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“He firmly pulled her body against his and he brushed her lips with his. Staring into her eyes, he lightly slid his tongue across her bottom lip. She drew a deep, staggered breath in response to the wave of heat she felt flushing through her. Derrick smiled at her. Then, he softly kissed her. He lightly swept his tongue between her lips, pressing his warm, soft lips to hers. He slid his hands up her body and cradled her face with his hands. Then, he passionately kissed her, tickling her tongue with his. He sucked her lips, gently, as though he was sampling nectar on a delicate petal. Then, with an intense urgency, he dipped his tongue past her lips, caressing her tongue with his. She felt fluttering inside. Anne’s body craved him. A shallow hum escaped from within her in response to how he was making her feel. She could feel his body responding to her. He was breathing heavier which was waking Anne’s primal needs. The tidal wave of lust that had just churned within her was slowly calming as his kiss became more subtle and tender. He gently pressed his lips against hers. He pulled back a little and looked away, exhaling.”
― Laney Smith, Lock Creek: One Year's Time

“And there’s no synthetic owners manual?â€� His lips twitched, smile threatening to break into a grin.

A joke. He wasn’t funny. “Do you come with an owners� manual, Captain? Because I’d like to study your troubleshooting section.�

“Would you like to strip me down to my nuts and bolts, and figure out what makes me tick?�

“I knew what made you tick from the moment we first met. That’s why I punched you between the legs.�

~ #1001 & Caleb”
― Pippa DaCosta, Girl From Above: Trapped

“-Are you always this crass?"
-"What can I say?" he replied spreading his hands wide with a beaming smile. "You bring out the best in me. Although, I'd prefer to sink my best into you," he winked.”
― Eve Langlais, A Demon and His Witch

“You are so beautiful,â€� he whispered, kissing her softly on the lips. “I can’t believe I got to have you.â€�
“You’re the only one who has,â€� Carrie smiled, “And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”
― Kassandra Cross, Carrie's First Time

“-"I am really starting to dislike you."
-"You know what they say: dislike is akin to lust."
-"That's not the expression."
-"It is in my world. You wouldn't be the first one to tell me you hate me only to rip my clothes off and ride me like a wild cowgirl.”
― Eve Langlais, A Demon and His Witch

“I can be badass and still like pedicures." - Liz Harper, Secret Need”
― Satin Russell, Secret Need

“Tall, way taller than her five foot five frame, his body bulged with muscles covered in tanned skin. He possessed layered down brown hair with gold highlights, vivid turquoise eyes and chiseled features, including a strong straight nose--surprising because with a taunting mouth like his she expected he'd gotten it broken more than once in his life--a square chin, and wickedly full lips that now quirked into a grin.
-"Enjoying the view?" he taunted.
-"Deciding what part to carve off your body first," she replied."Do you have a name by the way? Or should I just refer to you as 'that asshole'?"
-"You can call me Remy, but when I get your thighs around my neck, feel free to call me God. It totally pisses Lucifer's brother off, which means brownie points for me.”
― Eve Langlais, A Demon and His Witch

“You know what?â€� he whispered, out of breath, “You’re about to be in a whole lot of trouble. We probably better go.”
― Laney Smith, Lock Creek: One Year's Time

“You do bad things to me, Carrie,â€� he grinned, “Very bad things.”
― Kassandra Cross, Carrie's First Time

“I have a sweet tooth and I am not ashamed. That's all there is to it. No need to mention donuts at all."
"How about buns?"
She looked back over her shoulder and caught him staring at her ass. She was wearing a tight black skirt for no other reason than she'd had a strange urge to feel sexy after Hassan shredded her the other day.
She gave a little wiggle before she walked into the restaurant and was rewarded with the sound of his sharp intake of breath.
"Layla?"
"Yes?" She turned in the doorway, caught a cheeky smile.
"I like sweet things, too.”
― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game

“I always thought 'love at first sight' was silly and incredibly irresponsible. Then, you came along and you flipped it on me. I understand it now. I do! ~Sheriff Derrick Decker”
― Laney Smith, Lock Creek: In Their Own Time

“I glanced down. My arms were pushing my breasts together, making my cleavage look even deeper than usual. "Oh my god," I said. "My tits look amazing."
"I know," Sam said. "That's my point."
"They may never look this good again. Take a picture."
"Don't tempt me."
I slid up against his body, until I felt the hard length of him on my thigh. "We can start with the space thing in, like, twenty minutes," I said.
"Forty-five?"
"An hour, max."
"I can work with that," he said, and grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me on top of him.”
― Alicia Thompson, Love in the Time of Serial Killers

“A lazy smile reached his lips. “The mere sight of me shirtless takes your mind there? Good to know. I’d rather a solid fuck than getting my kumbayas out.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Forged Alliances

“How's your room?"
"You could see for yourself if you popped in."
"Is that a line?"
"I don't know. Is it? Do you feel the compulsion to rush over to room 306 and see me right now? I promise I'll make it worth your while."
"Sorry, no compulsion."
"Too bad." He lowered his voice. "I'm still sore from hefting all those heavy platters in Auckland, and if you want me at the top of my beefcake game for your shoot tomorrow, you could give me that massage."
She laughed, a joyous sound that shot straight to his heart. Head. Gut. Wherever. "Nice try, but I'll pass."
"Your loss, sweetheart. Just think, you could be here right now, having me splayed on the bed at your mercy, all that bare skin to explore, running your hands over my pectorals, my biceps, my latissimus dorsi---"
"I hope that's not a fancy anatomical term for anything below the waist."
He guffawed, enjoying their sparring way too much. "You sure I haven't tempted you?"
She hesitated for a moment, before replying. "Maybe a little, but I really have to prep for tomorrow. I'm meeting with the head chef in thirty minutes to run through the dishes, then I'll need a few hours to go through my planning."
"Anything I can do to help?"
"Just bring the beefcake at eight sharp in the morning."
"Yes, ma'am."
"And Manny?"
"Yeah?"
"If I ever lose my mind and decide to give you a massage, I'll be starting at your very impressive gluteus maximus.”
― Nicola Marsh, The Man Ban

“He swallows, his throat bobbing. “And just so you’ve got it straight, I don’t regret last night, and I don’t regret when we were together the first time.â€�

My face grows impossibly hotter, and I tug at the hem of my dress.

“I regret I didn’t do it right when we were together the first time, but I’d do it again.�

He stops, and I think he’s done, but then he grins wickedly at me. “I have every intention of doing it again.”
― Cate C. Wells, Hitting the Wall

“Ryker smiled at me. “You learn quick—â€�

I cut him off. “If you call me grasshopper, I’m going to slug you.�

“P²¹»å²¹·É²¹²Ô.â€�

I shoved him. It was more like shoving a tree. He didn’t even flinch. “You’re such a nerd.�

“Geek, Millie. I’m a geek.� His lips twitched and it made me want to raise myself up on my tiptoes and kiss him.

I shot him a grin instead. “Only a nerd would know the difference.”
― E.M. Denning, Measure For Measure

“Baby, I can give you a better orgasm than this thing and it wouldn’t cost you a dime.”
― Bella Love, Bad Idea

“This is the main course," he declared. "Later, I'll provide dessert."
From the salacious gleam in his eye, she understood that he wasn't referring to food. "Do I get to pick my favorite?"
"With my avid assistance.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“How is it fair that you eat an entire breadbasket and still have abs, but I just get rounder?"
"Then keep eating, because you're round in all the right places.”
― Erin La Rosa, For Butter or Worse

“Could we go somewhere that's inside and not raining?" she asked. She kissed him again and tasted espresso.
"I have a place like that in mind." He gently pulled her hair as she bit his lower lip.
"And I have an idea of how to warm you up." She rubbed her thumb against the back of his neck.
"Don't tell me you have those nifty hand warmers." His hands spread across her rain-soaked back, and then slid down, down, down until they rested at the curve of her ass.
"What I have in mind will warm up more than just your hands," she eventually said.
"A heated blanket? I do love those.”
― Erin La Rosa, For Butter or Worse