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“Seriously,�� I whispered, unable to look away. “You're doing the bedroom-eyes thing again.”
― Wendy Higgins, Sweet Evil

“. . . there was a softness to Cash’s gaze that made her want to lean into it. It felt like being stroked with a paintbrush, all the way down her body, leaving everything tingling in its wake.”
― Summer Hines, Some Things Stay With You: A Windswept Wyoming Romance

“My gaze dropped to his mouth, almost hesitant, as if asking for permission. When I looked back up, his blue eyes were a definite yes. They were his sexy bedroom eyes, dark and hungry, but there was more behind them than just sex. There was more to his yes than just this moment.
My hand still on his chest, I slanted my mouth over his in a slow, deep kiss. The corners of my lips were damp from the tears, and Sam licked away the salt with his tongue, his hands sliding up under my shirt like we were two teenagers making out after school. Which was a little how it felt, being with him like this in my childhood bedroom, the same quilt still on my bed from when I was fifteen.
Maybe Sam felt that, too, because his hands under my shirt were working maddeningly slow for someone who'd already seen me naked multiple times before. They slid up my rib cage, brushed against the sensitive skin under my breasts, flicked once against my nipples, which were taut and aching under my bra. But then he skimmed back down my sides and gave my leggings-clad thighs a squeeze, leaving me hungry to feel his hands on my bare skin.
"What do you want to feel?" he murmured, his breath warm against my cheek.
Everything. But instead, what came out was, "Taken care of.”
― Alicia Thompson, Love in the Time of Serial Killers

“Any ideas of how we can fill the time?" She lowered her lips to the straw in her smoothie, keeping her eyes locked on him as she sucked on the straw. Then her gaze flicked to his dick, which was... alert.
Holy sex eyes. Nina wasn't just flirting with him, she was laying it on thick as syrup.”
― Erin La Rosa, For Butter or Worse