Valen

“Oh boy. His chest was smooth and warm and hard as stone, and she
wanted to both touch and nibble.
And lick. Could she pretty please lick?”
― Jill Shalvis, Double Play

“You’re green. Tell me you have the flu.”
“No.”
“The shoulder?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, fuck me.”
“I’d rather not.”
― Jill Shalvis, Double Play

“You're pretty sassy this morning, son. Is it all about Reingold's rulings?"

"That didn't suck, but I've got me a fascinating, beautiful woman I'm falling for. Falling hard."

"Quick work."

"In the blood. My mama and daddy barely did more than look at each other, and that was that. She's got me, Russ. Right here." He tapped a fist on his heart.

"Surely it's not considerably lower where she's got you?"

"There, too. But, Jesus, Russ, she does it for me. I just think about her, and... I swear I could look at her for hours. Days."

Brooks let out a half-laugh, edged with a little surprise. "I'm done. I'm gone.”
― Nora Roberts, The Witness

“Still mad,” she gasped.
He covered one of her fists with his hand, entwining their fingers,
while his other slipped beneath her, stroking her where they were
joined, slowly driving her straight to heaven without a seat belt.
“Then I should stop.”
― Jill Shalvis, Double Play