When I write sexual tension I hope my readers will want to push the heroine aside and take her place. In the first scenes I have a woman who doesn’t want to desire/love her ex-husband. Their history would make having sex with this man unwise. Therefore I wanted to make him difficult to resist. 

Scene 1

I got the cake, thin layers of cake with raspberry mousse fillings between. A loud flapping sound and a rough ride announced the death of a tire as I neared Dee’s school.

Well, Hell. I’d planned to wait in the car. Some days Dee saw me as an okay mom. Others she didn’t want to be seen with me. I popped the trunk and prepared to lug the spare and the jack out. My cell rang in my pocket. What now? I half rose, banging my head on the trunk lid. Stars filled my vision while pain made me feel faint, a tad nauseous.

“Need any help?” A deep voice resonated near me, the masculine drawl familiar as my own.  God, I really hit my head hard. That voice can’t belong to Jay. Most of the men in this part of Georgia had the same charming drawl, so much more pleasing than some I heard every day. Other drawls didn’t send shivers up my spin the way Jay’s did.

I opened my eyes and saw long, muscular, denim-clad legs

near the back fender. Heat spread over my face as my attention followed the legs to thick thighs, then the worn placket over the zipper. What a package, so far. I should straighten and look the man in his eye, but my stiff back had been bent too long.

A deep, masculine chuckle made me blush as I placed my hand on my back and tried to escape the position that made studying his lower body too easy. By the time I managed to straighten, the man’s chuckle stopped.

“Sonovabitch!” His expletive wasn’t loud, but he hadn’t whispered it.

Jay looked shocked. I felt like climbing into the trunk and pulling the lid closed.

Now I’d bet I had no color. “What the hell are you doing here?” Of all the people I’d have expected to see here, he wasn’t one. He wasn’t supposed to be in town on leave yet.

He glared at me as if I were in the wrong place. “Rose asked me to pick her sister up from school and bring her to …”

“Why would she send you here? I took the afternoon to get Dee and the cake and gifts to Mama’s house for the party.”

“Rose …”

I interrupted him, using my superior teacher’s voice. “She’s called herself Electra for the past six months.” Don’t you know anything?

He frowned, as if he knew nothing about that. “My daughter’s name is Rose and that’s what I’ll call her. You let her get by with way too much.”

I didn’t have time to argue with GI Jay, so I reached for the jack again, but one large, tanned hand reached past me and grabbed it first. The man’s other hand grabbed the spare tire as if it were a donut.

“I can do it,” I insisted.

He shook his head at me, loosened the lug nuts in a few twists, then positioned the jack and raised the car in seconds.  “You don’t need to do it with me here to help.”

I glared at him. “I work out. I’m not helpless.” With my hands fisted at my waist I felt like a kid throwing a tantrum, but I couldn’t back down. I’d have let any other man change the tire and thanked him, but it bugged me that my Ex didn’t think to ask me if I needed help. While other men would have offered, he just took over, as he always did.

“Don’t argue,” he said as he made quick work of changing the tires faster than I could have jacked the car up.

He tossed the flat tire into the trunk as though the thing weighed nothing. I knew better, since I’d changed tires before.

He closed the trunk and eased around the car.

I heard books hit the ground and Dee’s squeal. “Daddy!”

My heart ached when my daughter threw her arms around the waist of the man who didn’t believe she was his child. Dee’s heart was in that hug and I was willing to hit him with the tire.

Scene 2

Lady Luck sometimes deserted me and tonight she laughed at me. Jay met my car in the driveway before I could get out. Calling ahead hadn’t helped, after-all. I sat with my door open and Jay squatting to put us at eye level. This afternoon he looked so much like the boy I knew in high school and college. His white tee shirt stretched across broad shoulders. His arms stretched so he could grip the window frame and his grin made the corners of my own mouth twitch to answer his smile with one of my own. Instead, my teacher demeanor, read prim and proper, made me feel aloof and confident.

“Hey, Mags, need something?”

He could make a simple greeting sound like an invitation to have sex. Or did I just hear that because I hadn’t had sex in at least three years. Yeah, that was it, I was just horny.

“Just my daughter.”

His flinch said I made a bulls-eye, ten points for me.

“So, if you’ll move away, I’ll say hello to your folks and take Dee home.”

He said nothing as he straightened, but he didn’t move away. His hands still griped the top of the car above me. Again, he presented me with a great view of his jeans zipper placket and a bulge that looked like he was horny, too.

Of course, he always seemed determined to get into my panties so he could say I was easy and available. My throat went dry at the memories of us hot and sweaty and wrapped around each other.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and pushed my seat back so I could get out. Moving past him wasn’t going to be easy, but I couldn’t let the jerk think he could trap me like a frightened kitten.

The body contact as I twisted up and flush with him sent shocks through me and through him, too, judging by his expression and the way he caught his breath. So close I could count his eyelashes and the gold flecks in his eyes, I sucked in a needed breath. Yep, my breasts pressed into his chest and his shock changed to desire. Good.

“Excuse me,” I forced the words past my parched lips. Then I licked them before I ducked under his arm and called out to anyone who could hear me.

“Hey, where’s everybody? Dee? Dad Lake?

“Witch,” Jay’s low voice sounded for my ears only.

“Jerk,” I answered and smiled. “You do have to play your childish games, don’t you?”

His laugh sounded pained. “Nothing childish about the way you make me think about hot, sweaty sex. You can’t tell me you don’t think about us that way. What would it hurt?”

Angry, I turned to him. “I wouldn’t have sex with you again, even if I did have an itch, even if you were the last man in the world. You’re way too easy.” Try that one bub.

Scene 3

Drinking her second cup of coffee and munching a third warm donut, she spotted a Harley pulling into the parking lot. The man on the machine made it look like a toy. Everything about him screamed bad-ass. Black hair streamed down his leather-clad back. His muscular arms were bare and thick. Something about the way he straddled his bike spoke to her. Oh, yeah. Maybe because she was tired? Maybe because he’d make great eye-candy calendar material.

He dismounted and his long-legged stance made her choke on the last swallow of coffee. That man owned the world, or at least the part he wanted. When he turned toward the wall of glass window she swallowed hard. He removed his helmet. Watching him run tanned hands through his dark hair brought a groan she hardly recognized as her own. He was one fine looking man.

Mirrored sunglasses hid his eyes. Sipping her coffee, she forced myself to glance around the room instead of watching the motorcycle god come inside. Of course she didn’t miss a step he made, outside and inside. Biker guy exuded sex and danger.

She got a good look at the wicked grin spreading across his rugged face. God Almighty. This man looked barely civilized.

Carrying two coffees and a paper bag, he sauntered toward her table. With each step his single earring swayed and his grin grew. “Mind if I sit here?”

He sat before she could answer. His large hands delved into the bag and brought out glazed donuts that looked miniature in his grasp. The green serpent tattoo on his forearm moved with his muscles as he held the donut toward her”

Buy you a drink?” He offered a Styrofoam cup.

He was flirting with her and she felt a stirring she needed to tamp down. “That’s okay.” But she took it anyway. After all, he’d ordered what she was drinking. “Thanks.” She opened a yellow sweetener packet and added its contents. She stirred the mixture, then ran the stirring stick across her lips, savoring the cream.

“Been around here long?” he asked, his voice deep, a little hoarse sounding. He took two bites and the donut.

She didn’t need the distraction of this man who made her want to research the theories about correlation of feet, hands, nose, and penis size.

Mary Marvella
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