The desperation in his voice was misplaced and as his eyes danced over my face I knew he was just as broken as I was. That kiss, those caresses—the feeling of his skin against mine...

Our lips connected and for one brief, amazing moment Dean melted into me. His hands trailed up my back, pulling my body closer. His lips were warm and soft, lingering against mine, and then suddenly…gone.

No day should be without romance

They did it quite a lot after that first encounter” … when Jill remembers first meeting the dashing Baron.

He was responsible for my peaks and valleys, the pulsating waves and earth-shattering releases. It didn’t matter if I was bound or not, whether we fucked or made love, he was in control. The reality...

I don’t want to be without you anymore. Somewhere in the middle of this fantasy world you created, I fell in love with you,” Aria said. – Excerpt from Camp Jameson.

I always wondered why I didn’t try to seduce you, since you’re so good-looking, more appealing than any woman.

Does he make you see stars?’ he asks in a low voice. ‘Does he call you his north star? Because that’s what you are to me. You’re the reason I made it home.

Something in Naja’s voice, in the roughness of his hands, made Arjin wonder if there might be some truth to the tales of Ansari devouring soft, young humans. The hunger and need he felt pouring...

And I’m happy to show you the rear view of my budgie smugglers—oh wait—you already saw it when you were checking out my ass.

He was just beautiful. She’d never known a man could be beautiful, but he definitely was.

Does he tell you that you’re allhe thinks about? Does he tell you that he lives for you?That he breathes for you? That he dreams of you everydamn moment, awake and asleep? Does he tell...

We talked about all the decades to come and how they would never be enough.

Then Ben’s mouth descended again and her thoughts, as fickle as tiny fish, swam out of her head. Gentle brushes of his lips turned into more insistent strokes of his mouth. Sexually frustrated widow or...

I was going to make him forget, too. He would forget every woman who came before me, every moment that I wasn’t a part of, every dream he had that didn’t include me. Starting now.

You look and sound like you could you use a stiff one.”–Mark Willburn

I was getting what I had always wanted, him wanting me.

We fell into each other’s arms and kissed like we were coming up for air after being underwater for days. The melding of our mouths was sweeter than oxygen. We took huge, deep gulps of...

Here’s the thing about falling for someone who’s already given up; there’s no promise of tomorrow. There aren’t any words of comfort that can be said, no glimpse of a positive change. Every moment, every...

You’ve got to admit that you live at the center of a vortex that seems to funnel nothing but trouble your way.” ~FBI Special Agent Clive Poole to Maggie Mae Castro

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.

She rages through my blood, is etched in my alma, and fused to my corazon.” quote Ricardo Emmanuel De La Cruz.Hot & Enchanting, De La Cruz Saga

When you touch a man’s body, he will enjoy the moment, when you touch a man’s heart he will remember it forever.

My task is set before me, girl My mission clear and true There’ll be black knights and dragons, girl But I will always come for you…

Horeb bent over me and ran his hand down my neck, not stopping when his fingers reached my chest. I jerked backward. “What are you doing?”His eyes were black and intense. “A little taste before...

He would reach for me in the middle of the night, nearly every single night, wrapping one of those solid arms around my waist and pulling me in close. So. Close.

There was a war between them, between love and the right thing to do, and it kept assaulting them, kept keeping them apart.

Without a torch, I stumbled along the paths. The night was dismal. A partial moon hovered bitter and white on the horizon. It was the perfect night for murder.

He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.

One night of sin with Jack. No commitment. No promises. Just hot, sweaty, headboard-banging sex.Jeana E. Mann. Intoxicated (Kindle Locations 828-829).

cook your own dinner and suck your own dick.

I don’t think that science and the paranormal have to be at war; in fact, it’s crucial that they work together. It seems naïve to believe that the world is exactly as it seems.

I want to hear you say it,” I say, pushing her hair from her eyes. She sighs and I can’t hold back any longer. I stroke her cheek with my hand and lean in to...

If I don’t want you to join me, I won’t tell you I’m gonna shower. ’Cause, then, what would be the fucking point?

When we can’t understand the science behind something in this world, we make up mythological entities that we can relate to. We personify the forces of nature that mystify us, using our boundless imaginations to...

It’s a slow sultry song. She opens her mouth and what comes out can only be described as dripping with sex. The climax of the song comes and the college boys are cat calling her...