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Rose looked down to the sheet of paper, saw a number and where to sign. Butch was holding out a pen for her to take. When she reached for the pen her fingers grazed lightly against his. She felt it. She saw it. The tiniest arc of electricity. It was as if flint and steel met, just waiting for the right moment to spark the dry tinder into a burning inferno.

Robert, what are you doing? I'm cooking.’ ‘I like to thank the chef for the excellent food.’ ‘But surely that is done at the end of the meal.’ ‘What a good idea, I'll thank you later … as it should be done.

Ruger was over six feet tall, roped with muscle and annoyingly handsome in an I’m-probably-a-murderer-but-I’ve-got-dimples-and-a-tight-ass-so-you’ll-still-lust-after-me kind of way.

Saxon and I had no business even attempting any type of relationship with each other. We were gunpowder and one hell of a spark, and I wasn't about to test our combustibility.

Say my name." "No." She tipped her head up, her breath sawing out of her lungs. “Don’t stop, please.” He languidly stroked her. “I won’t stop, but I won’t take you there unless you say it.” Her voice locked in her throat. He stroked into her again at the same time giving her the pressure she desired with his thumb. “I have all night.

Say it for me, Rainy. No other man.

Seems where you’re concerned nothing is easy, so no, I’m not making this easy when everything about you makes me hard.” I sucked in sharply at that blatant sexual reference, and swear I felt my nipples get hard. “Jack, I—

Sein braungebrannter Oberkörper war noch ein wenig feucht und Wasser tropfte von seinen langen dunklen Haaren auf seine Haut. Ich biss mir auf die Unterlippe, was die einzige Bewegung war, zu der ich fähig war. Mir war klar, dass ich ihn peinlicherweise jetzt genau wie die Schlampen im Club wollüstig anschmachtete, aber ich konnte nichts dagegen tun. Eigentlich sollte ich wirklich gehen, aber ich konnte nicht. Außerdem, hatte er mich nicht schon einmal genau so im Badezimmer beobachtet? Also war es nur fair. Er war so verdammt gut anzusehen und mein Körper reagierte wie der jeder Frau bei diesem Anblick. Mir wurde heiß, nicht nur im Gesicht, sondern überall, vor allem weiter unten. Dabei hatte ich ihn schon in seinen Badeshorts gesehen, aber dennoch, das hier war etwas komplett anderes. Was noch schlimmer wurde, als er das Tuch von der Hüfte löste und begann, damit seine Haare zu rubbeln. Unter der Haut bewegten sich die Muskeln seines Rückens, die hinunter zur schmalen Hüfte verliefen. Mein Blick ging noch tiefer und ich hatte keine Spucke mehr im Mund, als ich seinen Po betrachtete. Unwillkürlich krallte ich die Finger in meine Shorts, was zur Folge hatte, dass mir das Handy aus der Hand rutschte und auf den Boden fiel. Der Teppich war dick und dämpfte das Geräusch, aber man konnte es dennoch deutlich hören. Instinktiv wollte ich die Augen zusammenpressen, so wie kleine Kinder, die sich nur mit dem Gesicht hinter einem Vorhang versteckten, und glauben, wenn sie den anderen nicht sehen konnten, dann würden sie auch nicht gesehen werden. Was natürlich nicht der Fall war. Daher schluckte ich und sah wieder hoch und – wie erwartet – in Johnnys Gesicht, als er über die Schulter blickte. Und was ich in seinen tiefblauen Augen lodern sah, erregte mich stärker und machte mir gleichzeitig mehr Angst, als alles zuvor. Meine Augen blieben an seinen haften, auch als ich aus den Augenwinkeln bemerkte, wie er das Handtuch wieder um die Hüfte legte. Langsam drehte er sich um und beinahe raubtierhaft zielstrebig kam er auf mich zu, wie ein geschmeidiger Panther, den nichts stoppen konnte. Kurz vor mir blieb er stehen, als würde er warten, ob ich davonlief oder nicht. Auf keinen Fall, jetzt nicht mehr. Zu keinem Zeitpunkt hatte er den Blickkontakt zu mir unterbrochen, er musste meine Gedanken darin gelesen haben. Seine Hände umfassten mein Gesicht, strichen mir halbfeuchte Haare aus der Stirn und dann beugte er sich zu mir hinab. Ich hielt den Atem an, wartete auf seine Lippen, die sich aber nicht auf meine legten, sondern einen Zentimeter vorher verharrten. Als würde er noch immer auf meine Entscheidung warten. Mir wurde klar, dass ich diese schon lange getroffen hatte, nur viel zu feige und engstirnig gewesen war, sie mir auch einzugestehen. Ich griff in seine nassen Haare und zog ihn das verbleibende Stück zu mir hinunter. Ein Blitzschlag fuhr von meinen Lippen ausgehend durch meinen Körper, zwischen meine Beine – dann war es um mich und meine Selbstbeherrschung geschehen. Und wie es aussah, auch um seine. Denn statt weiterhin so sanft mein Gesicht zu halten, rutschten seine Hände meinen Rücken entlang bis er an meiner Hüfte angelangt war und sie fest drückte. Wie von selbst bog sich ihm mein Körper entgegen und ich strich mit der Zunge über seine Lippen, dann öffnete ich den Mund für seine und unser Kuss wurde fordernder. Seine Hände glitten noch weiter hinunter, umfassten meinen Po und während wir uns keuchend küssten, hob er mich mit einem Ruck hoch. Meine Beine schlang ich um seine Hüfte und unter dem Tuch konnte ich ihn spüren, was mir ein Stöhnen entlockte, das mir noch nie über die Lippen gekommen war. Daraufhin gab Johnny einen erstickten Laut von sich, küsste mein Kinn, meinen Hals und knabberte am Ohr, an dem er heiser flüsterte: »Sag mir, dass ich aufhören soll.« »Hör nicht auf«, bat ich leise und drückte mich nur noch fester an ihn.

Sensuality, essentially, means falling in love with details that make you feel luscious.

Sexy women should embrace their allure, not shy away from it like the unsexy would want you to. If you are blessed with curves, show them off by all means! - Kailin Gow, Kailin Gow's Go Girl Beauty

Sexy is a decision. We decide that our spouse looks sexy to us. Period. It doesn’t matter our age or how long we’ve been together.

Shane was just leaving, too.” “What?” he cried. I slammed my palms flat against his body. Dear God, there were some nice ridges hiding under that shirt! My hands slid up to his pecks and pushed. “Yeah. You have to go now.” “Are you for real?” he asked. He was slowly backing his way through the room, but it had nothing to do with the strength of my push…or lack thereof. “Very. I can’t. I need to sleep on this.” With a wicked smile, he flattened his hands over mine and sassed, “I’m all for you sleeping on me. Let’s go.

She dreamed of autumn. Of chilly autumn winds and soft fall rains. She could even feel the cool moisture as the rain drops touched her face and ran down her cheeks.

She'd never stood a chance. She was a good girl, raised on the bible and charm school. She was destined to long for the thrill of the unattainable and nobody was more unattainable to a good girl than the bad boy.

She'd stutter all the reasons why she shouldn't, shaking her head adamantly. But her body..her body would grow hot with excitement. She'd get wet at the thrill of it. So fucking wet that i'd smell her, telling me she's not even wearing panties to smother her spicy scent. When my hand touched hers, still clutched to her chest, she'd flinch but she wouldn't pull away. She'd let me guide it between her swollen breasts and down to her flat belly, brushing the bit of exposed skin where the hem of her shirt rides up. Then I'd let her fingers play with the jewel in her navel, manipulating each digit as if that diamond-studded barbell was her clit. Demonstrating how I would stroke it for her.

She’d set herself up to fail. On purpose. In the most basic way a woman can. I shaved my bikini line and wore my best underwear.

She felt the adagio from Joaquin Rodrigo’s Concierto de Aranjuez strumming at her inner thighs like a guitar, and then slowly moving upwards until it wrapped around her heart in its denouement.

She felt him smile against her neck and bit down, the sensation sending shivers through her. “Bad girl. If you keep doing that, I’ll have you stripped and on your back before you can blink.

She held her hand out in front of her. “Wait.” “No,” I groaned and then cleared my throat. “I mean okay, I can wait.

She pulled away from Eric's grasp, knelt before Brian and looked up at him. "Let me suck you off," she said. "Please.

She is 25. Whereas Pauline at forty undresses in the darkness and drapes herself languorously with a sheet or towel, Blanche stretches naked on her back under the electric light, her left knee raised, her right foot resting on it, examining her wriggling toes. She flings out her arm and flicks ash in the vague direction of the ashtray.

She put a spoonful of mint chocolate chip in her mouth. [...] "Let me try it." She held her bowl toward him, but he didn't put his spoon in it. He trailed his fingers over her jaw as he tipped her head back and sealed his lips over hers. His tongue speared into her mouth, and the salt of him mixed with the flavor of the ice cream. She didn't know if she was mortified, shocked, aroused or all three.

She pulled a chair to the tiny table "I'm starving." "So am I," he answered, but when she glanced up he was looking at her and not the food.

She looks me dead in the face and says, “The safe word is going to be ‘immigration,’ because you know I’ll stop it.

She's a slinky sort of person, no angles at all; and magnetic - you can't take your eyes off her. She's dressed like a Westerner, but her eyes have a slant to them. They are the eyes of an Easterner. She doesn't walk like our women do, she seems to writhe all in one piece - undulates is the word. ("Kiss Of The Cobra")

She stared stupidly into his eyes, thinking about how very much she’d like to make that noise again…with him.

She squeezed her thighs together, desperate for relief. Aiming for completion without doing something so deliberate as touching herself. Look ma, no hands!

She was not only a female, but a damned beautiful one.A gentleman would have turned away the moment he realized what was happening." ~Alex Kerr

She wants her freedom.

She wasn’t all over me because of some bad-boy fetish or because she wanted to be arm candy for Eastside’s resident badass. For the first time in my life, someone looked at me and saw…me.

She was in his arms. Laurent’s arms! He spun her around and set her back down again in the space of three seconds, then stepped back and slid his hands into his pockets. His face looked flushed under his tan, but she was still reeling from being touched, her mind pulling in a hundred different directions at once. Laurent smelled good. He felt good. He was so unbelievably beyond her level. Oh my God... I’m totally falling for him.

She was tipping her head back to inquire, when two men entered the great hall and the question flew right out of her head. They were simply two of the most gorgeous men she'd ever seen. Twins, though different. They were both tall and powerfully built. One was taller by a few inches, with dark hair that swept just past his shoulders and eyes like shard of silver and ice while the other had long black hair falling in a single braid to his waist, and eyes as gold as Adam's torque. They were elegantly dressed in tailored clothing of dark hues, with magnificent bodies that dripped with raw sex appeal. Oh, my, she marveled, they don't amek men like these in the States. Were these typical Scotsmen? If so, she was going to have to get Elizabeth over here somehow. A connoisseur of romance novels, Elizabeth's favorites were the Scottish ones, and these two men looked as if they'd just stepped straight off one of those covers. "Try not to gape, ka-lyrra. They're only human. Mortal. Puny. And married. Both of them. Happily.

Shh, kitten,” he whispered in English once more, nuzzling her temple, mouth open and hot against her ear. “Trust me.” His palms curved beneath her breasts, lifting them as his blunt fingertips tweaked her nipples expertly enough to have slickness gathering between her clenched thighs. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever touched. Une ange, bébé.” He groaned quietly as he caught her earlobe between his teeth. “Je t’adore,” he muttered, thrusting against her backside.

Shhh, no more talking Em, Ethan whispered.

Sincerity is sexy, and my cynical heart notices.

Society has done so much damage to the psyche of the woman being to the extent that she now thinks that her greatest achievement in life is to be a good kitchen girl and a sexy bedroom girl.

Sionnach smiled in the way of the falsely modest and added, "Forgive me for not standing, but I can't find the energy just yet." the answering heat flare was enough to raise the temperature in the cave, enough to explain the fine sheen of sweat on Sionnach's body. It wasn't comfortable, but it was useful at hiding the truth. He waited as Keenan's gaze took in the candles, the glasses beside the bed, and the fact that Sionnach was seemingly naked. There were moments in every faery's life that were too perfect to have been planned, and Sionnach was having just such a moment as he reclined in Rika's bed grinning while the faery who had caused such upheaval in Rika's life—and in their desert—very obviously misinterpreted the clues.

Six years of dreams would end in eternal love, or an eternity of loss.

So hologram means--" I finally said. "It means non-corporeal, yeah. Which sucks seeing as how there are a lot of very corporeal things I'd like to do with you right now.

So,” I said, steadying my breath. “Do you still believe it is the ocean that entices the moon?” “I know it does,” he said, seductively…temptingly. I turned to face him. “Well,” I said, playfully. “I still think it’s the lure of the moon that pulls them together. That poor ocean never stood a chance against that irresistible moon.

So many details came into focus. The shape of his lips, the line of his neck. “I’m not dangerous,” I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.” And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing. I closed my eyes, and the world around me faded.

Somewhere along the way, I discovered that in the physical act of cooking, especially something complex or plain old hard to handle, dwelled unsuspected reservoirs of arousal both gastronomic and sexual. If you are not one of us, the culinarily depraved, there is no way to explain what's so darkly enticing about eviscerating beef marrowbones, chopping up lobster, baking a three-layer pecan cake, and doing it for someone else, offering someone hard-won gustatory delights in order to win pleasures of another sort. Everyone knows there are foods that are sexy to eat. What they don't talk about so much is foods that are sexy to make. But I'll take a wrestling bout with recalcitrant brioche dough over being fed a perfect strawberry any day, foreplay-wise.

Some primal force roared inside him, his possessive streak taking charge. He cupped the back of her head, her hair falling over the back of his hand like silk, and tightened his grip. The moment she softened against him, he took control.

Sometimes a woman has experienced too much life to have any blush left in her cheeks, but the man who puts it there is someone not easily forgotten.

Sometimes it’s what you can’t have that you desire the most,

Somewhere in the last few months, it’s like someone has flicked a switch and he’s gone from “cute looking boy” to “muscular sexy man” just like that.", Celestra Caine in FADE by Kailin Gow

Sorry. I would be bad for you.

Sounds like this ability stuff went okay with Shane after all. I had no idea that he would react like that,” Noah said. “Yeah, well, it helps when he wants to rip Nessa’s clothes off,” I said grinning. “Hey, I might just let him. He is pretty hot,” Nessa joked. -Noah, Cora and Nessa

So you’ll cheat to win, huh?” “I’ll use any means necessary to win.” Her breasts ached at the smoky tone in his voice, like he’d reached out and rolled her nipples between his fingertips.

Some people are sexier and some are sexy only when they are dressed.