"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 t..."
- 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 o..."
"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..."
"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 ..."
"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."
"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..."
"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."