usual."
"You missed it, though."
"I absolutely did not," she asserted.
He grinned. "You missed my arrogance almost as much as I missed your impudence, little one."
"That's absurd."
"I love you, Caroline," he softly, quickly replied, catching her off guard with such tenderness. "Move on before I decide I'm finished with this conversation, rip off your clothes, and show you how much.
Tags: love funny arrogance argument sexual-tension
Are you bothered because he says he could see us together? Or is there something else?”
Sam's voice had grown quieter with that last question. Devin looked up from the board to see something he'd never thought he'd see from Sam. An expression that, on anyone else, would've been more than curious. It was open, vulnerable. A naked longing that disappeared as soon as Devin was sure he knew what it was, to be replaced by Sam pressing his lips together and looking down at the board again.
Wow. Okay. That made this conversation a hell of a lot more interesting. Maybe Sam had spent so much time analyzing Devin because he wanted to know if he had a chance. Devin wasn't sure how he felt about that.
“I'm not in love with the idea that you guys have talked about me,” Devin said. “It's strange.”
“I'm sorry our conversation made you feel that way,” Sam said. “I honestly wouldn't have said anything if you didn't want to know.”
“I know, I asked for it,” Devin responded. “About...us.” Dev looked up in time to see Sam's expression change before the mask slid back into place. “You don't think it's weird?”
Sam's lips trembled as he fought down a smile. “I think,” he began, reaching across the table, “life is full of possibilities.” He touched the back of Devin's hand with the tips of his fingers, gently stroking the skin. “If this isn't one you want to take advantage of, then you shouldn't feel pressured to do so.”
It wasn't Devin's imagination that the temperature in the room had risen. It was one thing when Sam was getting into his head on a purely academic level. It was another thing when Sam looked at him from beneath thick lashes as if he could unravel Devin from the inside out if given half the chance. And he so wanted that chance. Holy hell. The little nerd was trying to seduce him.
Tags: romance sexual-tension friends-to-lovers
There was a time when I could have slept with his friend Briffa, for instance. Around him the air was always fraught with possibilities.
Michael OndaatjeTags: possibility potential sexual-tension romantic-potential
What were you doing with her?” The words burst from my lips. Before I can take them back, he stares at me.
I stare back at him as the silence stretches onwards.
We’re both stiff. He says nothing.
“Maybe I should ask you the same thing.”
I shake my head, my nails digging into my palms.
Then before I can react, he has pushed me roughly up the wall, his eyes now dark and fiery, like a storm ready to unleash itself. Good. He’s mad too. His hands force me to the wall as he presses his body against mine. The intensity of the move, the feel of him makes my breath hitch.
“Get off me,” I seethe, pounding my fists into his chest but Adrian keeps me locked in place, so that his breath caresses my ear.
“Were you guys too rushed?’ He mocks. “Too desperate to book a hotel room?”
I can barely stifle a disgusted snort. “What are you talking about?” Fury pumps through my head. “A hotel room? What kind of girl do you think I am—mmf?”
He moves against me, moving to kiss me. The moment where his lips meet mine hard and unyielding. He tastes of smoke and lipgloss—and I’m reminded of the scene earlier where he and Lauren got out of the closet together. Disgust fills me as I squirm in his arms.
He groans, fire burning in his voice. “You want me, you’re trying to hide from it.”
“No,” I try to bite the words at him but it comes out strangled.
I try to push him away but before I have to, he releases me.
I try to put as much distance between him and myself, shaking.
Loathing is my voice. "Get away from me. I hate you."
He swallows and looks away, his breathing slowing. He pushes himself from the wall, still very pale.
Then closing his eyes and turning, he starts walking away, heading towards the parking lot.
"I hate you!" I scream again behind him.
Adrian stops for a moment, his back to me. “I’ve told you from the very beginning. You should.”
He keeps on walking, never glancing back.
Tags: angst sexual-tension anti-hero
The question is are you okay?” he asked, looking down at her with concern. “That was quite a spill you took.”
“I...I’m fine.” Her gaze centered on his mouth. Then, she did the most torturous thing she could have done to a man whose lower torso was pressed against hers and whose mouth was just a few scant inches from those fleshy, pink lips. She ran her tongue across her lips to wet them. And he thought super glue got hard fast.
Tags: humor sexual-tension
Every day for a week, sitting in my idling car, saying goodbye without saying anything at all—the touch of his hand, his forehead pressed to mine, the way he brushed my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. And still, he hadn’t kissed me. Not once. Nothing but that brief brush of his lips. I was beginning to go a little crazy.
Emme RollinsTags: kissing kiss sex kisses sexual-tension alpha sexy alpha-male alpha-males kissed new-adult kissing-quotes kissed-me new-adult-romance new-adult-contemporary-romance kisser
I looked at him like a stranger, someone I’d never seen before, and he looked at me like I’d been lost to him for a thousand years and finally found.
Emme RollinsTags: love romantic lost romance sex strange sexual-tension found look sexy lost-and-found thousand-years
The brainless wonder in his pants certainly appreciated her nearness. The stupid bastard started pounding against his zipper like a convict pounding against the bars of his cell.
Julie Ann WalkerTags: sexual-tension
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