I couldn’t properly call this blog Smexy Books without talking about my favorite naughty scenes this year – and oh have our authors been naughty. Let’s face it – I have read a lot of sex this year, and there have been many scenes that have made me turn the fan on extra high. It was hard but I picked out my ten favorite, and I am just giving you a quick taste of the lovin’ going on. I not only chose them for their downright dirty talk, but also because I fell in love with the book and the characters as a whole. The hot smexin’ is just icing on the cake.
Note: If you have not read the Mercy Thompson Series by Patricia Briggs, The Fever series by Karen Marie Moning, or The Dark Tide by Josh Lanyon, I am warning you of spoilers!!
This is the sexiest Paranormal Romance I have read this year. Reyes and Kyra have many steamy scenes, but their first time together is my favorite.
By the time Rey returned, she’d teased herself to quivering readiness. Just as he’d asked, she lay on the cool white sheets, naked. When he pushed open the door, she lifted her fingers to her lips.
”Goddammit, you started without me.”
She lifted a shoulder. “You turned me on.”
He nibbled from her lips to her jaw and then down her throat. Kyra tipped her head back and made a low growling sound in her throat. He bit her. She felt herself lubricate even more, so slick and ready for him.
”Don’t make love,” she managed to say. “Just fuck.”
In answer, he licked a slow circle around her nipple. “You’re not in charge, Kyra. Try to tell me what to do again, and I’ll stop. If you want to be completely in control, you should do it yourself.”
”Bastard. Maybe I will.” She reached between them, curled her fingers around his cock and squeezed. “Who’s in charge now?”
Bone Crossed – Patricia Briggs
Adam and Mercy:
Although not the steamiest scene, Adam and Mercy take that big step in their relationship and it is such a sweet tender moment. Adam may be my fictional lover, but he is damn good to Mercy.
“I love this,” he told me, a little breathless and yellow-eyed.
”Love what?” I turned my head and put my ear on his chest so I could hear the pounding of his heart.
”Touching you…” He deliberately ran a hand over my bare butt. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?”
And he proceeded to show me what he meant. If I didn’t ever reach Medea’s volume, I came close. By the time he got down to business, there was no room in the inferno he’d made of me for fear or memory.
There was only Adam.
Oh sweet universe – reading Barrons help Mac recover from her pri-ya state made my smutty heart melt into a puddle. I have high hopes for some smexin’ between these two in Shadowfever, with Mac having all of her sensibilities with her. But until then….
He comes hard, shuddering. I match him, bucking with each shudder. When he comes, he makes a noise deep in his throat that is so raw and animal and sexual that I think if he merely looked at me and made that noise, I might explode in an orgasm. […]
“It would make my cock hard to hear you say my name.”
My eyes pop open. “Jericho Barrons,” I say sweetly.
He makes a pained sound. “Bloody hell, woman, I think a part of me wants to keep you this way.”
I touch his face. “I like how I am. I like how you are too. When you are…What is the word you used? Cooperating.”
“Tell me to fuck you.”
I smile and comply. We’re back in territory I understand.
”You didn’t say my name. Say my name when you tell me to fuck you.”
”Fuck me, Jericho Barrons.”
Lover Avenged may be Rehvenge and Ehlena’s book, but Wrath and Beth had the most passion, and it was fun watching them rekindle their romance.
Together, he and his shellan moved as one, giving, receiving, going faster and faster until he came and kept going and came again and kept going until something hit his face.
In full animal mode, he growled and swiped at it with his fangs.
It was the drapes
He’d managed to fuck them from under the desk, past the chair, and over to the wall.
We all know and love Chapter 32 from One Foot in the Grave (and if you aren’t familiar with it, drop what you are doing and find it right away). However, Bones is just damned sexy in every book. The scene in particular in this book that stood out is after they reconcile from their awful fight *sob*.
“Look at me,” he said, lowering his hips between mine.
I did, opening my thighs and arching to meet his first thrust. Oh God, I’d forgotten how Bones stretched me when I wasn’t used to him. His hardness pushed against my walls, filling me so deeply, I felt tears in my eyes. Yes, Yes. I’ve needed you like this.
He moved with more force and kissed me, his eyes still open. I didn’t close mine either. Seeing his face while he was inside me overwhelmed me. I grabbed his hair, locked my gaze to his, and kissed him until I had to break away to breathe.
”I can taste myself on your mouth,” I panted. “I want you to taste yourself on mine. I want to suck you, swallow you when you come-“
“Untouchable” in the Deep Kiss of Winter Anthology by Kresley Cole
Murdoch and Daniela:
(I have to give a big thank you to Susi for typing the excerpt up for me!)
What makes Murdoc and Danii’s love scenes so different is that they are not allowed to touch. Danii thrives in frigid temperatures, unable to withstand touching a “normal” person. However, Murdoch’s vampire side needs to mate with this woman, which puts them in a very difficult, yet smexy position…
Getting caught up, she spread her knees even wider, then circled a finger over her clitoris. “Here.”
“Slower. Rub it slower.”
She lazily flicked, gasping, “Like this?”
“Ah, God, yes!” His eyes were awash in black as he stared, his fist pumping faster.“What would you want me to do to you?” What would a master seducer like?
With his free hand, he drew the pad of his forefinger along the sensitive slit in the crown. “You’d run your tongue over me here.” When more drops of moisture slicked the swollen head, he spread them around with his thumb.
“Tasting me, before you sucked my shaft between your lips.”
The idea that he wanted her to know his taste made her mouth water. She yearned to lick him there, then to take that broad crown into her mouth, suckling it so deep. . . .
When her tongue dabbed at her lip, he groaned, “Almost don’t want to know what you’re thinking.”
He seemed to be going out of his head with lust, stroking himself over and over. Gaze locked on her busy fingers, he fondled his heavy testicles with his other hand. When his brawny chest heaved with exertion, sweat lovingly trailed over the rises and falls of his bulging muscles—the most erotic scene she’d ever witnessed.
L.B. Gregg is one of my favorite m/m authors, and the first romance scene in Cover Me is one of the best I have read this year. I love that Michael begs in his head for Max to say on the desk, and then – Max says it…
I scrambled to my feet, nearly popping my button in a frenzy to get him inside me or on top of me or below me, up to my pubes in his perfect ass. Some way. Any way at all. My socks flew in two directions. At last, here was a guy who promised to fulfill a very specific, very dirty fantasy. I wanted that shirt of his to stay on, please, so that the lines of his body would be tantalizingly hidden by his clothing. I stroked the planes of his abdomen. Christ, he was fit. “How do you want me, Max?”
Say on the desk. Oh, God, say it. Say it.
My cock reached to kiss his, but he ignored my erection and efficiently rolled the condom down his own. “Put your hands against the desk.”
Fuck yeah. I braced myself, gripped the edge, and waited. Expectation made me tense. Max’s breath burst heavy against the back of my neck, his tie tickled my spine, his hand gripped my flank and then… he kicked my feet apart. My knuckles paled and I held on.
I can’t have a top ten list without including my favorite beta hero, Marcus Worth. Don’t let his beta status fool you, he knows his way around the bedroom, and when they utter the phrase, “it’s just me” (which is used throughout the book) my heart melts.
“Phillippa, darling,” he whispered, threading his fingers through her hair, worshipping her face with featherlight kisses, “I need you.”
”I need you, too.” She opened herself up to him, her thighs rising to his flanks, wrapping around him, as he slid deeper into her.
This was different than the pleasure he had given her before, she thought. It was heady, this fullness. With every push, with every moan, with light caresses of her hands, she brought him closer to the edge. He wanted to fight it. He wanted to hold himself away from her, still have her and be able to resist all at once.
But it was no use.
”It’s just me, she whispered in his ear, as she clung to his body […]
That was all it took. Those three little words. He could feel himself breaking within her, so reaching between them, he found her nub and sent her soaring.
”It’s just me,” he replied, as she shattered around him.
My two favorite men – I have to include their scene when they finally give in to each other and decide they are both brave enough to face the future together. It’s a wonderful send off….
“Love you? Of course I love you. Baby, I fucking worship you.”
We moved into each other’s arms, a tangle of warm, bare limbs on rumpled sheets. He was holding me so tight, it hurt. As we rocked together, I could feel his heart pounding away beneath supple skin-pulsing faster than my own-I could hear his harsh, quick breath. […]
One big hand stroked my back, caressed all the way down my spine, smoothing over the curve of my ass and tracing its way to the tight knot of warm, dry skin between my buttocks, gently probing.
I groaned. “Yes. There. Please.” […]
No one touched me the way Jake did, with that easy, unshockable expertise as though he knew my every secret desire.
I wriggled and strained against him, wanting more. I could hear the sounds I was making, embarrassing, frantic noises as I squirmed and rubbed. Only with him could I let go like this, permit myself this…
With both Riley and Mercy being shifters, you get a very sensual book and with one being a cat and one a wolf, and both dominant, you get very intense love scenes.
She scratched trails down his back. He didn’t even wince. “My name, kitty. Say my name.”
[…]”Say it, or no cock for you today.”
Her mouth fell open. “Fuck you.”
”You’ll be doing that shortly.” He kissed her again, a tangling of tongue and teeth an untamed male power. “Now”-he thrust against her, letting her feel the heavy, dark heat that she could have-“what’s my fucking name?”
[…]”Now do it, Riley. Or I’ll find someone else.”
He held her head where it was for another long second before lowering his face to hers, those amber eyes telling her exactly who was in charge inside him at that moment. “What did you say?” Quiet, quiet words. (<—I love that line)
She moved with him, kissing him back, running her hands over his body and nipping at him just because. He kept her pinned to the earth as he took her, as if he knew just how damn much she needed a good hard ride. When she orgasmed, it was with a sharp-cry, a lush clenching around the thick heat of him, and a burst of starlight behind her eyes.
Now, go pour yourself a drink, and have a smoke ;)
Happy New Year!!