Alex Winters > Quotes

“Dayton gave him another one of his withering gazes, those soft brown eyes roaming over his body and back again. He might have looked like a nerd, with those thick glasses and bony frame, but there was something more masculine about him than Boone had expected at first glance.”
― Alex Winters, Costume Capers

“Dash let him up for air, Quinn gasping as he admired the smattering of fresh tattoos up and down his lover’s long, sinewy arms and dotted across his chest and belly. Just beneath the soft white sheet, Dash sported a towering woody of his own.”
― Alex Winters, In Too Deep

“Seth tugged the tie suggestively, the knot giving with a buttery flutter of release that made Lyle gasp and flinch at the same time. “I know what you want, Lyle. I know exactly what you want. And I could give it to you just that way. The same way I’ve dominated all the men in my life. But… I’m tired of that. This is different. You and me? We’re different.”
― Alex Winters, Cubicle Cupid

“I just want him, period. As if I haven’t made that abundantly clear to him by now. I suppose I have. Either way, he leans into my hands, my caress, squirming beneath my touch as I inch closer, so close my zipper touches the back of his towel, my lips nuzzling first one ear, then the other, first one shoulder, then the next. He gasps and murmurs his approval, aching to turn and return the kiss but I still him with a slight squeeze and a playful, teasing growl.
“No, Ford. I’m not done bathing you yet…”
― Alex Winters, Storm Warning

“Stop,” Knox chuckled as he took Trevor’s place beneath the gently lapping shower spray. Trevor toweled himself off idly, absently, literally mesmerized at seeing Knox’s body again after so many years. He had filled out, gently, tenderly, in all the right places. Still tall and lean, he was more muscular than Trevor remembered, more masculine, if that was possible. He lifted his arms, gently powerful as if he’d been working out, and Trevor thrilled to see the gently robust tufts of soft brown hair under his arms, doused quickly with the shower spray and even sexier when wet.”
― Alex Winters, Adjoining Rooms

“Reed spread his arms again, as if to signify his near nakedness. “Do you see any paparazzi here, Tuck? I’m not wearing a wire, and where the hell would I hide a camera in this getup? It’s you, it’s me, it’s a pair of wet boxers. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Tucker sighed. The minute Reed suggested it, he knew he was going to strip down to his skivvies and slip quietly into the clear, tempting pool.”
― Alex Winters, Treading Water

“Quinn was everything Dash needed. Always had been, if only they’d been brave enough to do something, anything, about it back when it had mattered most. Before life got in the way and pulled them apart. Dash had thought it would be forever.”
― Alex Winters, In Too Deep

“When her lust was sated and his passion dwindled, she sank onto his chest, heart pounding as her arms instinctively wormed around his neck to draw him into an achingly tight embrace.”
― Alex Winters, A Very Merry Merger

“Parker stood near the pool, watching Logan drift onto the patio in all his young, radiant glory. Despite it being the last night of December, the southern air was muggy, complementing Logan’s pale, delicate features as he stood in a pair of khaki shorts and the same brown and blue striped rugby shirt he’d worn back at Soxers. The lights Parker had been stringing for the last two hours shone in his wide eyes, casting his guest in a most flattering glow.”
― Alex Winters, Boxers & Bubbly

“Owen raised his beer bottle, clinking it against Mason’s for an impromptu toast. They both sipped, long and deep, eyes shadowy and moist in the flickering candle flames. Outside the screen door beside them, nature sounds trilled in the air: rustling leaves, wobbly rockers creaking on the front porch, crickets chirping. It was all music to Mason’s ears, much the same way Owen’s dimples were a feast for his adoring eyeballs.”
― Alex Winters, Stroke of Luck

“Those legs of yours,” Colton murmured, close enough to drag a finger across both thighs in turn. Memphis shivered at the unexpected tenderness of his lover’s touch, every inch of his body flexing in the wake of those delicate fingertips. “They won’t stop fidgeting. And these hands…” He likewise drizzled his fingertips along the tops of Memphis’ digits. “They’re white-knuckled, Big Boy.”
― Alex Winters, Sweater Weather