Ready to hit the sack?" She choked on the last slide of her ice cream and cleared her throat, "With you?" ... "You offering?" "No! I'm not offering." She pushed to her feet and then with a softer tone added, "Are you asking?
Do you come here often?"... "Often enough, but I've never sat across from such a beautiful woman before.
As nice an offer as that was, I'm afraid I'm not interested." "I see the job as your only chance for survival.
She'd jumped out of plenty of planes. Albeit with a parachute in place, but she pushed that worry aside.
His body felt so good that she didn't care if she ever came up for air. She wanted this kiss to last forever.
I think you could wear a paper bag and still look good.
Forget being turned on. This man, this kiss, encompassed everything she ever wanted.
Oh God, how she wanted more... She wanted to nibble and feast on much more than his mouth. And she wanted him to devour her. A craving to have his naked body atop her, under her, moving inside her, intensified, and it sent potent heat waves down her ...
He took in the bubbles covering her and smiled. "I think that's enough." "Enough?" "To get me clean." Taking one step forward, he slipped and slided up and down the length of her body.
Darlin', I do some of my best work on my ass.
Basically, dating is like climbing a volcano and you never know when it’s going to erupt, dumping molten lava and burning you
I just watched this documentary on the mating habits of whiptail lizards and trust me, if those things can make it happen, you can too, my friend.
I’d start by laying her down on my bed and undressing her. Slowly. Carefully. So she wiggled and stretched and soft pants escaped her lips. My hands would be all over her. My mouth, too. When she wore nothing but the blue scrap of lace between her ...
Life has no guarantees, but my life has no meaning if you're not in it.
This is me, asking a risk-taker like you to trust me. To let me love you until I take my last breath. These were my last solo flights. From now on I want to wing everything with you and only you.
Girls fell all over him. Guys bought him beers. ... "Women eager to say they've been Zaned. You know there're T-shirts that say I've been ZANED.
This kiss was better than any climb or bungee jump or zip line. Better than any other kiss. Damn him.
Zane," she breathed, and in the back of his mind, he thought, This woman. I want this woman to say my name on the caress of a kiss a thousand more times.
Montana should come with a surgeon general warning that it's addictive. The sky is big and blue, and the air is always fresh and crisp and scented with pine. There's a frontier spirit, but also a calmness, beauty in the landscape that slows your puls...
There was no place else she'd rather be than slow-dancing on a beach with the sexiest, sweetest, most attentive man she'd ever been with.
Zane Hollander stood in profile a few feet away. Sophie's breath caught. Up close, he looked like he'd been carved from the most glorious, most gorgeous stone on the planet. His blond hair was straight, on the longer side and sticking up in GQ messin...
