42 Quotes by Sibylla Matilde

Sweetheart,” he breathed into her mouth, “I’ve never felt anything quite like this… so hot and sweet and wet like you.

He should tell her.He should leave.He really should leave.But he didn’t… he couldn’t.

She’d never felt the stirrings of passion he brought out of her. She’d never felt as though she were bursting into pieces, a super nova shattering with light. She would relish this time because who knew when—if—she would ever feel this way again.

...“I’m still pissed at you.”He smiled wryly. “Rightfully so, sweetheart.”“…but, I’ve gotta say… you look really fucking hot in that suit...

Rhys?” Shea murmured again against his lips.“Yeah, sweetheart?” he asked back.“When we get there—when you fuck me,” she pulled hard on his tie, “I want you to wear the suit.

A part of him that was still lost in the mountains around Snowcreek, Montana.

Besides,” Shea continued, ignoring his words and trying hard not to feel what he was making her feel, “you don’t want me either. Not really. You’re just intrigued because I’m the only set of ovaries in town that doesn’t flutter my eyelashes at you and giggle incessantly.” ~ Shea

As Rhys closed his eyes, he saw those stunning hazel eyes, those full lips, that long tumble of dark, coppery curls, and, last but not least, that tight little body that made his fingers itch to touch her.

Well, it would appear it wasn’t a lack of sex that made you so grouchy before.