Rhea_Sways

“Why are you here?” she asked weakly. “You know why.” “No, I don’t,” she replied. “I think you do,” he murmured. “I don’t.” “Melissa, we’re not going to pretend it didn’t happen.” Crow nuzzled her neck. “What didn’t happen?” Melissa moaned. “Need a reminder?” he whispered into her ear. Melissa’s knees buckled as her mind waged war with her senses. Every nerve ending in her body craved his touch, while her instincts screamed at her to run for her life. And there she stood wedged between the wall and Crow—between logic and lust. Caught in a spider’s web of need and confusion and heat. “I think we better stop,” she breathed out. “Baby, I’m not stopping. But I promise to go real slow.”
― Paula Marinaro, Taming Crow

“Anticipation zinged through me. I knew exactly how much space separated us. I felt every inch of it, charged with electric energy. If he touched me right now, I’d probably jump a foot in the air. I stared straight ahead. We didn’t do well in a small, confined space. This was a terrible idea. Maybe I should roll down the window to let some of the sexual tension out.”
― Ilona Andrews, White Hot

“Your body might be marked as his…but you’ll always be mine.”
― Roya Carmen, The Ground Rules Rewritten

“No woman should have as her life’s mate a man who has mated with half the females in England, who brings home diseases and litters the countryside with his butter stamps. It’s wrong.”
― Barbara Metzger, Snowdrops and Scandalbroth