Guys like him? They were the worst kind. All looks and no heart. Guys not like him? They were all deceiving, freaking asshats.

Fizz had a phrase for those manic occasions when you scaled every final peak, fell off the other side and passed out. Mightysatiety. The oblivion of maximum pleasure.

I’m going to love fucking you, Ella…” – Jonathan di Luca

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,”...

I want you in my bed. Underneath me, on top of me, bent over…fuck, we’re going to invent new ways for me to have you. ~Vince

What I should have done ten years ago.” ~ Preston, A Perfect Moment

His eyes twinkled mischievously as he gazed at me with that look that always made me melt: as if I were edible and he could barely restrain himself from taking a bite.

He was so stark and male and beautiful that she hungered for him. Physically, to be sure. But also from someplace even more intimate, someplace where heart and soul melded into a yearning so strong,...

It has nothing to do with Paris and everything to do with my raw sexuality, baby. I’m fucking irresistible,” he growls just before he shoves his tongue down my throat. I can’t argue with that.

The curve of her smile, the curve of the small of her back, the curve of her laugh, everything about her makes me want to be more well-rounded.

Watching Abby own my brothers–hand after hand was turning me on. I’d never seen a woman so sexy in my life, and this one happened to be my girlfriend.-pg 257/ARC

I have fun being sexy and tough at the same time.

Oh, for God’s sake,” I said. “Just give me the stupid thing.” I took the panic button and stuck it into my Super Sexy Miracle Bra. “GPS,” Ranger said to Morelli. “Probably I can find...

Writing is my dream. From romance to dragons; fairies to fantasy worlds, this is where I live and play. Thanks be to God!

Despite the gentlemanly kiss, a ferocity burned behind his gaze promising something primal.

There was a multitude of sexual scenarios, from asimple one-on-one couple fucking like bunnies to anoutright orgy with no less than eight people joined likeLEGOs.

Her mouth was on his with such ferocity, it knocked him back a step. He managed to haul her back so he could gasp for air and answers. “Not that I’m complaining.” “Then don’t. Shut...

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

like an unrelenting jackhammer on a defenseless city street.

There weren’t any promises of a future life together, either, but he didn’t need to live like a monk anymore. Two years was more than enough time for soul-searching and penance. As long as Laney...

Grant kissed my neck that I offered up like a willing victim in True Blood. Take me… Bite me. Lick me. Oh this was madness! Glorious, wonderful madness!” -JulieFrom: A New Addiction

His chuckle was low and soft against my earlobe. I think it’s more like ‘what wouldn’t I do for you?

Vin is sweet and hard, gentle and tough all at once. And it thrills me that he’s mine.

I’m warning you, that jacket is sexy. The Institute could go up in sexy, sexy flames.

I live for sex. I celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it, with every fibre of my being. I can see no better reason for being alive.

Everything that’s sexy — mussed hair, straps that fall off the shoulder, a sweaty glow on the face — is a bit askew, yes, but touchable.

Hmmm, good isn’t fun, but I’ll try,” he whispers to me. ~ The Light Tamer

I’m too exhausted to kick your ass. Drop my hair. You know better.

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

If looks could kill” too literally. The French have a word for sexy murderesses. Well, they probably have such a word, but since I don’t speak French, I can’t tell you what it is.

I’m talking to you in bed at one in the morning. How mad can I be?”I picture him there, in what, flannel pajamas? Underwear? Nothing at all?

I’m fifteen and I feel like girl my age are under a lot of pressure that boys are not under. I know I am smart, I know I am kind and funny, and I know...

No amount of wavy blond hair nor evenings spent with her plump lips applying just the right amount of pressure to his various pleasure points could make up for the rotting carcass of a soul...

Love Rocks The De La Cruz’s World

So hologram means–” I finally said.”It means non-corporeal, yeah. Which sucks seeing as how there are a lot of very corporeal things I’d like to do with you right now.

I took off my clothes and lay down on my stomach in bed. Then I wrapped your silk panties around my hand and fucked them.

Quiet, little Loner, while I figure out what to do with you.

Everything melts away. All that I know is this kiss; all that I feel is his lips pressing into mine. I become dizzy from want, need, and the lack of oxygen. Our lips, our bodies,...

Some women don’t care what you can do for them. They care about what you could make of them in the inside.

It’s hot out there.” I prowl toward her, pulling off my shirt. I maybe flex my abs a little- anything for my girl.

The sexiest thing in the entire world is being really smart. And being thoughtful. And being generous. Everything else is crap! I promise you! It’s just crap that people try to sell to you to...

I like to feel sexy. I know my husband thinks I’m sexy. I think he is too. But I don’t go out half-naked with ‘sex’ written across my back.

Once I had a wild fling on an otherwise boring weekend holiday in Edinburgh, with a guy I met who turned out to be a psychiatrist. He agreed with me, after hours and hours of...

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...

Would a suit of armor make women feel as invincible as a sexy pair of shoes?

I’ll flick a penny to the dirt, and if I see one on the ground I won’t pick it up. So why is .99 cents so much sexier than a dollar?

I don’t want to talk, either,” that mouth said very seriously. And then he lowered his head and kissed her.

After he tipped his hat and left, Jillian watched him stride down the hallway. Yeah, Big-brotherly overprotection aside, fortysomething looked good on the police captain from this view, too.

When he remembered, his indrawn breath pulled her scent into his mouth, coating his tongue with her taste. He swallowed that delicious flavor as his heartbeat sped.

I am tired of being used, hurt, and cast aside. It is my turn to use. My turn to hurt.