66 Quotes About Sydney-smoke-rugby-series

I like this skirt. Makes a guy wonder just how to get a girl out of it.

As if your ego needs any more stroking. If it took form right now it’d be a giant hard on.

You treated me like a fool and you played with my heart, like it was one of your damn footballs.

It’s been a long time,” he murmured, prowling towards her, drawing to a halt just out of reaching distance.Not long enough. Not nearly long enough as the incredible mix of soap, deodorant, and cologne he wore so well had her body responding like he was an original glazed Krispy Kreme. Still warm from the oven. Dear God...he did still smell good enough to eat.

The car was some kind of Porsche and the door stood open and beckoning, like a gold embossed invitation to sinIf she could survive a ride with angel-lips in his penis car then surely she’d be immune to him in any situation?

Talk to me when your nuts are so blue they look like something you can hang on a Christmas tree.

His aftershave – eau du sex god - wafted her way.

Probably just as well. Maybe with all that testosterone walking out the door, the insane urge to hump Lincoln Quinn’s leg would walk right out as well. Because that was exactly how she felt every time she looked at him.Like she was in heat.Within minutes, the restaurant had emptied out to only a few non-team wedding guests. Her nemesis was nowhere to be seen, and Em congratulated herself on her self-control as she eased off the bar stool.Embarrassing leg-humping avoided—bravo!

Sex was a happiness transaction. And rugby had given Linc the means to feel very happy, very often.