Sandra

“The door opened and Keelie came out, still wearing the T-shirt she’d slept in. It was his and he was going to bronze it, or maybe sleep with that damn thing, because it would smell like her . . .
“Can I borrow the shirt?” she asked, tearing him out of his fantasy.
He blinked. “Ah. Yeah.” Okay. Keelie walking around wearing his shirt did something to his brain that just wasn’t conducive to conversation, but he managed a fairly normal smile as he picked up his coffee. “There’s coffee.”
Keelie gave him a grateful smile. “I need it.”
Her hands closed around the cup and she lifted it up to her lips.
He watched, practically mesmerized as she took a sip. A soft sound, somewhere between a moan and a sigh, escaped her.
His dick hardened.
How in the hell could she get him worked up just by drinking coffee?”
― Shiloh Walker, Razed

“I saw you stand,” I said. “Saw your courage, back at Twelve. Saw the steel in your will, the power you command. You say there’s nothing of woman about you? You aren’t some painted vase, delicate and useless. You’re a fucking lioness. The strongest damn thing that ever lived. There’s nothing of you but woman.”
― Ed McDonald, Blackwing

“I start imagining how the conversation will go, where he calls you, and you answer, and he’s silent except for breathing and a few grunts, and you think you have some creeper on the line, hang up on him, and he crushes the phone in his huge, heartbroken hand and never leaves his cabin again.” Ellie”
― Katie Ruggle, Gone Too Deep

“Burning was a bad way to go, but my reserves of empathy were usually exhausted on orphans and puppies, a lot higher up the list than arsonists and
arseholes.”
― Ed McDonald, Blackwing