Sexy Talk Quotes

“I don't force women to my bed, Danica." I shivered. Something about going back to the use of my full name had my skin tight, my breath bated at the sight of his feral grin. "They come willingly, and begging."
"And is that something you want?" I was playing a dangerous game, egging on an actual dragon. A lesser shifter would have pounced on the teasing, the taunting between us, long ago. Not Ryker; he had all the time and patience in the world to play the games I'd been playing with him.
"I can unveil the mark tonight if you want, but we both know it's already there between us. Everything after that can come as slowly as you need it to; in the end I already know you'll find your way to me as it was intended. I offer you my everything, Dani. My wings, my strength, my soul."
He leaned down, his lips pulled into an amused curve as he rumbled in my ear. "My cock, if you think you're ready to cross that line and have me fuck you until you forget your own name.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Never took you for someone so naughty."
"Looks can be deceiving."
"Ah, such a fucking smart mouth."
"Face it, you love my smart mouth."
"Hmm..."
"What?"
"Just thinking about all the things I want to do to that smart mouth."
Her breath hitches in her throat. "You---"
"Tell me what I'm thinking right now. If you guess right, maybe we'll make it happen."
Eden's face fills with heat, her heart pounding in her chest. Her brain is about to melt. There are so many possibilities, so many scenarios. But one look from him, and she's a goner. Her tongue is a twisted knot. The fire pooling in the pit of her stomach has her unraveling at the seams. Alexander might have just broken her.
Alexander can sense her struggle and chuckles, tenderly kissing her cheek. "What are you being so shy for? You started it, sweetheart. Come on, venture a guess."
"What if I guess wrong?"
"I doubt you will." He presses his forehead to hers, the tips of their noses bumping up against one another. "Say it," he whispers against her lips. "Say it."
"I think..." Eden takes a deep but shaky breath. "I think you want to fuck me."
"Among other things."
She looks deep into his eyes and reads him like a book. "I think you want to fuck me hard. And then soft. All night, and then all morning. On my back. On my knees. You want to taste me. You want me to taste you."
"I think you want me to make you beg," he says, still soft and only loud enough for her alone to hear. "You want to be taken against a wall. In my bed. On the fucking floor. You want me to make you tremble. You want to be fucked so good, your voice gives out. You want to feel sore in the morning. Isn't that right, Eden?"
"Yes," she gasps, the word bubbling past her lips without a second thought.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“I want to punish you, honey. Clearly count each time. If you make it to ten, you'll be rewarded; if you ask me to stop, you'll apologize on your knees.”
― Lana Mikel, Temporary Truce

“I'll be back before you miss me."
"I doubt that," she murmured with a doting smile, then he leaned down and kissed her good-bye.
Kate slid her arms around his neck and made sure to give him a kiss intended to bring him home soon. Neither of them paid any mind to the guards and servants passing here and there; Rohan wrapped his arms around her waist and claimed her lips with unabashed passion, his warm, clever mouth slanting over hers.
She was breathless when he slowly ended it.
"Hurry back," she whispered. "I'll be waiting for you."
"Mmm." He ran his hands down the sides of her waist as he held her in a smoldering gaze.
Kate gave him a knowing half smile.
As he reluctantly released her from his embrace, she trailed a mischievous fingertip down his chest as he pulled away. "Perhaps I'll go exploring and see if I can't find my way to your bedchamber."
"Damn, you make it hard to leave." With a lusty glance at her wetted lips, he gave her a wink”
― Gaelen Foley, My Dangerous Duke

“Carolina walked over to the private deck and turned on the Jacuzzi, the bubbles starting to bounce in the water.
Enrique followed her and brushed his hand through the water. "That looks nice, but I don't have a swimsuit."
"Neither do I," she said with a smile. She held his gaze as her sundress fell to her toes. She was standing there in nothing but the new bra and panties and heels he'd purchased at the store. The yellow lace barely covered her nipples, and the thong accentuated her perfect ass.
Enrique wanted to fuck her against the hot tub until she screamed his name. But again, he reminded himself that he needed to go slow.
"You sure? I can run down to the gift shop and buy us swimsuits."
She shook her head. "No, Enrique. I just don't want to hold back anymore, I want you." She unhooked her bra and took off her panties, revealing dark curls between her legs. The sight of this beautiful naked woman caused his cock to spring to attention.
She carefully slipped out of her shoes, stepped into the tub, and sat down.
He'd assumed she would be shy, but apparently that girl was gone.
Well then! Enrique stripped down, his cock at full attention. Her mouth opened at the sight of his naked body. He grinned and then slipped into the bubbles and sat next to her.
Enrique was about to kiss her when she straddled his thighs.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.
She kissed him. "I'm sure."
"Carolina... you're so beautiful."
He kissed her neck, and she tossed back her hair. His cock was pressed up against her soft belly. He so desperately wanted to be inside of her.
Her hands rubbed all over his body, and she hesitantly touched his throbbing cock underwater. Her delicate fingers felt incredible with the current from the jets.
Her nipples were glistening from the water, and he sucked on one. She moaned as he touched her pussy, sliding a finger inside of her while thumbing her clit. God, she was tight.
"Enrique. That feels so good."
He smirked. "You haven't seen anything yet." He lifted her to sit on the edge of the tub, spreading her legs as he knelt on the seat inside.
She shook her head and closed her legs. "Oh, I don't know if I'll like that."
He laughed. "Yeah, you will."
She bit her lower lip. "Do you like doing it?"
"Babe, I've been dying to eat your pussy since I met you."
Her jaw dropped and her cheeks seemed redder, but maybe that was from the heat of the spa. "Enrique! That mouth!"
He grinned. "My dirty mouth speaks the truth. Now spread your legs and relax."
She cautiously opened her legs.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“His hands dropped down to her thighs. He kissed her belly, and then blew kisses in between her legs. She experienced nothing but pleasure as he made her body sing.
He licked her like he had the other night, and she gasped. She clutched his hair. He touched her bud and stroked her. It felt amazing, and she wanted him to lick her forever, but she didn't know if she was being selfish. She hadn't done anything to pleasure him.
She sat up and pulled him next to her. "You don't have to do that again. We can just have sex. Or I can try to do it to you, though I don't know how to."
"Babe, sex isn't just about penetration. I want to please you. I love this. You taste so damn sweet. I want you to enjoy yourself and do anything that feels good. I want you to come in my mouth again."
"Enrique!" she gasped, her cheeks turning red as she was laughing. She had never talked freely about sex. And she loved how open he was being with her.
He smiled. "You're mine now. And I think you're sexy as hell. I'm going to tell you every chance I get--- how much I want you, how badly I wanted to touch you from the second I saw you. How you have the most incredible plump ass. How much I want to eat your pussy."
She exhaled. "I've never seen myself as sexy or attractive. But you... you're a god." She rubbed her hand down his abs and stroked his cock. "I've fantasized about this since I met you."
He grinned and kissed her neck. "I can pretty much guarantee not as much as I have. Now relax, babe."
He kissed her back down to her belly, and in between her thighs. Sweet heat. He licked her pussy and her breath quickened. Her moans came rapidly. He rubbed her nipples with his free hand as she clutched the sheets, writhing against his tongue. She looked down at Enrique, who was settled between her legs, lapping at her as if she were his oasis in the middle of the fields.
She took a deep breath and did exactly as he said.
Relax.
As she loosened up, pressure built between her legs and waves of pleasure washed over her. Her chest heaved. "Enrique. That feels really good."
He grinned. "I'm going to make you feel even better."
He rubbed her clit. She felt as if she was going to explode.
"That's it, baby. Come for me."
Carolina closed her eyes and let go. The intensity pulsed through her as her body shook and ecstasy took over. "Ah, Enrique!”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“You and Garcia aren't---"
"No. I'm a one-man kind of woman."
"And this one man..." His eyes lit up. Hopeful. Intent. "What's he like?"
"He's brave." I pressed a kiss to his forehead. "He's strong." Another kiss, this one on his cheek. "Funny and sarcastic." Kisses down his jaw despite the bristles. "Selfless." A kiss on the corner of his lips. "Loyal and honorable." Another kiss on the cheek. "A team player."
Jack gave a satisfied rumble. "He's always worked alone."
"Not anymore." I brushed his hair back from his face. "No one wanted to be left behind when it came time to save him. Everyone wanted to help. He was part of a team, and the team looks after each other."
"How is he in bed?" His voice dropped to a sensual rumble.
"Incredible."
"The best you ever had?"
"I wouldn't want him to get too cocky."
Jack laughed. "He's cocky now.”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist

“Her delicate, nimble fingers stroked across his stomach muscles. He sucked in a breath, words deserting him. She pushed his shirt up his chest, her hands immediately going back to sweeping across his stomach, sending heat streaking through him.
"Ooh, someone's been working out. You feel so good," she murmured. "I bet you taste even better."
"Sloane." Instead of the semi-warning tone he was going for, his voice broke off in a quiver as she lowered her mouth.
The first touch of her lips on his abdomen sent his pulse skyrocketing. "I was right. You taste so good." She lifted her glittering eyes. "Let me play."
This was her party. She was feeling good. He wanted to flip their bodies and taste every inch of her body, but she wanted this. And he wanted whatever she wanted. He nodded, since talking was beyond him at the moment. He sat up to whip his shirt over his head, then returned to his prone position. He was immediately rewarded with her mouth on his neck.
"You have the best Adam's apple," she murmured. "I've lusted after it for over a decade."
His laughter turned into a moan when her lips and hands continued exploring. "The veins in your forearms turn me on," she whispered. "I command you to wear dress shirts every day and then as soon as you see me, roll up your sleeves very slowly, so I can lust after them in public."
"Got it.”
― Jamie Wesley, A Legend in the Baking

“Big words," she said in mock fear.
"I'm a big guy." He didn't stop until reaching the rung just below her, his body caging her in and showing her just how big he was.
She looked at him over her shoulder, and he realized he could look into those beautiful brown eyes forever. "Is this where you show me your moves?"
"One of them." He captured her lips in a kiss that ended with her moaning. "The rest will be added to my list, since none of them can be fully appreciated while balancing on a ladder."
"You have a list?"
"Started it after our first meeting," he said, sliding his hands over hers to take the string of lights, loving how she shivered at the simple contact. "It's getting pretty big."
She leaned back against him. "Your list or..."
"Both," he whispered in her ear, then gave her ass a playful swat. "Now climb on up so we can get these hung and move on to dinner."
"And the list."
"Definitely the list.”
― Marina Adair, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“No, he only fed off me. That's why he was so hard to fight; he's fueled by whatever is in my blood. But his bite had, uh, side effects."
Ryker grunted, knowing full well what I was talking about. A frustrated sigh escaped me as I tilted my head back, willing the cool air to take some of this heat from me.
"Do you need help taking care of it?" Ryker asked. His tone was surprisingly serious, no playful hints or innuendos marring his offer. I must have had a puzzled look on my face, because he elaborated. "I'm not going to fuck you tonight, Dani. When I take you, it's going to be because you begged me for it, not because another man forced this on you."
My lips parted as I stared at Ryker. If he'd wanted to cool me down, his words had the opposite effect. Now all I could picture was finding out just what he kept under that worn pair of jeans. Preferably, I'd be back in a black cotton dress and not Mina's club-wear, and there wouldn't be a vampire after me. But the picture Ryker just painted? I wanted that.
My thighs pressed together. I could feel the wetness on my skin. "Fucking hell," I groaned out, gritting my teeth. "No, Ryker. I'd rather let it wear off with time. I'm not going to get off on something Apollo started."
The glint in Ryker's eyes was filled with hungry appreciation. Satisfaction was dripping in his voice as he reached out and cupped my chin. "Good girl; I can promise your efforts to wait will be well rewarded."
Another needy sound keened from my throat. "Bastard.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Ryker wrapped his arms around my middle and stood up, scooping me off my feet. "But I'm sure we can handle a shower and some sleep."
"Put me down, Ryker! I need to grab clothes and towels," I said.
"I prefer neither." A familiar, assholeish grin plastered across his face as he carried us to Dad's room and the only shower in the apartment.
"I'm not walking around naked in Dad's apartment. That will have to wait until..."
Until. Until what? What was I saying?
Ryker, the bastard, caught me in my words all too quickly.
"Until what, Dani?" he asked with that damned smirk and the fucking sexy rumble in his voice. And the way his eyes were eating me up, even though we were both covered in dirt and soot.
Ryker set me down on the bathroom floor. "It will have to wait until we're alone," I said. "Truly alone, not here."
I focused on turning on the hot water. Ryker hooked his thumbs in the top of my shorts and began to slide them off me.
"Ryker, not helping," I grumbled, fighting the smile trying to creep onto my lips.
"Unless you intend to wear them in the shower, I think I am."
Even though he was behind me I could see his smug grin pretty clearly in my head. I swatted his hand away.
"No, Ryker," I said, turning to face him. "Bad dragon."
He kept smiling but narrowed his eyes as he leaned down to whisper in my ear.
"You can shower in peace, firecracker. I'll let you sleep, and eat, and I'll take this vampire pain in our ass. But after all of this has settled, I'm taking you deep into the Siberian plain and I'm going to fuck you until you don't know what to do with yourself.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Are you planning to take any more measurements? Usually when a woman spends that much time staring at my ass, I buy her a few drinks and invite her to my hotel room to get naked."
Mortified, I stood and entered his measurements into the online form. "It would take more than a few drinks to get me naked in your hotel room."
His smile broadened. Seriously, nothing seemed to faze this guy. He could take whatever I threw at him and gave it right back. "How many?"
"You wouldn't be able to keep up." I'd been blessed with a fast metabolism and a high alcohol tolerance. Not one of my brothers could outlast me when it came to drinking games.
"You complicate my life when you say things like that," he said. "I'd appreciate it if you could be less interesting.”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist

“Are you a part of an off-the-books organization that steals necklaces and seduces candy store clerks?"
"Were you seduced?" He pulled on his helmet and buckled the strap beneath his chin.
"I will be once I feel the thrum of the motor between my thighs." I put on the helmet and his voice faded to a dull muffle.
"I thought that had already happened."
"Are you cracking jokes at such a serious moment?" I asked. "This is my first time."
"I promise to be gentle.”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist

“You are so fucking sexy when you're bossing people around," Jack said, nuzzling my neck as he pulled me behind an azalea bush. "Have you ever done it outdoors?"
"Didn't last night count?" We'd sneaked up to the roof of Jack's hotel for a little loving beneath the stars.
"There were no trees or bushes, no flowers or grass. I want you naked in the hellebore moaning my name." He pulled me into his chest, squeezing me so hard, my breath came out in a huff.
"Jack, you know how much I love sexy times with you. But I've got a minister to ordain, a wedding to run, a heist to plan, a necklace to steal, and a bride to kidnap. I can't juggle any more balls.”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist

“And there's that big ego again, filling the room."
"That's not the only big thing in this room, sweetheart." He slid his hand around my nape and pulled me in for a long, deep kiss.
I stiffened and instinctively pulled away, but Jack tightened his hold. "She's watching," he mumbled against my lips. "We need to sell the story."
To be honest, I didn't want to fight it. I'd missed Jack. I wanted him. I wanted this to be real. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep myself from melting into him and drowning in that kiss.
"That's my girl." His lips swept down my neck, his hand curving under my ass. Before I knew what was happening, he'd lifted me to his lap.
"Put me down." I shot a frantic gaze in the direction of the nosy receptionist, who didn't seem to have anything else to do but watch us. "I'm not a child."
"But you are good at hiding things." He gave a pointed glance down at his lap. "Although if you don't sit still, you're going to make the problem worse, not better."
I could feel the problem hard against my thigh, so I did what any irritated fake newlywed would do: I wiggled.”
― Sara Desai, 'Til Heist Do Us Part

“I sucked in my lips and leaned against the camper door. "Which one is the real you? The charming rogue slash professional thief or the highly trained secret undercover agent?"
Jack walked over and leaned his forearm against the door above my head, his gaze never leaving mine. "Which one do you want?"
My pulse kicked up a notch and a white-hot heat shot through my veins. "I want the real you."
Jack cupped my jaw, tilting my face back as his lips came down on mine. "You have the real me."
I melted against him, drowning in his kiss. I wanted to go back to the time when there was trust between us and life hadn't gotten in the way.
He lifted my hand and brushed his lips softly over my knuckles. "I never saw a more beautiful sight than you hanging out the window of a speeding truck, screaming my name."
"You didn't answer."
Slowly, carefully, he kissed my hand, claiming every inch of bare skin with a gentleness I didn't know he possessed. "I had a knife between my teeth."
"I suppose that's a good excuse." I tipped my head back for another kiss. Alone for the first time since the chase, knowing he was safe, I felt overwhelmed with the need to have him close, to feel his body against mine. His smell, his taste, his heat, his desire--- I wanted them all.
His lips met mine and I explored the depths of his mouth, tangling my tongue with his as I slid one hand under his shirt to feel his warmth and the firm, steady beat of his heart beneath my palm. When we broke apart to take a breath, I pressed a kiss to his throat, licking the saltiness from his skin.
He backed away, one step, then two, leaving me bereft.
"What's wrong?"
"Chloe is in the truck."
"She's a very heavy sleeper." I trailed my fingers over every hard ripple of his abdomen, following the soft trail that disappeared beneath his belt.”
― Sara Desai, 'Til Heist Do Us Part

“Reggie, please."
My pleas seemed to spur him on, his grip on me tightening as he hauled me up even closer to his mouth. I tried to buck against his face, his clever tongue, desperate for more friction, for release. But his hold on me was too strong. He pinned me in place, keeping me right where he wanted me, preventing me from moving at all as he drove the tight coil of pleasure inside me higher, and higher.
And then---
He pushed one rough finger inside me, and then another, so tight, the delicious intrusion forcing every sentient thought from my head. I needed this--- him--- all of it. I needed it now.
"Hades," he growled against my cunt. "I cannot wait to fuck you."
His filthy words, muttered right there, were all I needed to hurdle headlong into orgasm. I scrabbled at the sheets, at Reggie's hair, clinging to anything I could to anchor me as the waves of bliss came again, and again, and again. Reggie coaxed me through it with his lips and tongue, holding me as he urged my body to keep going. I moaned his name, mindless, back arched like a bow above the bed, locked in pleasure that seemed to stretch on forever.
When I collapsed to the bed, boneless, he was on me in an instant.
"You are so fucking beautiful." His growl was visceral, animalistic. "The way you looked when you came--- fuck. I nearly came too, just from that.”
― Jenna Levine, My Vampire Plus-One

“Sex with you is pretty wonderful. It's like when we work together in the kitchen. We fit each other."
Suddenly, he was on top of me, and I squealed, "Kieran!"
He pressed his nose to mine. "Pretty wonderful, huh? What would it take to make it amazing? Fantastic?"
There was my Puck. Testing and playful and impossibly sexy.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, The Slowest Burn

“This is my number one fantasy, your legs spread wide just for me." The way he looked at me there was almost feral. "You're soft, and pink, and pretty, and I want to eat you up.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, The Slowest Burn

“His voice pours over me like hot syrup. "Doesn't matter what I say, does it? I could tell you that watching you suck on that juicy bit of mango was one of the erotic highlights of my life. That I want to lick the pink, pouty curve of your lower lip to see if it's sticky sweet."
Gently, he touches the swell of my lip, and I feel it deep within my sex.
"Such a pouty fucking mouth," he whispers. "Always frowning at me with that plump lower lip."
I. Cannot. Breathe. I am flush with fever-bright heat.
And it is all Macon's fault.”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy

“You're staring at my boobs." Her tone is wry but somehow not insulted.
"I am aware." I should be sorry, but I'm not. "I'm staring at your peachy butt, too, if we're being totally honest here."
"Macon."
I glance up at her. "Your body is fucking luscious, Delilah. Bitable in the best way possible. A juicy peach, a sweet apple covered in caramel. Do you know how much I'd kill for a caramel apple right now, Tot? And me stuck on this hell diet. It's a torment, I say."
"I don't think this is very professional," she says weakly.
"I should hope not." God, I love teasing her. Her whole body lights up when I do it. Foreplay. Does she realize that's what we're doing? "I was just thinking---"
"What did I say about you thinking?" she warns.
"They don't look like bananas now, Tot."
"Oh my God, you're terrible." But she's grinning now. Fighting damn hard not to show it, but definitely grinning.
"More like peaches. Ripe, juicy peaches."
She sways in my direction before catching herself doing it and shifting her weight. "You called my butt peachy." A dry complaint. "My boobs can't be peaches too."
Maybe I have a thing for peaches."
Somehow, we're only a foot apart, the space between us humming with something. It licks over my tender skin, tickles the back of my neck. Take it slow, Saint. She's skittish. Back off. My body resents this greatly and strains toward her warmth.
Her voice is a thread, drawn tight. "You're still staring."
"Paying proper respect," I amend quietly. "You don't ignore a body like yours. It would be rude."
"Pretty sure you have that backward." She's breathless now, her glorious breasts rising and falling with agitation.
I lean down, take in the warmth of her scent. "Come on, Tot. I've grown up, seen the error of my ways. Give me your bountiful banana pie."
Again she sways into my space, laughing softly. "Pervert. You're not getting any pie from me."
I hum, heat and need making my head swim. "But I have this craving."
She's whispering now. "Disappointment can be character building."
"I'll need my strength for that. How about peach pie?" Kiss me, Delilah. Or let me kiss you. I'm not picky.
The pulse at the base of her tanned neck visibly beats. The scent of her skin is like honey.
"I thought you wanted banana cream," she says, a dazed look in her eyes.
The tips of my fingers touch the collar of her shirt. "I don't think pie is what I want anymore.”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy

“Stop giving me those sexy eyes."
"Sexy eyes?" He chokes on an incredulous laugh.
"You're looking at me like you... you..."
His eyes gleam with wicked intent. "Want to stick my head between your things and slowly lick you until we both come?"
A strangled sound leaves me as a pulse of pure lust hits my sex. I want to touch myself, press against that ache to relieve it. "Macon..."
"Because that's what I'm thinking half of the time," he goes on levelly. "When I'm not thinking about kissing your soft mouth or easing up your top to finally-- fucking finally-- see those gorgeous tits."
"Macon!"
"Delilah," he shoots back with cheek.
God, I want him to do all those things and more. I want to strip him down, lick his warm skin. Lick him up like ice cream melting off a spoon. Why did I say anything about going slow?”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy

“Nice to meet you, and thank you for the drink and fries."
"Till next time," he said, "when we can share something delicious on purpose."
I felt that in my Lowcountry.”
― Victoria Benton Frank, The Violet Hour

“You have princess hair," he said, pressing his lips against the strands.
The word "reverent" popped into my head, but I pushed it away. "I'm no princess." If I was anything, I was the scrappy orphan, making my way in the world with only my wits.
He gave me a slow, wicked smile. "Then why do I want to kneel for you?”
― Sarah Chamberlain, Love Walked In

“Do that again, darling," he said into my ear. "That was the sexiest little sound."
Darling. No one had ever used that endearment for me before. But it turned out that that word, in Leo's crisp accent, was pure fire, affection, and protectiveness all mixed up together.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, Love Walked In

“What is it about you and my hair?" I asked, half laughing as I pulled out the first pins and put them in my pockets. "It's just wavy and brown."
"You see brown." He pulled the rubber band off the end of the braid when it fell and started to unravel it. "I see chocolate and nutmeg and cinnamon..."
I raised my eyebrows. "I think you might need some non edible adjectives. It's like you really want to eat me."
He raised his eyebrows back. "Don't I?"
A giggle bubbled up. "Touché.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, Love Walked In

“Oat milk and one sugar, just how I liked it, and the comfort of it made me sigh. "It's like I made it myself. Thank you."
He gave me the kind of look that would burn my clothes off. "I like knowing what you like, darling."
Jesus, I didn't know an old-fashioned endearment could be so suggestive.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, Love Walked In

“Now I brushed a quick kiss over her ruby-colored mouth that tempted me beyond belief. "You should wear lipstick more often."
She snorted. "Why, because you like getting it all over your face?" She rubbed her thumb over my bottom lip and showed me the crimson stain she'd left behind.
"You can get all over my face anytime, darling."
Her cheeks blushed a lovely complementary shade of pink. "Promises, promises."
I grinned at her. "You know I'll keep them.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, Love Walked In

“It depends on if I like the drink."
He flashed her a grin. "You'll like it. Soft or hard?"
Rosemary's brain went straight to the gutter. "Hard, please."
Ellis pulled out a bottle of dark spiced rum, lemon juice, and a smaller curved bottle of maple syrup. He measured out the shots, filled the shaker with ice, and, with a firm smack, pushed the glass and shaker together. She watched, a little transfixed, as Ellis shook the liquid back and forth, his forearms flexing, before he dislodged the two pieces and sifted the cocktail into an elegant coupe glass.
Ellis handed her the glass. "Tell me what you think."
The liquid was a deep golden color. Rosemary took a small sip; the spiciness of the rum hit her first, an exquisite burning down her throat. And then the sweet smokiness of the maple syrup. Her eyes nearly rolled back into her skull because damn, this was delicious.
"Fuck me," she moaned, immediately realizing the words that had just come out of her mouth. She wondered what point in this conversation might be a good time to crawl into a ball and die.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“You're fucking soaked, love."
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize. I love it. I love that I can do this to you." Ellis circled her clit with his fingers, his eyes on the road and right hand on the steering wheel.
"All this talk about kinks made you wet, didn't it, sweetheart? Imagining what I'm going to do to you?" His fingers dipped into the heat of her core as his thumbs continued to stroke her clit.
"Mmm, yes," she murmured, her head tipping back against the seat.
"You want to come for me, love?"
"Please."
Ellis fucked her with his hand, loving the deliciously filthy sound of it, until her body began to clench around him. Then he pulled his hand out, and sucked his fingers into his mouth, tasting her, like honey and sea salt.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright