Okay, because @tvansantana asked me to share my super-sexy über-steamy scene from today's writing, here you go (this is happening on the moving train in the engine room).
TUBE, Draft 2, Chapter 10 (Scene 4, excerpt)
"The trembling of her excitement passed on to Dima and he took it for something else and stepped closer, his breath on her cheek, his hands on her waist, searching, restless, and where his body touched hers, where it leaned and filled her curves and her hollows it felt different from when they danced. It was charged, strained.
He wants me.
And she knew that if he made a move she would respond and not simply respond but pounce and take control and ride him raw and the thought of it and the feral force and the turbulence of her blood has shocked her and made her dizzy.
What is going on? What is this?
They were alone in the narrow corridor of the engine room and it was hot and loud and gloomy and the light that came from the wire-meshed bulbs illuminated the row of the engine parts on the left, the tanks and the cisterns and the pipes. They thrummed with life, and pulsed and throbbed and—
Dima’s lips brushed the back of Olesya’s neck.
She jumped. “My God! Dima! Don’t scare me like that...”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist...I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have. Forgive me. I don’t know what came over me.”
“No, it’s okay.”
They were shouting over the noise, shouting face to face, their faces so close that the air from their shouting stirred up their hair and the car lurched over the gap in the tracks and pushed Olesya into Dima’s arms and she felt his breath that smelled ridiculously soft and warm like the breath of a puppy when it squirms in your hands and jumps and licks you and then they were kissing."