Sexy Quotes

And what if you try to kill me? Or worse: to kiss me?

Now turn around and go to sleep. I'm warning you that I plan to sleep with you in my arms all night long.

I think a man's "wordplay" can be so fucking sexy!!! I love a good mind fuck!!

The longer I lived, the longer it would be until I saw him alive again, until I could taste his new lips and run my fingers through his new hair. We could be young and beautiful again . . .

It's a good thing, right, when an author gets turned on by the dirty scenes they write?!

Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.

A man's love for a woman is not defined by his availability in bed, but by every ingredient he adds to improve the taste of the relationship.

Almost everybody gets tired and bored by one lackadaisical topic. If you hit them with something delicious, like a sexy adventure, then the world will want to hear you speak, mind you! Don't become a vulgarian.

Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely.

His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he says, "I think," he says, "my heart is going to explode," and I wish, more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever.

Because this.

This is everything.

I’m not a warrior or a goddess,” I said at last.

Adrian leaned closer. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re both.

I touch the tip of my finger to his lips. "There are secrets in here," I say. "I want them out."

He tries to bite my finger.

I steal it back.

My nails dug into his back, and he trailed his lips down the edge of my chin, down the center of my neck. He kept going until he reached the bottom of the dress’s V-neck. I let out a small gasp, and he kissed all around the neckline, just enough to tease.

Lift your hips for me, love.

No. Don't distract me with your sexy talk.

No matter how Beautiful something may seem to be. You do not know the Ugly that lurks inside.

Maybe I’m strange and perverse, but I’ve always thought there was something sexy about a compelling argument.

Okay, first of all, I didn’t sleep with you to make amends. I slept with you because I wanted to.”

He still didn’t say anything, and she pointed at him again. “And you know what? It was your own damn fault. It was those jeans you wear, and the tool belt. It was the size of your hammer!

Fuck me,” I whispered, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness.

My panties were still on but he didn’t let that stop him, nosing them out of the way and tonguing my sex, making low, growling noises in his throat like a big cat purring with pleasure while it devoured its prey.