25 Quotes About Brazen

The car was some kind of Porsche and the door stood open and beckoning, like a gold embossed invitation to sin If she could survive a ride with angel-lips in his penis car then surely she’d be immune to him in any situation? Amy Andrews

So, what..in the meantime, you just..” He glanced at her then back at the road. “Deny yourself?” Em gave a half smile at the incredulity in his voice. Clearly it was a foreign concept to him. “It’s okay. I have a battery operated boyfriend awaiting my attention when I get home.” He shot her a quick, open-mouthed stare, his lips parted enticingly. He looked so stunned at her admission she couldn’t help but laugh.“ Sorry, didn’t you know that women did that, too? Did I shock you?”“ Not at all.” He recovered quickly, a big smile splitting his profile. “I’m just trying to decide which is sexier. Self-denial or self-abuse. Amy Andrews

But..a vibrator can’t hold you in its arms or give you the full-body experience.” Em clamped down on the wicked surge of heat between her legs, thinking about a full-body experience with Lincoln Quinn. “It’s not going to make me lie in the wet spot, either.”“ It can’t snuggle with you after, ” he countered with another laugh. Em snorted. “And that’s your specialty, is it? Hanging around for pillow talk?”“ I’ll have you know I give very good pillow talk.” Sure. And Elvis was alive and living at Henley Stadium. “Right, ” she muttered. “Of course you do.”“ I really do.” He nodded. “Most women seem to be more interested in me giving them good head, but hey, I’m a full service kinda guy. Amy Andrews

You should really go inside now, ” he said. Her glazed, unfocused stare was starting to clear, and the cranky look he was used to being levelled at him started to take shape. “And if I don’t?”“ You want to fuck me on your doorstep?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly. “Call me tomorrow when you’re sober. I’ll be right over.” She jutted her chin defiantly–clearly pissed at him for trying to be the responsible one. “I won’t need you after I’ve spent all night with a couple of multi-speed toyfriends and a box of batteries.” Linc shoved his hands on his hips, pushing back unhelpful images of her naked and pleasuring herself with a hot pink cock. “Go inside, ” he growled. Before he did something crazy like offering to watch. Amy Andrews

Probably just as well. Maybe with all that testosterone walking out the door, the insane urge to hump Lincoln Quinn’s leg would walk right out as well. Because that was exactly how she felt every time she looked at him. Like she was in heat. Within minutes, the restaurant had emptied out to only a few non-team wedding guests. Her nemesis was nowhere to be seen, and Em congratulated herself on her self-control as she eased off the bar stool. Embarrassing leg-humping avoided–bravo!. Amy Andrews

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. Amy Andrews

If I’d known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago. Amy Andrews

But you just got laid. Very well, I might add. Isn’t that enough to tide you over for a while?”“ Maybe for a woman. But if a man doesn’t use the goods, they shrivel up–” She rolled her eyes.“–and now that I’ve realized what I’ve been missing, and you’ve done such a great job getting me back up on the horse, for which I’m immensely grateful, then I think I’m ready to spread my wings.” He motioned to the wing spreading area. His groin. “This really shouldn’t go to waste, now, should it? . Kate Meader

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

Staying level with Tess was going to require fast thinking, which was mighty difficult considering all the blood he needed for said thought processes was now hurtling south.“ What would this job involve?”“ Only one task. Make. Me. Believe.”“That I’m your fiancé?” Cue her smile, sly and sexy. First time she’d let him in on that action, too. “That you want me more than your next breath.” If she moved forward a couple of inches, his boner would make her believe. Kate Meader

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. Kate Meader

An inappropriate attraction to your friend’s fiancé was grounds for disbarment from the Woman Club. Neither did it make a lick of sense. He was uncouth, uneducated, uncivilized. All of their conversations back then had been unholy bicker fests where they charged from the opposite ends of the spectrum, determined not to meet in the middle but to rip pieces out of each other on the drive by. Kate Meader

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 un Texan. Kate Meader