Skye Jordan Quotes

Christ, the way he moved. He made her see stars. He didn't thrust. He rocked. Undulated. Varied pressure. Moved her hips to his strokes. Like a dance. The same way he kissed. This wasn't a fuck. It was an art.

Let everything go and ride my mouth.

I don't have to see you," he said, his own breaths fast now, "to know how fucking beautiful you are.

I know" - he lowered his voice and stepped closer, now only six inches away - "that any man who'd had you give his cock a chocolate massage, then watched you suck off every last trace of it like a lollipop, wouldn't be able to think of anything else when they looked at you.

Want? Yes, she whispered, her eyes sliding closed. Yes I want to keep you more than I want to breathe.

And while I do love coffee - both the scent ... and the taste - I have no doubt I'd prefer the scent ... and the taste ... of something ... more personal.

He broke the kiss. "If you don't stop," he murmured, "I'm going to come in your hand." She met his eyes. Hers were gold and dazzling with heavy lids when she whispered, "I'll lick you off my fingers.

He sucked at this shit. He'd always been the one wanting less. Now he wanted more, none of which he could have – not only because Rachel was denying it, but because of who he was. And who he wasn't.

I'm a fucking train wreck, baby, I admit it. But ... I want to be better. I want to be the kind of man you need.

I don't want complicated. I don't want forever. I just want simple. No strings.
I'm offering you exactly what you want. No-strings, no-shame, no-limits, no-complications, wicked-good sex. Complete with a agreed-upon end date, a vow of secrecy, and an eight-thousand-mile anti-stalking guarantee when it's over.

It's exhausting," he said. "Isn't it?"
Her gaze slid to his mouth, and just that little spark of heat in her expression created the fire low in his gut. "What?"
"Resisting.

Will you tell me what you have on under your dress tonight?" She licked the tip of his thumb. "I could, but that would ruin the surprise.