Wendy Hodges

“My fingers and palms continued to skate over the goosebumps on his torso, as I explored his tight erect nipples until I felt desperate to see what he looked like underneath the fabric and grabbed the hem of his T-shirt. When I pulled it up his body Sawyer broke the kiss, panting roughly and dragged the soft cotton garment over his head. "So fucking hot," he muttered, bunching it roughly between his hands and tossing it away to one side, as his hands immediately reconnected with the sides of my face and sifted back into my hair. Tilting my head up again, he murmured, "Where were we?" before he kissed me as I'd never been kissed before.”
― K.L. Shandwick, Dare You

“Trust me, Billie. This is your chance to show him what he's lost. Tell me you dare me because if I kiss you, I guarantee you'll sucker punch that asshole right in the dick." Cradling my face in his hands he held my full attention again. "Say it," he said, his mouth hovering so close to mine his breath became my air. "Say what?" I whispered back, my brow creased tight because my brain was in meltdown, and I had almost convinced myself I had lost the plot. "Dare you.”
― K.L. Shandwick, Dare You

“So fucking beautiful," Sawyer whispered, his voice almost breaking, the desire evident in his tone. "Let me love you," he muttered in a husky voice, and his choice of words temporarily stunned me. I felt the weight of his penetrative stare, which conveyed how much he meant his words. Too soon.”
― K.L. Shandwick, Dare You

“Jesus, Ayda, don’t you get it? I want you. I want you safe. I want you happy. I want you to have what you deserve. I want you in a life where shit isn’t always so heavy. I want someone to treat you with the patience and the respect you deserve, but the thought of anyone else touching you makes me want to rip the throats of a hundred men out—men I don’t even know—just for the sake of being the brutal bastard that I am. I want you to not always give me that look that’s begging me to do the right thing when the wrong thing comes so easily to me. I want to never have to disappoint you. I want to give you the world. I want to not want all of these things because wanting them and wanting you means that no matter how much I try and stop myself from admitting that I love you…” My eyes flew open to meet hers. “I can’t, because I love you. I really fucking love you, Ayda.”
― Victoria L. James, Without Mercy