Every writer has her own system, her own routines and rituals and methods to her madness. I am a total pantser. When I sit down to write, I have no idea where my story is going, who my characters really are, or what is going to happen. All these things are revealed to me as I go on, as the story grows and develops, but there are many twists and turns on this journey and not everything I write ends up making it into the final manuscript. In the end, I cut out lots of material and sometimes it’s because the writing sucks, sometimes it’s because things change and sometimes it’s because it just isn’t right.
But, I’m one of those people that can’t bear to delete and move on, and I especially can’t bring myself to obliterate decadent, sexy scenes, so I tend to keep things I like, but can’t really use, in a file I’ve creatively named, “Rejects.”
And so, today, I have a special treat for you. Some “bonus material” if you will. I cut the scene that you are about to read from Sculpting a Demon mostly because the chapter where it originally appeared was running too long. Also, Lila, my heroine sculptress, and Arien, my mischievous fallen angel hero, had just made hot, sexy love right before arriving at the club where this scene takes place and they decided they were going to go home and flirt with some exhibitionism in the very next chapter. It worked out much hotter that way and on every level, this scene was totally unnecessary.
But not unsexy.
And now I’d like to share it with you.
I hope you enjoy this little Sculpting a Demon extra bonus deleted scene!
His arms circled her waist and he spun her around, a smooth, 360-degree spin that made the world whorl and ended with her pressed up against a wall in a far, dark corner. Giggling madly, she slid her hands up his chest, over his shoulders and he took her mouth in a kiss that made her knees wobble. The feel of his tongue sent heat cascading over her, a wave raw desire that pooled in her center.
She broke the kiss, she had to, otherwise she might have been tempted to do something totally inappropriate in public. “We should get back.” She glanced over his shoulder at the dance floor, but she didn’t see Angie or Dyne anywhere.
He just grinned that wicked grin of his and captured her lips once more, kissing her until her head went fuzzy and her entire body heated. He caressed her thigh, his fingers making intricate patterns over her sensitive skin. Lila’s breath hitched as his hand moved steadily higher, gliding beneath her skirt and slowly climbing upward until he was cupping her. He grunted with supreme pleasure when he dipped his fingers under the lace of her panties and touched her bare flesh.
Lila moved against his palm, forgetting for a moment that there were people everywhere. Arien nipped her lower lip, his fingertips dancing lightly over the length of her entrance.
The music changed, the dancers cheered and reality crashed down upon her. She placed her hands on his chest and gently pushed him away. “I don’t think this is a very good idea.”
“On the contrary,” he said, keeping her close, his fingers working between her hot folds, teasingly coaxing her into submission. “It’s an excellent idea.”
“Arien,” she said, trying to be strong, trying to ignore the deep, incredible and treacherous ache that wanted his fingers to go on and on, to explore more, to touch her deeper. “Someone might see.”
“No, they won’t,” he said, and as Lila peered around him, she realized that he was right. His broad back completely blocked the outside world. No one would see a thing.
“You are very wet,” he murmured in her ear, and then nuzzled his way up her throat. He gathered her even closer, and Lila gasped when he added a thumb to his lower exploration. He concentrated on her clit, circling it, teasing it, pinching and caressing and stroking it. Lila panted in his arms, the heat and tension building within her with every playful stroke.
“We should stop,” she breathed, clutching him as he made her tremble. Her hips rocked along with his teasing hand and she moaned softly against his chest.
“Mmm, not just yet,” he said, and arched his palm, thrusting a finger deep inside her.
Brilliant color and light exploded behind her eyes and her fingers dug into his shoulders as he took her higher and higher. His mouth met hers, his lips muffling her cries as she rode his masterful fingers until her body shuddered and pulsed with release.
She let out a long, shaky breath and slumped against him, boneless and sated. A small, satisfied smile danced across her lips and Arien laughed and kissed her forehead.
“Now we can go back,” he said.
World-renowned neurosurgeon, jet fighter pilot, secret member of American royalty, seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy angels and demons and vampires and werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has done it all… in her own mind. In reality, she can generally be found at her desk with a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini. It really depends on the day.
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