14 Quotes by J.J. Sorel

I caught a hint of Lachlan’s unique scent again and drew him in deeply, imagining that was how hot sex smelled.

As I stared into his shining gaze, there was something raw in the way his eyes trapped mine. It had become a wordless conversation that only my soul understood.

I’d like nothing more than to be your girl.” The words trembled out of my mouth.He took me into his arms and his lips touched mine. Tender and sweet, as though it was our first time.

It took me a moment to speak. My heart pumped madly as though I’d run for miles in pursuit of something vital. In this case, love.

I’d fallen captive to those expressive dark eyes again. I blamed my inappropriate behavior last night on champagne, but in the sobering light of day, I’d fallen into the same drugged stupor. She was soft. Strong. Real. And seriously curvy.

We have a ball to attend tomorrow night. Assuming you don’t already have plans?” A slow sexy smile grew on his face.A ball? A new gown? With him? It could be worse.

I hear workplace hookups are really in right now.”I laughed. “Something tells me they’ve been in for a long time.”He took the exit for the Arts District. “This chick sounds like she’s got you sprung.”I took a deep breath. “Lust will do that.”“Can’t have love without lust, man.

I let out a slow breath, wondering if someone had slipped LSD into the water. Because the past two months spent with Lachlan had felt like a trip, replete with swirling color, levitation, toe-curling pleasure and the type of madness that incites uncontrollable laughter and tears.

My brain dissolved into a puddle as I watched Lachlan. Instead of discussing the latest trends in brazen minimalism, all I could think of was placing my hand underneath that faded T-shirt and sliding my fingers over those hard pecs.