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Tyler. His handsome, lion-eyed ravagement. His capacity for devotion. Which is so sexy. Why do so many gay men lack that? Why are they so distracted, so in love with the idea of more and more and then more, again?
— Michael Cunningham, The Snow Queen
In third grade I thought I loved her - by sixth grade, I was sure of it
— Emma Chase, Overruled
Handsome hero wanted.Brave in the face of certain danger.Must be willing to get naked with other species.At least six-inch penis required.Fee is negotiable.
— James   Cox, Handsome Hero Wanted
I don't want to dig him or his sexy self. But I keep losing my clothes when I'm with him.
— Jill Shalvis, Then Came You
His attention felt more like an irrepressible gravitational pull than mere interest.
— Blakely Bennett, Bittersweet Deceit
We broke up in eighth grade when Tara-Mae Forrester offered to let me touch her boobs. And I did.
— Emma Chase, Overruled
The Kiss. It seemed like more than a kiss. It felt more like alchemy.
— Blakely Bennett, Bittersweet Deceit
I had a dream that I had brown hair…I woke up and ran to the mirror…Phew! I’m still a blonde.
— Starley Ard, Dreaming is for lovers
The bonding ceremony is a walk through our peers, a family member or friend usually leads those to be bonded down that path with a white laced leash.”“You want me to wear a collar!” He placed a hand around his neck instinctively.Lorn lifted a dark eyebrow. “The leash doesn't go around your neck.” He glanced between Kallen’s legs.
— James   Cox, A Need for Heroes
I don't want complicated. I don't want forever. I just want simple. No strings.I'm offering you exactly what you want. No-strings, no-shame, no-limits, no-complications, wicked-good sex. Complete with a agreed-upon end date, a vow of secrecy, and an eight-thousand-mile anti-stalking guarantee when it's over.
— Skye Jordan, Ricochet
No, you don’t get to touch yourself in my car.”“Why not?” It wasn’t a whine, it wasn’t. My voice was too deep to whine. It was more of a… whoan. Or something. I couldn’t think.“Three reasons. One, I don’t want to get into an accident trying to keep my eyes on you. Two, if I got into an accident, or if we were pulled over for indecent exposure, the mood killing would be the least of our problems. Three,” and here it was, the tone I loved, that I could barely wait for even though I knew I wasn’t going to like what he had to say, “for the rest of the night, that’s mine. Don’t touch it.
— Cari Z., Making It Work
Dressed to strip?’'You know—expensive clothes that feel good in your hands while you take them off him.
— Roberta Pearce, The Value of Vulnerability
The man had one of those dark, deep voices, the kind that made men listen and women shed their clothing.
— Alexandra Martin, Siren's Call
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, our souls, have always fit perfectly together—like two pieces of a puzzle.Alexia GrantMore Layers
— T.L. Alexander, More Layers
Hush baby,I got you. No more talking.
— Christy Pastore, Fifteen Weekends
Any woman would have to be dead not to be attracted to the walking mass of sexy that was Erik MacGregor.
— Michelle M. Pillow, Love Potions
Red may be bold on lips....but I prefer mine naked, without enhancement, so you know exactly what you are getting
— Ladyaslan
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.
— Julie Miller, Takedown
Fin," she whispered. "What do you need?" He covered her hand, right there in her lap, then let go quickly and dipped his head to try to meet her downcast eyes. He smelled so good--like intrigue and dubious morality. It sent a delicious shiver down her arms.
— Lauren Christopher, The Red Bikini
I think you still love me,’ he says, ‘even though you don’t want to.’I glare at him, fury battling my instincts.‘Because that kind of love, Jessa,’ Kit continues, ‘doesn’t just disappear. It doesn’t just fade. I still love you. I’ll always love you. And I think you feel the same way about me. And hell, I know I don’t deserve it. I know all I deserve is your hatred. But if there’s a chance, a single chance that you might still love me, then I’m not going to throw it away. Because I’ve been through hell and you’re the only reason I’m still standing.’ He pauses. ‘So tell me the truth. Do you love him?
— Mila Gray, Come Back to Me
He peppers kisses all over my face. “It’s like… I breathe you babe. There is no other way to explain it.
— Chantal Fernando, Dragon's Lair
There was no question to answer. He would rather die with er than live a single day more without her.
— Jackie Williams, Delicious Desires
Wyatt should’ve looked ridiculous sitting on the floor, leaning into the crate makingkissykiss noises at the cat, but he didn’t. He looked … mouthwatering. “Hey, sweet thing,” he said in a low cajoling voice. “Come on out. I’ll gonna love you up, I promise. You know you want some of that.”“Oh, please,” Emily said on a laugh to cover up the fact that her bones melted at thesound of him. “That’s never going to work—“But hell if the cat didn’t shift ever so slightly closer to Wyatt and sniff at him.Wyatt flashed both Sweetie and Emily a smile. “Aw, that’s it,” he crooned to thesuspicious, wary cat. “Come on, baby girl, all the way. I’ll be good to you, I promise.”Emily laughed again, even as she felt her nipples tighten. She crossed her arms over herchest. “Honestly, Wyatt, no selfrespecting female – cat or woman – is going to—
— Jill Shalvis, Then Came You
Miss Greene, when I said, "not here" I meant not on the couch.
— Christy Pastore, Fifteen Weekends
Shhh, no more talking Em, Ethan whispered.
— Christy Pastore, Fifteen Weekends
She wasn’t all over me because of some bad-boy fetish or because she wanted to be arm candy for Eastside’s resident badass. For the first time in my life, someone looked at me and saw…me.
— Anne  Hansen, Finally Mine
I want her to leave me because I’m scared shitless that I’ll never be the man she sees when she looks at me with all that love and trust in her eyes. My biggest fear is failing her, and I can’t see any way to prevent that from happening.
— Anne  Hansen, Finally Mine
I grip Colin harder, kissing him longer, unwilling to let him go. This is what I want; this is what I’ve wanted since his damn phone interrupted us this morning, his mouth, his body claiming mine. I’m on fire, every muscle in my body attuned to his, my groin clenching with delicious need. When the voices grow louder his hold loosens. “Don’t stop, please,” I beg into his mouth. Diving into me once more his tongue slays me, erases every thought of the outside world until the passion has left us breathless and we have to break away if only to live.
— Elizabeth  Miller, Midnight, A McKenna Chronicle
Vin is sweet and hard, gentle and tough all at once. And it thrills me that he’s mine.
— Anne  Hansen, Finally Mine
One man's deviance is other man's lunch break.
— Jenn Bennett, Bitter Spirits
I grip Colin harder, kissing him longer, unwilling to let him go. This is what I want; this is what I’ve wanted since his damn phone interrupted us this morning, his mouth, his body claiming mine. I’m on fire, every muscle in my body attuned to his, my groin clenching with delicious need. When the voices grow louder his hold loosens. “Don’t stop, please,” I beg into his mouth. Diving into me once more his tongue slays me, erases every thought of the outside world until the passion has left us breathless and we have to break away if only to live. His forehead presses to mine as we gasp together, the cold air barely cooling the heat raging between us. -Midnight, A McKenna Chronicle
— Elizabeth Miller
Sionnach smiled in the way of the falsely modest and added, "Forgive me for not standing, but I can't find the energy just yet."the answering heat flare was enough to raise the temperature in the cave, enough to explain the fine sheen of sweat on Sionnach's body. It wasn't comfortable, but it was useful at hiding the truth. He waited as Keenan's gaze took in the candles, the glasses beside the bed, and the fact that Sionnach was seemingly naked. There were moments in every faery's life that were too perfect to have been planned, and Sionnach was having just such a moment as he reclined in Rika's bed grinning while the faery who had caused such upheaval in Rika's life—and in their desert—very obviously misinterpreted the clues.
— Melissa Marr, Desert Tales
Quit looking at me like that or I swear I’m going to spank that pretty little mouth of yours with my lips,” said Jack in a tone only Kate could hear.
— Cary West, The Taming
Here.” He spread his legs wider and patted the floor between them. “You’ll be warmer, and I promise I won’t grope you or anything.”Yes, because getting groped by a handsome, charming man hours after getting dumped by a workaholic iceberg was such a repulsive notion.
— Meg  Maguire, Thank You for Riding
The first time I tongue you into coming, it’s going to be an apology. The second time will be a reward for waiting.” He fell to his knees and took his first intoxicating taste of Lucy. A growl worked its way free of his chest. “The third time is going to be because I fucking love to hear you scream.
— Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim
I want to come all over you. I want to mark you as mine, so that every wolf in the pack knows who you belong to. ”- Wolf Shifter Ryker Black
— Kara Swynn, Bound By Her Scent
I’m going to bury myself so deep inside of you it’ll leave you feeling hollow when I’m not with you. ~Vince
— Vi Keeland, Worth the Chance
You call that begging? Oh, Kitten, you can do better than that...
— Jeaniene Frost, Home for the Holidays
Ransom?” She struggled to sit up. “What are you do—?” He laid his tongue to her core. “Oh.” She flopped back against the bed. “Oh.” God, she was sweet. Sweet and pink and musky and Izzy.
— Tessa Dare, Romancing the Duke
Soon, Liv,” he mutters between impatient kisses when we come up for air. “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
— Vi Keeland, Worth the Chance
Seems where you’re concerned nothing is easy, so no, I’m not making this easy when everything about you makes me hard.” I sucked in sharply at that blatant sexual reference, and swear I felt my nipples get hard.“Jack, I—
— C.P. Smith, A Reason to Breathe
Erm…I don’t know maybe for kissing me and tasting so damn delicious, maybe for holding my hand in public, maybe for looking far too hot in that sexy, snug tee when you should just be looking like Jo’s little brother. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I chose the much more sophisticated reaction of scowling, hard. I would have kicked him again, but I was convinced he’d moved his legs out of the way. Coward.” ~ Ella, A Perfect Moment
— Becca Lee, A Perfect Moment
Don't be scared to be intelligent. Knowledge is sexy and powerful.
— Ziad K. Abdelnour
Would you like me to tell you what I did last night when I got hom
— Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble
Amy let him lead her to the dance area. She gasped when he immediately tugged her body against his. Clearly Erik had not learned the dance rules taught at St. Francis High School. He didn’t leave room for air, much less a holy presence.
— Ana Blaze, Love and Other Games
Saxon and I had no business even attempting any type of relationship with each other. We were gunpowder and one hell of a spark, and I wasn't about to test our combustibility.
— Liz Reinhardt, Junk Miles
If your age is on the clock, get read for my cock.
— Will Carroll
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
— Valerie Alexander
I'm too sexy for a grocery store. John Carter Quinn
— Leigh James, Liberty At Last
-Do you want to posses my body?-"I want to do many things to your body but that's not one of them
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush
Shane was just leaving, too.”“What?” he c
— Devon Ashley, Waiting On My Reason
Honestly, he'd said more perverted things to my face. To my boobs. Did he really think he was school-ing me in being sexy right now?Really? You're completely unimpressed?Zzzzzzzzzzz, I wrote back.
— Christina Lauren, Beautiful Player
Here I was just thinking all these wonderful things about you and now you’re trying to strip down before we can have sex.”His hands casually held in the air, he explained, “I was hot.” “It’s seventy degrees in he
— Devon Ashley, Waiting On My Reason
It's hard to believe someone who walks around commanding so much attention with his acute cockiness, hard muscles, and tattoos would ever let someone like me bring him to his knees-and make no mistake, I bring him to his knees. I bring him to his knees, hard.
— Skyla Madi, Too Consumed
Well then..." I clear my throat once. "You are a fantastic actor," I say, breathless, and emotionally drugged up on Mr. Sexdorable.
— Brittainy C. Cherry, Our Totally, Ridiculous, Made-up Christmas Relationship
I can’t do this anymore if it’s not with you. Fuck me straight to hell." ~Eve to Beckett
— Debra Anastasia
Quiet, little Loner, while I figure out what to do with you.
— Skye Callahan, Bound and Unbroken
Is talking the only thing you can do with your mouth?"Seven flicked a look up. "No.""Good.
— Adrienne Wilder, Seven
Ethan’s jaw dropped. Again he had underestimated her. Abruptly, he fought down a smile. “I don’t know whether to kiss you or arrest you.” She smiled up at him and again Ethan thought her lips were entirely too close to his. “You should kiss me,” she said, stunning him even more. “I guarantee it will be a lot more pleasant than arresting me...for both of us.
— Kathryn Loch, Sworn to Protect
I’m never opposed to sexual favors as payment.” He wrapped her ponytail around his fist, leaning close to her ear.  “I’m too exhausted to kick your ass. Drop my hair. You know better.
— Debra Anastasia
Hey, suit guy!" The man bellowed. Chris bit back the urge to yell. He turned, expecting to be confronted by a hand held out for money. What he saw was a pair of enormous eyes, the same color as the spring sky, set in a face with high cheekbones and a delicate chiseled jaw. The man's short, spiked hair was dyed a vibrant purple, making his creamy pale skin glow. Letting his gaze shift downward in a sudden still silence, Chris took in the sleek, sculpted muscles under the snug green t-shirt, the faded jeans molded to slim hips and thighs. He'd never in his life's seen anyone so beautiful.
— Ally Blue, Love's Evolution
She was wearing a dark-red swimsuit consisting of two small triangles up above and a mere suggestion of something down below. If she took everything off, Dill thought, she would look a lot less naked.
— Ross Thomas, Briarpatch
It's too soon, too fast. We don't even know each other." "Says who?" Ethan demanded. "Who decides how long it should take? Who makes the rules?" Erica shrugged because she really didn't know it just seemed like common sense. He put his index finger under her chin and swept his thumb just under her lower lip. "I do know you." He whispered. "I know you love chocolate and hate roses. I know you are kind and compassionate and generous. I know you feed the homeless and the stray cat that lives behind your apartment. I know you are a hopeless romantic. You are fiercely loyal." His eyes took on a mischievous glint. "I know you are ticklish; I know what makes you moan; I know what makes you squirm." He kissed her softly. "I know when I am with you I don't want to be anywhere else." He kissed her again and this time she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Their tongues tangled in a duel that left her breathless.
— Melissa Hale, Morning After
So,” I said, steadying my breath. “Do you still believe it is the ocean that entices the moon?”“I know it does,” he said, seductively…temptingly.I turned to face him. “Well,” I said, playfully. “I still think it’s the lure of the moon that pulls them together. That poor ocean never stood a chance against that irresistible moon.
— Nicole Gulla, The Lure of the Moon
Her honey-blonde hair is strewn across her face as she sways her head. She’s working a red sequined bikini separated by a tan, flat stomach, and a butterfly tattoo resting on her left hip. Her legs are clad in black fishnets that run into a pair of white-heeled boots—still a knockout.
— Kevin James Moore, The Go-Go Girl
You know what’s really, powerfully sexy? A sense of humor. A taste for adventure. A healthy glow. Hips to grab on to. Openness. Confidence. Humility. Appetite. Intuition. … Smart-ass comebacks. Presence. A quick wit. Dirty jokes told by an innocent-looking lady. … A storyteller. A genius. A doctor. A new mother. A woman who realizes how beautiful she is.
— Courtney E. Martin
Don't tempt fate.’‘My fate? I already know it and I have it in front of me.’ He put an arm around me and pulled me to his lips.‘I haven't said “yes” yet.’‘No need. I know what the answer is.
— Debra Strattford, Worthless
Putting his mouth close to her ear, he said, “I’m going to ride you raw, baby, but you won’t care. It’s going to feel so good, all you’ll be able to think about is getting me back inside you. Keeping me here, packed up tight and deep, screwing into you so hard you go hoarse from your screams . . .
— Rhyannon Byrd, Take Me Under
Robert, what are you doing? I'm cooking.’‘I like to thank the chef for the excellent food.’‘But surely that is done at the end of the meal.’‘What a good idea, I'll thank you later … as it should be done.
— Debra Strattford, Worthless
I walked with a sexy, confident walk, just like Bambi on his first walk.
— C.S.  James, Blue Ice
Ah, lass, you're looking at my cock like you want tae give it a suck.
— Kresley Cole Macrieve
Vladimir stood next to one of the beams on the back porch of our new home, leaning on his back. He reached in his pocket and grabbed a pack of cigarettes, Marlboro Reds which were his favorites, and he lit one up. He was dressed all in black; black skinny jeans, black studded belt, black tennis shoes, black v neck shirt and he had the hood of his black jacket up over his head. He looked cool and collected, and somewhat villainous.” -Nina Jean Slack, Once Lost, Forever Found (Vol. #1)
— Nina Jean Slack, Once Lost, Forever Found
Listen to me, Elizabeth Darcy," he growled huskily, "You are mine! I forbid you to dream of any other but me." He punctuated his intense words with firm presses of his arousal into her pelvis. She moaned and writhed with the pleasurable sensations arising and struggled to free her captive arms,but he held her fast. He moved his lips along her neck and shoulders, tenderly nibbling and sucking
— Sharon Lathan, Mr. & Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy: Two Shall Become One
You look and sound like you could you use a stiff one."--Mark Willburn
— Madison Sevier, Anything You Want
Shh, kitten,” he whispered in English once more, nuzzling her temple, mouth open and hot against her ear. “Trust me.” His palms curved beneath her breasts, lifting them as his blunt fingertips tweaked her nipples expertly enough to have slickness gathering between her clenched thighs. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever touched. Une ange, bébé.” Hegroaned quietly as he caught her earlobe between his teeth. “Je t’adore,” he muttered, thrusting against her backside.
— Edie Harris, The Corrupt Comte
And on the point-zero-five percent chance that I do lose, it'll get her on my bike, spreading her legs to straddle the leather and steel. No matter how much I've stuck to my self-imposed rule of "no chicks on the bike," that alone might be worth the small risk.
— Angeline Kace, Wicked Thing
If he didn't want to be mauled by a sex-starved woman who hadn't gotten any skin in months, he'd better keep his hands to himself.
— Jody Wallace, The Whole Truth
The candle’s flame washed her in a sensual bath of pulsating light, and Hans became entranced by the soft glow upon her skin.
— Nicki Elson, Hans & Greta: a Twisted Fairy Tale Novella
Darlin’, you can’t tell me your ex wasn’t adventurous and not expect me to see it as a challenge.
— Leah Braemel, Slow Ride Home
Oh God, I’ve unleashed a monster, haven’t I?”“Nope. Just a red-blooded man, darlin’.
— Leah Braemel, Slow Ride Home
I want this girl. I want her for my own. End of story. The world can fuck off for all I care. She’s mine.
— Kendall Ryan, The Impact of You
Got a pair just like those. Never seen 'em lookin' like that though." "Like what?" Sauntering away from her, I smirked. "Sexy as fuck.
— Lola Stark, Tattered Love
Well, I can hardly lick champagne off your dazzling personality, now can I?
— Mora Early, Twisted Arrangement
I’m not trying to make you cry. I’m trying to make you see. You’re just like the colorful sky, Lilla, this beautiful creation, forgotten. Hidden wonders unseen, by those who don’t bother to look any longer. I look. I can see them.
— Pella Grace, Knock Love Out
A man’s bank balance is the new penis size.
— Mokokoma Mokhonoana
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 was close enough to touch, to breath in, to taste like his goddamn last meal, he would take whatever she offered and not ask any questions about what it might cost him when she inevitably left.
— Zoe York, What Once Was Perfect
You could make any man forget his years. When I saw you arrive in your lovely dress, I was conquered. If you don’t wish to dance anymore perhaps we could chat?”- David Walton
— Barry  Gray, The Revenge of Esther Norman The Complete First Series
Shit, who the hell am I kidding? Ronin Flynn's hands on my ass feel spectacular.
— J.A. Huss
Don't be coy, Joshua. No matter how much money the other men here have, they can't buy what you've gotten for free.
— Mora Early, Twisted Arrangement
She'd just had the best sex of her life, with an ex-boyfriend she'd spent the last decade pretending didn't exist, in his adorable half-finished, renovating-by-himself one room schoolhouse. Unsettled wouldn't even begin to describe how Laney should be feeling, and it didn't matter, because how she actually felt was pretty damn good.
— Zoe York, What Once Was Perfect
What were you saying about the way I smell?" "It's like hot testosterone on a fuckin' cracker, sprinkled with cinnamon." ~Mariss
— Tyffani Clark Kemp, The Man Without Rules
Just then Jagger walks in, his hair all ruffled and his body hard and firm. We all stop talking and stare as he runs his hands through his hair in an attempt to straighten it up.“Take a picture ladies, it lasts longer.” he mutters
— Bec Botefuhr, Dark Passion
Who am I, Joshua? Name me.
— Mora Early, Twisted Arrangement
Fort somehow turned the symbol of nerdiness into a visual aphrodisiac—Spanish fly in the form of solid black frames.
— Shirin Dubbin, To the Fifth Power
I think he fucked me stupid"- McKenzie Matthews- Being Beckett's
— P.S. Berryman
If you're signing up all the pretty girls in Alden, I want to join too," Max told Christy."We aren't taking men," she explained.He cocked his eyebrow. "What? We aren't sensitive enough for your kind of literature?"Christy turned to Annie and both broke into laughter. Annie leaned closer to Max and whispered, "We are talking cliterature here."His roguish smile was breathtaking. "Oh clits and chicks, I can handle that," he answered with a wink, his eyes glittering with laughter.
— Elle Aycart, Inked Ever After
Friends, huh?” She shook Vincent's hand, but lingered with Peter, giving him a sexy smile. She quickly took in his blond-haired good looks. “If I had a friend like you, I'm not sure I would ever leave the house,” she continued, her voice slightly hoarse and extremely sexy.
— Rose Wynters, Curvaceous Condemnation
Pity.""You're serious? You just met me.""And already I have a strong urge to devour you.
— Christina Lauren, Beautiful Stranger
I'm warning you, that jacket is sexy. The Institute could go up in sexy, sexy flames.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
Oh, trust me, sugar, having your tight, naked ass cradled against my dick was damn alluring.” He steps closer to me and tips my chin up with his fingers. “But I wouldn’t take advantage of you when you don’t have your wits about you. When I take you, you’ll know exactly what we’re doing, what you’re feeling, and I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name.”Holy fucking hell.
— Kristen Proby, Play with Me
Please, Sir, make it hurt.
— Ella Dominguez, The Art of Domination
As if reading her mind, he leaned into her again, pupils dark, irises glowing like a forest caught in the last rays of sun before dusk… “Do you want me to make you come?”“Is that a trick question?
— Dianna Hardy, Cry Of The Wolf
I had come to the conclusion that everyone took sex far too seriously. I mean, it's only sex.
— Chloe Thurlow, The Secret Life of Girls
Jesus, you never fail to surprise me, baby.” He’s supporting the heavy bike, and us, with his strong legs braced on either side. He reaches between us and rips my yoga pants at the seam of my crotch. Holy fucking shit! My panties are next, and before I know it, he’s lowered the waist of his pants and is filling me.
— Kristen Proby, Fight with Me
Oh, god…” I whimper. “I haven’t done anything yet, baby,” Colton growls. “I know,” I pant. “I was just saying your name.
— Jasinda Wilder, Falling into You
Guys like him? They were the worst kind. All looks and no heart. Guys not like him? They were all deceiving, freaking asshats.
— Rucy Ban
What is it about Paris that I just can’t keep my hands off of you?” I ask him in between kisses.“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 th
— Ella Dominguez, The Art of Control
I doubt your Argonaut kin would approve of that,” she managed. “They didn’t much like me being in your realm.”“They’ll just have to get used to it. Some things in life are more important than duty and honor.”Gods, how she wished that were true. “Nothing in life is more important than duty and honor, Titus.”He cradled her face in his hands again. “You are.”That was it. All she could take. A desperate need to be close to him one last time overwhelmed every thought and action. She pressed her mouth to his. Kissed him hard. Gasped when his arms closed around her waist with the strength of a vise. Lost herself in the sweet taste of his tongue stroking urgently across hers.“I want you,” she whispered against his lips. Desperation clawed at her soul.She pressed her lips to his again, opened, licked into his mouth. Warmth, wetness, hunger caressed her tongue in an erotic dance. She trailed one hand down his bare chest, over the waistband of his pants.
— Elisabeth Naughton, Bound
We can go somewhere more private if you’d like… Buck” I whisper softly in his ear, pulling back almost as slowly as the wicked grin spreads across my face. His perverse smile hides nothing. I have him now, hook, line and zipper.
— Dennis Sharpe, Blood & Spirits
What if I say no?""I keep asking till the only option is yes. I always win, Ms. Payne.
— Mercy Cortez, Jagged Edge
I pulled him in and kissed back, and he threw his hands through my hair, his tongue licking hard over mine, picked me up by my thighs and wrapped them around him, he had a leather couch in his office and he threw me onto it, he quickly yanked his tie off and ripped his shirt off. I lay on the sofa looking over his sculpted chest, his deep pecks his hard abs, he came at me and grabbed my hair, he pulled it back exposing my throat, he kissed from my jaw down to my collarbone.
— Mercy Cortez
She stared stupidly into his eyes, thinking about how very much she’d like to make that noise again…with him.
— Nicki Elson, Divine Temptation
valor is sexy.
— Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
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.
— Maya Banks, Sweet Persuasion
I see the beginning, I see the end. And in the middle I just hope I don't fall on my ass to much
— Shehanne Moore, The Unraveling of Lady Fury
He eyed me curiously, his eyes fluttering over my breasts, and I swallowed, knowing he was thinking things he shouldn't. His tongue snuck between his lips and lightly darted to moisten them. I heard what sounded like a moan before he moved his left hand from under the table. He tried to rest his palm on my resting hand but I inched away. I looked at his hand, and noticed the shading of where his wedding ring used to go... My mind caught up - used to? Where was it?
— Mercy Cortez, Never Ever After: Angel
He laughed, a low, sexy growl, as she moaned in obvious frustration. “Patience is a virtue,” he said. “Torture is a federal offense,” she replied.
— Carla Cassidy, Scene of the Crime: Deadman's Bluff
Fifty minutes, huh?” he muttered. “Too long?” she managed with a teasing smile, knowing she longer had the strength to turn him away. She wanted Dalton to make love to her again. Needed him to. He arched a brow. “You questioning my stamina?” Laughing softly, she reached for his shirt, pulling him to her. “Not on your life. I know better. I was just thinking that for a man who spent years perfecting the eight second ride, fifty minutes might be quite a stretch.” Threading his fingers through her hair, he looked down at her. “The stretching part is no longer in question. Hell, much longer and it’s gonna take a crow bar to get me out of these jeans.” “Then what are you waiting for?
— Lindsey Brookes, Kidnapped Cowboy
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
— Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster
Oh yeah," Zane says and smirks at me. "I had her for dinner once. Best meal of my life.
— Nicole Christie, Falling for the Ghost of You
The problem isn't that I'm uncomfortable with it, the problem is that I want it!" I yelled. It was official; I'd lost it. Oh well, I wasn't known for having a long fuse. "Are you happy? Jesus. You say something like that and then expect me to just be whatever about it. That's like teasing someone with a giant red velvet cake and then putting it in one of those glass rotating desert thingies." I wasn't my most eloquent at the moment."Does this mean I'm the cake?""Shut up, it was a metaphor.""So you want me?"So much it hurt. "Yes," I whispered. "Right now?""Yes.""Oh." Now he was the one who sounded nervous. "It's just... a surprise.""I told you I would entertain the idea.""I know. I just didn't think you'd be so enthusiastic so soon.""Hunter, I'm a virgin. Not a nun."He didn't talk for a moment."That was the sexiest thing you've ever said. God, why do you do this to me?
— Chelsea M. Cameron, My Favorite Mistake
Dr. Webber rolled her eyes, unimpressed with my timing, and probably a little irritated with my lack of materials. I winked, and the slightest smile touched her lips.
— Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster
I'd never wanted to consume another body as rabidly as I did when he was inside me, but even like this, I could never seem to get close enough to the parts of him I wanted to feel. And it was with that thought in my mind that the delicious ratcheting tension along my skin and in my belly crystallized into an ache so heavy I slipped my legs off his shoulders, pulling all of his weight on top of me and pleading, "Please, please, please," over and over.
— Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bastard
I wanted to. You look beautiful wearing my heart.
— Tina Reber, Love Unscripted
I turned to face him, knowing in him, I'd find the temporary cure. "Do you want to fuck it out?" Braden smiled slowly, bemused, causing another twist of attraction in my gut. "Fuck it out?""All the bullshit. What she did. What he did. Every soulless bitch that wanted something from you"His expression changed immediately, becoming hard, unfathomable, as he took a step towards me. "Are you saying you don't want anything from me?""I want this. I want our arrangement. I want you..." I sucked in a breath, feeling my control slip. "... to fuck it out of me.
— Samantha Young, On Dublin Street
Emerson lifts his head. His eyes are two dark pools of desire, a clouded night’s sky. He catches his breath a moment, unsteady, and then drops a kiss on my lips. Sweet. Almost tender. I barely have time to take it in before he grabs my shoulder and spins me around, pushing me so my bare chest is slammed up into the wall, my cheek pressed against the cold concrete. I gasp, my heart skipping with the thrill. I can feel him up against me, a solid wall of muscle trapping me in place, the hard ridge of him pressed against the small of my back. I can’t move, or see the expression on his face, only hear the hoarse groan Emerson sounds as he twists a handful of my hair and yanks it to one side, kissing a searing trail along the curve of my neck.I whimper, bound and powerless against him, and oh God, loving every minute of it.
— Melody Grace, Unbroken
And Sarah still looked like the sexiest librarian on earth, which is as those of you who frequent libraries know means very sexy indeed, but with that added owlish touch that drives you wild.
— Kim Stanley Robinson, Escape From Kathmandu
She's a slinky sort of person, no angles at all; and magnetic - you can't take your eyes off her. She's dressed like a Westerner, but her eyes have a slant to them. They are the eyes of an Easterner. She doesn't walk like our women do, she seems to writhe all in one piece - undulates is the word. ("Kiss Of The Cobra")
— Cornell Woolrich, The Fantastic Stories of Cornell Woolrich
Sex had always been at the top of her favorite-things list, but this desire-this total, all-encompassing need-was something else entirely.
— Bella Andre, Love Me
He was really having a hard time with this. He was not a seductive kind of guy, and if he tried to be sexy, he was going to sound like Romeo, the porn version.
— Erin McCarthy, Heiress for Hire
He paused for a minute and I could feel him trembling. “I love you,” he whispered against my skin and then his teeth, broke through.
— Kristen Middleton, Blur
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?
— Jeannine Garsee, The Unquiet
That sounded sweet enough to almost be intelligent, but it was chauvinistic as hell.
— Missy Lyons, Alien Promise
When she comes down to supper I don't like her any better; in fact, a hell of a lot less. She's put on a shiny dress, all fishscales, like this was still India or the boat. On her head she's put a sort of beaded cap that fits close-like a hood. A mottled green-and-black thing that gleams dully in the candlelight. Not a hair shows below it, you can't tell whether she's a woman or what the devil she is. Right in front, above her forehead, there's a sort of question-mark worked into it, in darker beads. You can't be sure what it is, but it's shaped like a question mark. ("Kiss of the Cobra")
— Cornell Woolrich, The Fantastic Stories of Cornell Woolrich
The one luxury that I'll never give up is men.
— Carolyn Roehme
She listened to silence. Except the birds. The waves. A few voices in the distance. She would not turn to him. He had to come to her. He HAD to come to her.
— Ella M. Kaye, Pier Lights
…the door banged wide open, and the most striking man I had ever seen stood in the frame, the black winds whipping around him like a chariot of storm clouds.
— Heather Heffner, Year of the Wolf
Oh, this is going to be fun; he actually thinks he's teaching me something.
— J.A. Redmerski, The Edge of Never
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.
— Amy Plum, Die for Me
If you can fix a problem with money, it's not really a problem.
— Kim Kardashian
You are unbelievably sexy.
— Cora Carmack, Losing It
She pulled away from Eric's grasp, knelt before Brian and looked up at him."Let me suck you off," she said. "Please.
— Olivia Cunning, Backstage Pass
I'm going to be fit and slim and beautiful. I'm going on a diet as of today.""Why? You've always said that looks don't matter and women only diet for men and life is obsessed with the superificial.""Yes, I know, but then I thought, hey wouldn't it be fun to be sexy?
— Melissa Nathan, Pride, Prejudice and Jasmin Field
It was like my uterus was tapping out a happy dance on the rest of my organs. God, I was dying the longest, most tortuous, and arousing death in the history of the world.
— Cora Carmack
Come on, Princess," he called to the bench, and Carlotta bounced up. She was wide like the rest of them, but no man could fairly say she was too wide. The most that could be said was that she did not have much further to go before she would have to start squeezing it in and strapping it up, which she clearly did not do now. She let it hang where it was, and it did very nicely by itself. As she passed among the boys they looked her over with unconcealed envy, as though they knew she had something they didn't have but were not quite sure what it was. One thing was certain, she got more exercise than they did.The next to be noticed were her braids, they hung forward over her terrain, ignoring as much as possible her contours, like two shiny black meridianal lines demarking her longitudes as far down as the equator. It was not hard to imagine oneself spending a long lifetime on that bare little island alone, with no plan or ambition, too overcome with the heat to continue on south to the pole, far less return to the continents. Nothing productive could ever be accomplished there, but there would be comfort such as few men have known, there would be torpor. The body swelled with such thoughts, the mind shrank from them, and the longing eyes traveled finally up north, to where those meridians came together at a point above a bland white area vaguely charted, with few landmarks, no doubt sparsely inhabited. There the imagination halted.
— Douglas Woolf, Wall to Wall
You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Ronan," Noah said, "I have a super bad feeling.""It's called being dead," Ronan replied.
— Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves
It seems as if Americans like to be the center of attention even after they're dead.
— Hidekaz Himaruya, Hetalia: Axis Powers, Vol. 2
All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one...
— Stephen King, The Dark Tower
I didn't know what to say to her - I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.
— John Green
He's looking at the wall and at the floor and at the bedsheets and at the way his knuckles look when he clenches his fist but no not at me he won't look at me and his next words are so, so soft. "Because they're dead, love. They're all dead.
— Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me
It is important not to turn the dead into saints. Nobody can walk in the shadow of a saint.
— Jojo Moyes, After You
Don't worry, goat boy. The milkman is dead.
— Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth
Nice. I like a little desperation ina guy. It builds character.
— Stacey Kade, Queen of the Dead
Only the forgotten are truly dead.
— Tess Gerritsen, The Sinner
More than anything, I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someonewho might have loved you back but can't due to deadness, and then I leaned forward, my forehead against the back of Takumi's headrest, and Icried, whimpering, and I didn't even feel sadness so much as pain.
— John Green, Looking for Alaska
The living are made of nothing but flaws. The dead, with each passing day in the afterlife, become more and more impeccable to those who remain earthbound.
— Anna Godbersen, Splendor
I'm alive but I have no life. I'm alive but also dead. I'm dead and alive.
— Dean Koontz, Dead and Alive
Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.
— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
as they die, the ones we love, we lose our witnesses, our watchers, those who know and understand the tiny little meaningless patterns, those words drawn in water with a stick. And there is nothing left but the endless flow.
— Anne Rice
Clearly the Old One had the capacity to kill - or easily deliver some sort of final ending that sounded remarkably like death.
— Garth Nix, Mister Monday
The dead are often known to eat 27 and 53
— David Almond, Skellig
By then she was dead. In fact, she may have been dead a while ago. Physically, several seconds ago, mentally, ages ago.
— Koushun Takami, Battle Royale
The dead live." "How do they live?" "By love.
— John Fowles, The Magus
He just summoned the dead with coke and cheeseburgers
— Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth
The idea began to sink in, more than it ever had, that I might be crazy, in the traditional sense of the word. That I might be, forever and ever amen, a Crazy Person. That's what we'd suspected all along, what I'd been working so hard to disprove, what might be true. I preferred, by far, being dead.
— Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia
Do you recall Fred Merriville?”She stared at him. “Fred Merriville? Pray, what has he to say to anything?”“The poor fellow has nothing to say: he’s dead, alas!
— Georgette Heyer, Frederica
Why is it, I wondered, that old people are always so self-centered and excitable? But I just smiled benignly and stood back, comforted by the thought that soon they would be dead.
— Bill Bryson, The Lost Continent: Travels in Small Town America
For the dead, who seem to take away so much, really take with them nothing that is ours.
— E.M. Forster, Where Angels Fear to Tread
There was less than I’d expected in the rainy-day fund that Mom had kept in the bottom of an underwear drawer in a panty hose egg labeled ‘DEAD SPIDERS.’ As if I hadn’t always known it was there. As if I wouldn’t want to look at dead spiders.
— Adam Rex
Good by-aye!" she chanted, my American sweet immortal dead love; for she is dead and immortal if you are reading this.
— Vladimir Nabokov
I drag the body out into the snowdrifts, as far away from our shack as I can muster. I put her in a thicket of trees, where the green seems to still have a voice in the branches, and try not to think about the beasts that’ll soon be gathering. There’s no way of burying her; the ground is a solid rock of ice beneath us.I kneel beside her and want desperately to weep. My throat tightens and my head aches. Everything hurts inside. But I have no way of releasing it. I’m locked up and hard as stone.“I’m sorry, Mamma,” I whisper to the shell in front of me. I take her hand. It could belong to a glass doll. There’s no life there anymore. So I gather rocks, one by one, and set them over her, trying my best to protect her from the birds, the beasts, keep her safe as much as I can now. I pile the dark stones gently on her stomach, her arms, and over her face, until she becomes one with the mountain. I stand and study my work, feeling like the rocks are on me instead, then I leave the body for the forest and ice.
— Rachel A. Marks, Winter Rose
The dead think they can get away with anything because you'll feel sorry for them. If you play cards with the dead, make sure you deal and don't let them buy you drinks. They'll slip you a formaldehyde roofie and pry the gold fillings out of your teeth.
— Richard Kadrey, Kill the Dead
Granny looked up at the zombie. He was - or, technically, had been - a tall, handsome man. He still was, only now he looked like someone who had walked through a room full of cobwebs.'What's your name, dead man?' she said.
— Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
And won’t he grow up to be the healthiest of young men, all because she kept him safe? Ready for the world. Ready to one day conquer it. To travel. Get on a train. Go to work. Get blown out of her life.Maybe she should be having that glass of wine and cigarette after all.
— Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
None of the dead come back. But some stay.
— John of Patmos
I woke up dead.Not only dead...but in hell.I had always been somewhat sketchy on what the afterlife - were there actually such a thing - would be like for a person such as I. From all accounts and all my imaginings, I figured it would be one of two things. Either I would be surrounded by great, burning masses that were endlessly immolating souls in torment... or else I would find myself trapped within my own mind as a helpless bystander, condemned to watching me live out my life over and over again and powerless to do anything to change any of it. When idle speculation prompted me to dwell on these two options, I would find myself drawn invariably to the former, since the later was just too hideous to contemplate....I was almost afraid to open my eyes, because once I did, I would know one way or the other. Perhaps I could have just lain there forever. Perhaps I was supposed to. Perhaps that was my true condemnation: to simply reside in hell with my eyes closed afraid of opening them lest matters deteriorate even further than they already had. This, in turn, made me dwell on the fact that every time I had believed things couldn’t get worse, they promptly had done so with almost gleeful enthusiasm .
— Peter David, The Woad to Wuin
You cannot do anything good for a dead man! Whatever goodness you want to do for him, do it when he is alive!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
There. My ears are all dead. Now you try."Three times I repeated the movements she'd made. Slowly, carefully, but nothing left me with the impression that my ears had died. The wine was rapidly circulating through my system."I do believe that my ears aren't dying properly, " I said, disappointed.She shook her head. "That's okay. If your ears don't need to die, there's nothing wrong with them not dying.
— Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase
Does it help?” he asks. “The e-mailing.”She nods. “A tiny bit. It’s strange. You’re writing a letter to someone who’s never going to read it, so it kind of frees you up a bit.
— Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Here it is necessary briefly to consider the question of the cult of ancestors before venturing farther. The spirits of the departed are believed to be possessed of supernatural powers which they did not enjoy in the flesh. They may also be dissatisfied or malignant in consequence of being suddenly deprived of life, and if they are neglected by the living, are apt to be revengeful. Therefore they must be cajoled and propitiated. Fear of beings belonging to a mysterious state or sphere of which he knew nothing continually haunted and terrified primitive man and induced in him what is known as" the dread of the sacred." It was every man's personal duty to attend to the demands or requirements of his deceased ancestors. At first he would succour his own immediate forebears with food and gifts; but it must have been borne in upon him that when his parents joined the great majority, the care of the spirits of their parents likewise devolved upon him... and, by degrees, he might even come to regard himself as responsible for the well-being of a line of spirit ancestors of quite formidable genealogy. These, through his neglect, might starve in their tombs; or, alternatively, they might crave his company. Because of vengeance or loneliness they might send disease upon him, for the savage almost invariably believes illness to be brought about by the action of jealous or neglected ancestors. The loneliness of the spirit-world is the dead man's greatest excuse for desiring the company of his descendants.
— Lewis Spence, British Fairy Origins
Yet a mysterious gate lay open within her shadow
—  and all my flesh was aware of black pathways and hovels and the silence one observes when the dead are near.
Tonight the thoughts of the dead are turning back to the earth.
— Joë Bousquet
Before Elijah could raise a nation from the dead, he raised just one dead child.
— Lou Engle
There is nothing so actively alive as the dead.
— Jessie Douglas Kerruish, The Undying Monster: A Tale of the Fifth Dimension
It is perhaps rather fine, after all, being dead. Highly underrated in the modern western world.
— Ali Smith, Autumn
Do you want to stick needles in the living or scalpels in the dead?
— Alice Broadway, Ink