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“There were only two things he was really good at. Riding bulls and satisfying women.
But Joss wasn’t just another woman to him. Deep in his bones he knew she was special.
She was the eight-second ride. The gold buckle.”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“She didn’t notice the partially fogged vanity mirror as she walked toward the bathroom, either—two thick fluffy towels in hand. Not until she was inside anyway and a pair of jeans and fringed leather chaps tossed carelessly over the edge of the vanity came into view.
She almost dropped the towels as she spun around.
“H±ð²â.â€�
The Dixie Chicks crooning, there’s your trouble, straight into her ear was a particularly ironic twist.”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“Thankfully he was wearing a towel—even if it was positioned sinfully low on his hips.
But that still left an awful lot to look at. An awful lot. Like the scattered droplets of water on his shoulders and chest and abs. And his nipples. Flat and brown and so evenly spaced she wanted to get out a ruler and measure them.
Or possibly use her tongue.”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“What do you want?â€� he whispered against the thick thud of her carotid pulse. “Tell me what you want, baby.â€�
No one had ever called her baby. The fact that it had come from a guy seven years her junior should have been ridiculous. But it wasn’t. It curled her toes.”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“If anyone had told Joss last week that she’d be dry humping a twenty-seven-year-old she’d met only five days prior in the bathroom of the loft above her garage, she’d have committed them for psychiatric evaluation. But here she was and she could not get enough.
Her body throbbed with need. Maybe she needed committing?”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“His jerky breath hit her system like a drug and she was in thrall. Of his potency. And hers. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to keep going, keep touching him like this until he lost control. She wanted to bring him to his knees, this cocky young guy who called her baby and made her want things she hadn’t even realized she’d been missing.”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“You’re driving me crazy.â€� His ragged words were barely louder than a whisper but wicked hot against her neck.
And he didn’t sound cocky or so sure of himself now. He sounded completely at her mercy.
Like he might just die if she stopped.”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“He cocked an eyebrow and Joss’s gaze was once again drawn to the white scar that slashed it in half. “You been Googling me?â€�
Joss’s cheeks warmed. “I needed to know I wasn’t letting an axe murderer into our house.”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“Sex makes people dumb.â€�
Joss laughed. Never had truer words been spoken. “That’s deep there, cowboy.�
“H±ð²â.â€� He grinned. “I have layers, you know.â€�
Oh yeah, he was a regular onion.”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“Do I look stupid to you? That thing is just plain crazy.â€�
“And when was the last time you did something crazy?�
Joss cocked an eyebrow. Was he kidding? “You have to ask?�
A slow lazy grin warmed his face. “That wasn’t crazy. That was hot.�
She rolled her eyes. He would say that, wouldn’t he? “My skirt.�
“Is long.� He dismissed it with a wave of his hand. “Too long to flash anything when you fall off.�
“When huh?�
He nodded. “When.�
“I’m more worried it might end up above my head.�
He laughed but stopped abruptly when she glared at him. “I promise I won’t look when you get tossed.�
Joss glanced around her at the full restaurant. “And what about the other hundred people in here?�
“Oh come on.� He affected an air of fake severity. “Good decent southern folk would surely avert their eyes from a lady in a state of undress.�
She snorted. Half the men in here would trample over their wives for a glimpse of panties.”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“Now, grip the bull tight with your thighs.â€� She dutifully tensed her thighs. “Not tense. Grip. Real hard with your whole thigh.â€� His voice dropped, his lips pressing in closer to her ear as he murmured, “I know you know how to do that.â€�
A surge of heat shot from her core. Didn’t he know she was having a hard enough time sitting on the damn thing as it was without sexual innuendo messing with her equilibrium? She shot him a don’t-make-me-get-off-this-thing look but gripped.
Hard.
“Atta girl,� he whispered.
Joss gritted her teeth. “Don’t push your luck, cowboy.”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“Think you can last eight seconds?â€�
Joss was one hundred percent, absolutely, positively certain that she would not. She was even more certain that she’d break something.
Unfortunately, nerves made her mouthy.
“Eight seconds, huh? I heard you rodeo guys had a short fuse. We have pills for that now you know?�
He laughed and his lips were suddenly close to her ear again. “I can go longer than eight seconds as you well know. But even if that were true, I promise you, doc, it’d be the best eight seconds of your life.�
Great. Now all she was going to think about while a piece of machinery spun and bucked beneath her was riding Troy in exactly the same way. Was it possible to have a mechanical-bull-induced orgasm?
That would be seriously embarrassing.
Certainly more than the good folk of Plainview would have expected from an innocent night out at the Bull Bar. There were children watching for the love of Mike.”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“She broke off the kiss again on a strangled gasp, staring at him, her chest heaving. “We’re not having sex here tonight.â€� Even as she said it, she rode his thigh harder. Troy’s eyes almost rolled back in his head at her barely leashed restraint, at the buck of hips that didn’t seem to buy the message her mouth was selling.
“Okay,â€� he agreed. If she chose to dry hump him all the way to orgasm beneath a billion stars he’d be in that.”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“I can’t have sex with you, Troy.â€�
“Yeah. You’ve mentioned it once or twice.�
She groaned again. “It’s just that…you’re so damn tempting.�
He grinned. At her conflict and the absurdity of it. As if they were teenagers who’d sworn a virginity pledge and had the purity rings to prove it. He rolled up on his side, supporting his head with his palm. “I’m sorry. For being so tempting.�
She snorted. “No you’re not.�
Troy laughed. “You’re right. I’m not.”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“I meant what I said about sex.â€�
His hand slid all the way up her leg, pushing what little skirt was still covering her out of the way, holding it in a bunch at her belly button. Her nudity was fully exposed to his gaze and he looked his fill, breathing out hard.
“Who said anything about sex?�
He leaned in, his mouth dropping to the pale slice of skin between where his hand held her skirt and the thatch of hair between her legs. She wasn’t trimmed as was the fashion among the women he usually took to his bed but Troy was not a fussy guy and here, under the stars, his head filling with the musky scent of her arousal, au naturel seemed fitting.
The ragged pant of her breathing stuttered into the air as he lazily stroked his tongue down.
Down. Down. Down.
She roused. Shifted. Raised herself up on her elbows, her abs tightening, her thighs tensing. “I think you’ll find that still counts,� she said, obviously throwing one last-ditch effort into denying herself the pleasure she so clearly craved.
He chuckled low, his warm breath fanning her belly, satisfied to feel gooseflesh stippling the soft skin. “If you think this is sex, you need to read some more textbooks, doc.”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“Lie back, baby. I’m about to fly you to the moon.”
― Amy Andrews, Troy

“Lacey.." If it was supposed to be a protest it was a weak one. It was more groan than warning”
― Amy Andrews, Some Girls Do

“You think I don't know that you're hard for me right now?”
― Amy Andrews, Some Girls Do

“If the man screwed like he kissed she was a goner”
― Amy Andrews, Some Girls Do

“There was just something so damn male about a man doing something with his hands. Something mechanical. Something sweaty. And dirty. Watching Coop in his natural environment was seriously turning her on.”
― Amy Andrews, Some Girls Do

“A woman really had no business looking that good in a man's hat”
― Amy Andrews, Some Girls Do

“Well? Get your suff. You're already late for the appointment or you want we should hug as well?"

Marcus snorted appreciating his brother's attempts to lighten the situation. "Not even if you suddenly morphed into Miss World.”
― Amy Andrews, Some Guys Need a Lot of Lovin'

“Considering I know what you look like naked and what you sound like when you come and what you taste like, I actually know very little about you.”
― Amy Andrews, Some Guys Need a Lot of Lovin'

“Juanita barely registered the cool fur of moss at her back before his hands had claimed her hips again and his lips were going in for the kill. And not her neck this time. He went straight for a nipple, his hot mouth closing over the taught, cold peak, pressing her into the rock with the force of his passion.”
― Amy Andrews, Some Guys Need a Lot of Lovin'

“What kind of place do I hang out in?"

"The kind of place where they boot scoot and line dance."

"You think I'm a cowboy?"

"Actually...I was going for bullrider."

"Well I do enjoy a long, hard ride so sure...lets go with that.”
― Amy Andrews, Some Guys Need a Lot of Lovin'

“Birthday sex is my speciality.”
― Amy Andrews, Some Guys Need a Lot of Lovin'