Knowing what she did to him made her feel powerful, just as knowing what he did to her made her feel weak.
Molly Cade, you could be wearing a White Sox shirt, a Yankees thong, and a Packers Cheesehead and I would still want to do you.”She sighed. “Such a romantic.
It didn’t get much more patriotic than sex in a Chevy on the Fourth of July. God bless America.
Those blue pools still wavered between her eyes and mouth. “I’m gonna kiss you now, minou.”She might have nodded. She might have blinked. One for yes, two for hell yeah.
She leaned in, a tip she had read today on HuffPo’s Love & Sex section. Boobs out, smile wide, voice low. Being sexy was exhausting.
This is what she hated about hot guys. That warm and fuzzy feeling she got when one of them anointed her as worthy.
The only good deed I’ll be doing tonight is for the angels.”“The angels?”“Haven’t you heard? Every time I make you come, an angel gets his wings.”Brady dropped his smoky gaze to Gage’s mouth for a beat. “We really need to leave. Now.
She squeezed her thighs together, desperate for relief. Aiming for completion without doing something so deliberate as touching herself. Look ma, no hands!
Admit you’re jealous, Emma.” “Never,” she said defiantly. “Just your nipples then. They’re pouting.
You always have my attention. When you’re in the room, you’re my sun.
Flynn was kissing her again, not to help her forget but to force her to remember. Everything he had meant to her then. Everything he meant to her now. How he always had been, and forever would be, her world.
You’re going to need more than an average kissing game to get with me, Cross.”“Nothin’ average about that kiss.”She sighed. “Don’t beg. It’s so unTexan.
Pucker up, Hollywood. By the time I’m finished with you, the neighbors are gonna need a cigarette.