76 Quotes by Savannah Stuart

What are you doing?" she whispered. He wasn't sure why she was whispering, but he kept his voice just as low. "I want to taste you.

You're a machine," she murmured when he swept kisses across her jaw and over her cheek. "Only for you, sweetheart.

His hands, which had been on her hips, suddenly grasped the slim strap of her panties and snapped the material apart. "You owe me another pair," she gasped. "Stop wearing them and it won't be a problem.

Thank you," she said against his neck. For what?" For putting up with me." He chuckled against the top of her head. "As if I could live without you.

This was no figment of his imagination. This was flesh, blood and pure sin in a dress.

A dark-haired man with electric-blue eyes hadn't taken his eyes off Caro since she'd sat down. He watched her like, well, a predatory wolf watched his mate. Caro glanced over her shoulder and when she turned to face Nissa her expression was dark. "Uh oh. "I'm sorry. Is mate the wrong word? I'm still not sure of all the correct --" She shook her head and placed a gentle hand on hers. "I'm sorry, it's not that. No, he's not my mate. He's a very persistent... Never mind. I'm actually unmated.

You're mine, Nissa." The words were guttural, strained. She knew it. Deep inside her core the truth was there.

If he wouldn't take charge of this, she would. "Take off your clothes.

Nissa stirred as she felt the soft brush of something -- lips - tease against her neck. With her eyes closed, she smiled. Thomas' spicy, masculine scent was unmistakable. "What are you doing?" she murmured. "If you have to ask, I must be doing it wrong.