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“He recovered quickly, reaching out to touch a few outstretched hands, melting the front row of girls like one long stick of butter as he moved closer toward me.”
― Emme Rollins, Dear Rockstar

“She felt him smile against her neck and bit down, the sensation sending shivers through her. “Bad girl. If you keep doing that, I’ll have you stripped and on your back before you can blink.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Waking for Winter

“She’s beautiful.

Her responsiveness is intoxicating.

I have to have this woman.”
― D.L. Hess, Sir: The Awakening

“Dallas Bines. Dallicious Bines would be a more fitting name.”
― Veronica Blade, From Fame to Shame

“I trace the lines of the tattoo on his chest---two tigers facing off with symbols and words. "I thought you didn't like cats. When did you get this?"
"Oh, I love cats. Just not my mother's," he says. "As for the tattoo, I think I told you that I practice mixed martial arts. I got this one when my family lived in Thailand, setting up one of the resorts, when I was eighteen and practicing Muay Thai. This design has traditional symbols of Sak Yant---twin tigers, five lines, nine peaks, and eight directions, all deeply rooted in ancient Buddhist and Hindu practices and representing forces like power, strength, fearlessness, protection, and wealth."
"You definitely have all those attributes," I say, enraptured by the design and the softness of his skin. Everything about him is so sensual---from his lips to his toes and whatever he's hiding under the towel.”
― Samantha Verant, The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique

“You get this look on your face when you’re turned on. I intend to put that look on your face as often as possible.”
― Sylvia Day, Bared to You

“She couldn't tear herself away from his beautiful face, his furred chest, his tight trousers. As usual, the top buttons were unfastened, and her gaze was held captive by the male mysteries buried below.
How she craved to see him in the altogether! To run her hands across that marvelous torso! To massage and caress as he permitted his other paramours to indulge themselves on a regular basis!”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“She was a lucky, lucky woman. Scrumptious brown skin she couldn’t wait to taste. Soft swirls of black hair covered hard pecs. The hair tapered in the most intriguing way into a line that went down his well-defined abs to his waist.
She’d given her compliments to the chef earlier. But if good, healthy cooking led to those abs, she hadn’t given the woman her due enough. Her mouth watered with the desire to follow his happy trail to the promised land with her mouth. Soon. Very soon.”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“He. Is. Exquisite.
If there ever was a perfect male form, I'm certain it's him. It's clear he works out, given the cut of his body and the hard lines that drag across his light-tan skin. But it's more than that. It's the ruggedness that his body exudes. The gold-brown hair that runs along the center of his chest and down his stomach, the curly hair dotting his tree-trunk thighs and calves, the spicy smell of his cologne.”
― Sarah Echavarre Smith, The Boy With the Bookstore

“Snooping?" asks Charles with a soft growl, and I jump in surprise.
"No, no, no," I say with embarrassment, pointing to the photos. "Just looking at the pictures on the walls." My throat catches as I survey his wet body, glistening with water droplets, wearing nothing but a towel. I look away and fiddle with his T-shirt that I'm still wearing. "Why? Do you have something to hide?"
"I'll tell you all my deepest and darkest secrets.”
― Samantha Verant, The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique

“Were those gold flecks in his warm brown eyes or was it just the glitter of ill intent? Was that a smile or a smirk on his handsome face? Was the devil-may-care attitude masking something more sinister? And were those jeans molded to his narrow hips for ease of running away? Or to entice a sex-starved candy store employee who couldn't remember the last time she'd had a hookup?”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist

“If I'd thought he was gorgeous in the dark and rain, he was breathtaking in the light of day, taller, broader, his jaw more defined. He'd even had a shave. His eyes, now that I could see them clearly, were a kaleidoscope of buttered chocolate and golden caramel, the color shifting to green when he smiled.”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist

“If it all goes wrong, a wise-cracking, irreverent-but-devilishly handsome archaeologist with a wry, witty, and sarcastic sense of humor and a fear of snakes won't be swooping in to save us."
"Ladies." As if on cue, Jack joined us at the table. He was wearing a perfectly fitted gray button-down shirt beneath his leather jacket, a pair of vintage jeans that hugged his hips, and brown Blundstones that had seen better days. On another man, the look might have been too casual. On him, it was thirst trap sexy.
"He's just missing the hat and the whip”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist