Maria Rose

“She had to lift both hands to illustrate what she meant, but he just let her carry his hand with her, not about to let go. She pushed the free hand toward the one he held, apparently trying to gesture closeness. "Warm," she said again. And then she did something that undid him to the last faint whisper of his soul: she gave his hand a squeeze with fingertips that could just barely reach around his, apparently using him to indicate what she wanted to say. He meant warmth. He meant this word she couldn't find.”
― Laura Florand, The Chocolate Touch

“Real men bake cakes. And pies. And cookies. And other shit.”
― Tammy Falkner, Smart, Sexy and Secretive

“You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I willna let ye go”
― Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber

“Duchess, tug the top of that dress down just a little. Just enough that I can sit here and imagine sucking your nipples.
Then there was the one accompanied by his hand squeezing the front of his jeans. Sit on my lap, baby. I just need your weight right here.
Or the one that had nearly melted her into the seat. If I slipped my hand under your dress right now, no one would know but us. Think you could stay quiet long enough to come?”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble