So let's see. What can I give you that won't give too much away but still makes sense? Hmm... How about some tension? (And please note, I haven't begun editing yet, so these might be quite rough still.)
First, a conflict:
They’d only been standing there for about five minutes when Lilly’s head shot up toward the far end of the alley. Two men came around the corner, yelling at each other in Italian. Torren’s attention was immediately captured by the second man, who was broad-chested and a little heavyset. He wore a light gray suit with matching fedora. He had the first man by the back of his jacket and was shaking him, and yet he still managed to walk with a swagger. But what caught Torren’s attention was the fact that he was also a vampire.
“You think you’re so brave, huh?!” the vampire yelled. His blue eyes flashed dangerously. He shook the man again so hard his teeth rattled.
The man was thinner and shorter, practically a scarecrow compared to the vampire. He wore black jeans and a blue button-up shirt. His hands were raised over his head, and he was shouting back, “Are you crazy? What’s the matter with you? I’m minding my own business! What’s wrong with you?”
The vampire shoved the small man face-first into the stone wall, then grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. The vampire towered over him, using his bulk to keep the man from getting away.
“What’s the matter with you?” repeated the man, shrinking back into the wall as well as he could. “I’m minding my own business, I say, and you come—“
The vampire hissed and bared his fangs.And now for some steamy sexual tension:
They were kissing now. He on his back and Lilly leaning over him. She kissed first one corner of his mouth and then the other. Ran her tongue along the seam of his lips until they parted. The tip of her tongue curled under his front teeth and moved along them until it touched one of his canines, then she pushed her tongue up and pierced it on his tooth.
The smell of her blood teased his nostrils. She licked his tongue, and he tasted it. Groaned into her mouth.
She thrust her tongue into his mouth and he closed his lips around it, sucking gently. She moaned and rubbed her breasts against his chest, her hand skimming over his skin and heading south. Her leg hooking over his. Her hips thrusting slick moisture against his thigh.
It was all part of the dance, he knew. She was teasing him. Testing him. She wanted him inside her and was attempting to erode his resistance.
She was doing a damned good job.And, sadly, I think that's going to be the last excerpt for a while. But I hope your appetite is whetted. Back to it!