28 Quotes by Stacey O'Neale

He cupped her face in his hands, crushing his lips into hers. Angry and raw after all these months, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. It wasn’t gentle or sweet. It was powerful and full of need. A quiet moan escaped from her throat, inciting another rushing wave of desire through him. Her lips parted, inviting his tongue inside her mouth.

The moment she opened the bakery door, his blue eyes had filled with desire. No man had ever looked at her so intensely, like at any moment he would rip her clothes off and ravage her on top of one of the tables. Tension built between her legs as his eyes slowly took in every inch of her. But when he’d kissed her—her body exploded. Everything she’d wanted over the last year had come to fruition. Then, just as fast, he’d disappeared.

Then it’s settled.” He pulled her into an embrace. “It’s been a long night for both of us. How about I drive you home?” Inhaling a deep breath, she was overwhelmed by the woodsy scent of his bare skin. Desire surged through her—a euphoric sensation, vibrating all the way to her core. A second later, her nipples pebbled. Worried he might notice, she pulled away from him, covering her chest with her crossed arms. What was happening to her? “I think that’s a good idea.

Dude, we both know it's only going to get worse. You're like a ticking sex bomb.

She moaned in playful disappointment. "You shouldn't have canceled. It would be fund to take a picture. You'll be laughing at this years from now.

It's foolish to fight the bond between you. You'd be better off going with it and letting the panties drop where they may.

There are things I need to say first. Things you need to hear before we go any further." She tensed. "Oh, God, are you married?" He chuckled. "No, nothing like that." "Good," she replied, letting out a relieved breath. "I want you to know you've made this very difficult for me. I had a speech prepared. Then I see you like this." His finger continued to trail down her stomach, tracing the rim of her panties. "And I can't even remember my damn name.

Cam placed his hand on her shoulder. "It's not too late." A thick lump swelled in her throat. "I acted like an idiot." "That's not a problem," he replied in a comforting tone. "He's been acting like an idiot for weeks now.

You should go upstairs and relax a little. Take a nap or read one of those books that make your cheeks burn." She playfully squinted at him. "How would you know what I look like when I read?" He leaned forward, crossing his arms on the table. "I like watching you read." "Really?" she questioned. "Why?" "It's sexy the way you react to the stories," he whispered. "Your gestures are usually simple like a giggle or a gasp. But occasionally, your nipples harden.