Bev

“This is what it feels like when a man loves you, sweetness,” he growled. “It’s hot and it’s hard and it goes deep. No pretending it ain’t happening, no running from it, and there’s sure as hell no controlling it. It just is, baby, and you’ve got to let go. Just let it happen. Let me love you.” His hand ran over her face roughly. “Trust me to love you.”
― Marysol James, Secret Curves

“Her hands tightened in his hair, and he heard her silent plea. Jim closed his eyes and settled his whole mouth on her, his tongue moving on her clit, slow and gentle. He rolled the hard bud between his lips, teasing and loving it, then licked her full length, lapping at her sweet moisture, greedy and wanting more. He was down on his knees in front of her, worshipping her, cherishing her, and she knew it. She felt it.

His tongue moved inside her now, thrusting in and out, and Kat gave a cry of want, of need. Jim looked up at her.

“How do you want to come, baby?” His voice was guttural, his finger slipping inside her, stroking her slick channel. “Tell me what you want.”
― Marysol James, Enemy From The Past

“Luke appeared, a towel carelessly wrapped around his lower body, and Selena made that small, high-pitched sound again. Sweet tap-dancing Jesus, the man was nothing but hot, hard muscle and she was fighting like crazy to keep herself from throwing herself at him. But who’s to say that he’d mind if she did?”
― Marysol James, Solid Steel

“Jenny took his face in her hands and kissed him again, wanting to lose herself in Chris. His strength, his heat, his taste. His lips were soft, so soft, but the rest of him was hard, all steel and bulky muscle, and she felt something inside of her respond fiercely to his maleness.
His head was resting on the back of the sofa and he was totally relaxed under her. Sprawled out, loose and gentle. His hands were on her back, running up and down slowly. Soothing her, encouraging her. She felt totally in charge of the situation, safe and even a bit powerful. She was amazed how good it felt to have this huge man under her, his lethal hands touching her tenderly, his whole body hers for the taking and doing.
Time stood still now, as she kissed him again and again. She became bolder, her hands running over the muscles in his chest, her body resting on his more heavily. He became more gentle, letting her take the lead more and more, not wanting to take any of the control away from her.”
― Marysol James, Enemy Mine