Laura Larson

“I’m a little dirty,” he said huskily, running his hand up and down the outside of one of her thighs. “I washed up but should have showered. Didn’t expect this.”

“You probably should have expected this.” Her voice sounded a little breathless.

“Yeah,” he agreed, his eyes darkening. “I probably should have.”

“It’s okay,” she told him. “I’m washable.” Images of showers and soap bubbles tripped through her mind and she hoped through his as well.

He gave her a little grin. “Good to know. Means I can get you really dirty.”

Juliet felt her breathing quicken. She put her hand against his face, over his scar. “I really want that.”

Sawyer slid a hand up her back and into her hair. He urged her closer until her lips were nearly against his. “Me, too.”
― Erin Nicholas, Beauty and the Bayou

“Well, when we get hot there are a couple of other things we do,” he said.
Had he moved closer?
Juliet swallowed. “Like what?”
“We take clothes off,” he said.”
― Erin Nicholas, Beauty and the Bayou

“Rugged and wounded. Those were the words that came to mind when she paired that scar with the broody look in his eyes.”
― Erin Nicholas, Beauty and the Bayou

“We don’t go hard and fast down here,” Ellie said. “Long and slow and laid-back is more our style.”
― Erin Nicholas, Beauty and the Bayou