She loved him. She loved Ryder Davis. She loved his stupid face and his dumb smile and his idiotic biceps.
I’m not going to be the bad guy here, Ryder, because you can’t be like every other man out there and think with your dick.
Whatever am I going to do with that monster, Ryder Davis?”He gave a husky laugh. “I think you could probably just tell it to come now and it would.
You told me your mother wants grandchildren.”“My mother wants George Clooney to move to the farm too but that ain’t ever going to happen.
She tasted good. Like salt and vinegar chips and Bailey’s Irish cream. Who knew that was such a fucking turn on?
Spread your legs.” His voice was deep and dark, the glow in his eyes feral. This was what he’d looked like on the field tonight. Running the plays. Focused on the job.Dominant. Decisive. Certain.Male.
I saw you on that field tonight, you rugby guys look like you were born knowing how to fuck.
So you know how to ride a horse and muster and…stuff.”He laughed. “Yes. I know how to do stuff.” He squeezed her ass again and muscles deep and low responded. “Country boys know how to do all kinds of stuff.
It’s just a dress.”Oh no. There was nothing just about it. Juliet was wearing a walking hard on. “With a zip.” He fought the desire to close his eyes and rut into her hand. “That goes on forever. I can peel you like banana.
The car was some kind of Porsche and the door stood open and beckoning, like a gold embossed invitation to sinIf she could survive a ride with angel-lips in his penis car then surely she’d be immune to him in any situation?
Sex was a happiness transaction. And rugby had given Linc the means to feel very happy, very often.
It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels.
Linc had always been a leg man. Thankfully hers made up for her caustic tongue and armour plated panties
Talk to me when your nuts are so blue they look like something you can hang on a Christmas tree.
This was Linc at his most elemental. This was cave man stuff. Potently male. Potently virile. Hot. As. Fuck.
He hadn’t struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he’d called out to Jesus when he’d been deep inside her.
He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.
If I’d known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago.
You’re a gambling man, right? Or do you only bet on frivolous things like poker and fucking women?
Why do men always have such high opinions of their cock?
He’d gone too far. He didn’t usually talk to women so frankly. Not with them both fully clothed anyway.
You do know I’m not psychic, right?’Dash looked down at her. ‘Joy…you do know that normal people don’t see ghosts, right?
A woman could do a lot of crazy things for a pair of fine-looking dimples.
Love is a risk. It always is. None of us is guaranteed a long life. But love takes courage.
I love you like the woman I am now. Not the girl I was. I’m battered and bruised and I’m tougher, but I’m still here. I’m scared to death, but I’m more frightened of a life without you.
You have no idea how dirty I can play.” He laughed. “Bring. It. On.
He wanted to get her naked. Horizontal. He wanted to put his hands all over her. His mouth all over her. He hated her clothes. And his. He wanted them off. He wanted to imprint himself on her skin.
Faith had no idea if he meant liquor, sex or a game of twister but she was up for all three.
He was a Crosby, Stills and Nash song. He loved the one he was with. He was casual with a capital C.
I’m going to drag you down to the basement, kneel at your feet, rip your jeans down and I’m going to make you come so hard with my tongue the whole damn pub will think you’re being murdered.
He thought there was chemistry? Faith had always hated chemistry at school but if she’d known a sexy Australian was going to seduce her with it in the future she may have paid more attention.
He smiled that smile again. How could something so lazy do such busy things to her body?
Jemima Jane Erickson was one drunken pass away from jumping Ethan Weston’s bones. He just didn’t know it.