139 Quotes by Amy Andrews

I just don’t understand why they’d think we were together, when I’m leaving the country to live on the other side of the planet in a month?”It was Ryder’s turn to snort. “Well gosh, I don’t know Juliet. Maybe your hand on my cock was a clue.”She sucked in a breath, her eyes glittering now. “They could not see that!”“They didn’t have to,” he bit out. “We were practically humping each other at the table.

So, let me get this right.” He braked at a traffic light and yanked at the edges of his bow tie, reefing the knot undone, leaving the tails flapping open. “You’re pissed at me because my friends don’t think you’re just some kind of fuck buddy?

Calm down?” Her voice went really low, her eyes glittering. “Don’t tell me to calm down. I’m so freaking horny at the moment all I want to do is fuck. You got a problem with that?”Her words slammed into his groin. He should have a problem with it. She was pissed at him but still perfectly fine with using him. There was something really fucked up about that. Unfortunately, no part of Ryder had a problem with it.

There were only two things he was really good at. Riding bulls and satisfying women.But Joss wasn’t just another woman to him. Deep in his bones he knew she was special.She was the eight-second ride. The gold buckle.

He slid the jack beneath the frame. “I’m down here now...Might as well go all the way.”Joss shut her eyes as his words conjured other things he could do while he was down there. Oh God. She was going to hell.

You should come and watch me.”She frowned. “Watch you?”A small smiled nudged his lips. She didn’t need to be a mind reader to know where his mind had just gone. “Ride bulls. On the weekend.”There were probably about a hundred things she’d put her hand up to watch this guy do, a lot of them just as dirty as the things he’d been thinking. Watching him get tossed around for entertainment on the back of a large angry animal wasn’t one of them.

I liked you better when you were drugged.”“Yeah well, I liked you better when I was drugged too.

She didn’t notice the partially fogged vanity mirror as she walked toward the bathroom, either—two thick fluffy towels in hand. Not until she was inside anyway and a pair of jeans and fringed leather chaps tossed carelessly over the edge of the vanity came into view.She almost dropped the towels as she spun around.“Hey.”The Dixie Chicks crooning, there’s your trouble, straight into her ear was a particularly ironic twist.

Thankfully he was wearing a towel—even if it was positioned sinfully low on his hips.But that still left an awful lot to look at. An awful lot. Like the scattered droplets of water on his shoulders and chest and abs. And his nipples. Flat and brown and so evenly spaced she wanted to get out a ruler and measure them.Or possibly use her tongue.