Quotes from Cat Johnson

As the moon rose before her very eyes, the first beams hit the pond, sending sparkles of light bouncing off the water. "It's beautiful." "So are you." His voice seemed to brush across her, like soft, smooth silk.

What the hell was she doing? This was real. Not some fantasy. "We probably shouldn't ---" "Blame it on the moonlight." He spoke the words close and then his mouth covered hers. With the warmth of his palms against her cheeks and the pressure of his lips pressed to hers, Janie had to think the full moon was a s good an excuse as any for losing her mind and letting Tyler kiss her.

Need twisted deep and low inside her. It twined through her body like kudzu vines growing out of control, taking over and smothering what little good sense she had left.

You let me kiss you, but you won't let me take you out on a date." He shook his head. "Maybe I'm going about this the wrong way. Maybe I need to convince you that you can't live without me." She raised her brows. "How are you going to do that?" "I'll show you." He pressed closer as his hands roamed down her body. "But it might take all night. That okay with you?" "I've got nowhere else to be....

Holy cow." Rene blew out a long, slow whistle and pressed a hand to her chest. "That man is enough to give a girl heart palpitations.

I couldn't get my mind off you all day." He spoke as he yanked her shirt over her head, right where she stood. Once that was gone, he moved his hands down to unfasten her jeans. He pushed them and her underwear to the floor in one motion. "I mowed that whole damn hayfield with a hard-on because of you.

Are you superstitious?" "I've been known to knock wood on occasion and I do firmly believe Karma is a bitch." She let out a short laugh. "Do you think less of me now?" "Not at all, but I do think less of myself if I let you stand here in the hot sun and haven't even offered you something cold to drink. What's your pleasure?" John wrangled his mind off the many pleasures they could share together if things were different.

I'm sorry." "For what?" She stood. "I had no intention of letting that go so far." "I had no intention of stopping until it did." He laughed and shook his head. "You're making it hard to leave, you know." That was her plan. Ally cocked a brow. "Am I? Sorry..." She wasn't sorry one little bit.

You know, I wouldn't mind more than a kiss." He let out a laugh. "Believe me, neither would I, but not right now." Drink your tea, get some food in your stomach, and, maybe, we'll talk." A frown creased her brow. "Talk?" He had to smile at her persistence. "We'll talk about possibly doing more than kissing, deal?

Zane liked his love life simple: catch and release, and then move on. The problem was, Missy wasn't anything like his usual prey.

This was Zane Alexander, the boy who had been a Casanova since he hit puberty.

He raised his beer bottle to his lips just as Emma said, "Well, I told Becca that you and I were sneaking off to have wild sex in Tucker's bedroom..." "You did?" Logan recovered enough to be able to talk. "Yeah. I kind of had to." Emma shrugged. "She was being nosy and annoying me. Don't worry. She didn't believe me." "Wow. I'm going to be useless for the rest of the night now. I'm not sure I'll be able to think about anything else besides that image you put into my head.

Imagine if you and Logan got married? Tuck and Logan are like brothers to each other. We'd be almost like sisters-in-law." Emma laughed at Becca's crazy logic. "Uh, we're already sisters, but yeah, it would be cool.

Logan had infiltrated enemy strongholds with less effort than he was expending to get this family tell him the complete truth.... Something was very wrong when war seemed so much simpler than his home life.

The sofa has to go first. We can put that right in the truck to go to the church." "Is something going on I don't know about? Is the church paying top dollar for old stuff or something?

The discussion about how she was in Arizona stalking her birth mother, whose name she'd gotten on the duplicate birth certificate she'd ordered because she'd lost her original, should really happen in person, but that was impossible right now. Oh, what a tangled web...

Story of her life. The first cute guy she'd seen in what felt like ages and she met him at a dive bar located in another state hours away from where she lived.

Mr. Oklahoma Sex on Wheels

Books were heavy shit. Next time he offered to move someone, he'd make sure the person was less of an intellectual.

He wrestled his focus back to his present dilemma. The two of them standing in a cheap hotel room with nothing to do besides the obvious things a man and woman could do in a room with not much more than bed in it.

I love those shorts." A crinkled formed between her brows. "They're old and ratty."... "I like them, but if you don't, I'd be happy to take them off for you." He cocked one brow ....

His tongue claimed her, letting her know she was his, which was exactly what she wanted to be.

Yes." Tara's gaze moved from Jace's lips

If anything defeated her, it would be her own mind and self-doubt.