Sexy Quotes - Page 2

She didn't want soft and gentle. She needed his rough possession, claiming her, branding her, taking her in a firestorm of heat and flame that would end the world around them, leaving them nothing but ashes, clean and fierce and forever welded together.

Baby, where we're going, you won't need a shirt.

I looked at him like a stranger, someone I’d never seen before, and he looked at me like I’d been lost to him for a thousand years and finally found.

Perhaps I was being picky, but I really didn’t think being able to spell orgasm without being spotted a vowel was asking too much.

We were a galaxy exploding into a million pieces, creating a whole new world, as we crashed against each other on the soft surface of his mattress, a cloud in the darkness, our bodies finally falling together like rain.

If I were being honest with myself, he lit a blaze, not just a blush, but that’s too much reality for me to admit.

My knees were weak but he held me with one hand, guiding me with the motion of his hips. I was completely his to do with what he wanted and he knew it.

We are only victims if we allow ourselves to be.

What Hans had intended to end at a simple kiss quickly escalated into something neither one of them seemed able to stop.

We tangle and merge. Love and let go. No one will ever know her like I do. I’ve touched every inch of skin. I’ve explored every part of her being. I love her shy when I pull her to my hips, my lap. I love her present uncertainty for things she knows how to do so fucking good. I love her pink flushed skin all over.

He was so much more than she had expected. More than a delicious body and a smile that came out of nowhere to light up the darkness of this hopeless place.

I'm sorry, I really did want to talk to you." His free hand went to her face and cupped her cheek.
Something tightened pleasantly in her belly. "Just talk?" she breathed.
He nodded, but used their clasped hands to pull her closer to him.
She raised her head and met his eyes, a storm of blue and green. She smirked. "That's a shame.

Gretchen," Clint said, his voice full of the same luscious agony Gretchen felt building inside of her. "I'm going to kiss you."
He was giving her one last chance to back out, to push him away. That was not going to happen.
Her mouth twisted with amusement. "Not if I kiss you first.

I want to have an affair.

We made love... and sushi.

Oh, Pet. How you fascinate me.

I have something I need to get off my chest.”
“What’s that?”
“This.” He closed his mouth over hers.

You can't cover up the swagger of a cowboy.

You do bad things to me, Carrie,” he grinned, “Very bad things.

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