Quotes About Seduction

You consume me I don't even fight Oh, I feel intoxicated... But beware I bite.

down. She wants him. This rubs Jon in all the right places.

Mia Reiter has found his mobile number. She must have gone to some effort to hunt him down. She wants him. This rubs Jon in all the right places.

He had relieved whores beyond counting of frocks, stays, chemises, garters, and stockings. He had never before in his life unbuttoned a gently bred maiden's glove. He'd committed salacious acts beyond number. He'd never before felt so depraved as he did now, as the last pearl came free and he drew the soft kid down, baring her wrist, and his dark fingers grazed the delicate skin he'd exposed.

A dress is a weapon. It must dazzle his eye, raise his temperature . . . and empty his purse.

It was unsettling. For a moment he believed she could see straight through his brain. Not that there was much to see. Still, he doubted she'd feel more amiably toward him if, for instance, she could discern how vast an amount of mental space his fantasies of seduction occupied, compared to the cramped corner devoted to the problem of murdered guides and corrupt police.

Znala sam da me želiš. To je jedino oko ?ega nikad nisam dvojila. Ali dovu?i te u svoju postelju — tebe, najve?eg kurvara u krš?anskom svijetu — zaboga, bilo je to gore nego onda kad sam Bertiea morala odvu?i zubaru. I

Her eyes widened. "You undid my frock!" "No, I didn't," he said. "Who else do you think could have done it?" she said, backing away into the shadows again. "It was fastened when I came in here. Do you think one of the horses did it?

You've the Devil's own tongue, and all his arts, I'm sure. You're like the bad angel, whispering in my ear — and I always listen.

Because Rowdy Yates was that and then some. He was also drop-dead gorgeous in a devilish, careless, edgy way. Where Reese tempered his sex appeal, Rowdy threw it out there without reserve, bludgeoning innocent bystanders with his raw magnetism.

Why, so you can charm my panties off again?

I don't want to dig him or his sexy self. But I keep losing my clothes when I'm with him.

A thong. God bless the thong. He hooked his fingers in the silk sides and tugged, rolling the silk down her legs until it hit the floor, his favorite place for panties.

Look," she said, "apparently you bring out my inner slut. I'm not going to thank you for that." Wyatt smiled that sexy smile of his. "I could make you." She pointed a finger at his nose. And then lowered it so it was pointed at another part of his anatomy entirely. "Don't even think about it." "Oh, I won't," he said silkily. "But you will." And she knew he was right.

She had no idea how long they kissed—and kissed—but she didn't think about stopping until she ran out of air. Breathing hard, she slowly opened her eyes and stared directly into his. They'd heated. Darkened. And something else. He wasn't looking so relaxed now. In fact, he was looking the opposite of relaxed. He looked…feral. And she was his prey.

He flashed her a smile, and holy mother of God, it was wickedly sexy.

Give me," she said. "Don't you mean please give me?" "You want me to beg?" That smile spread slightly. "Nah. I just heard you beg plenty." "I did not beg." But she had. She so had. Still grinning, still naked, he pulled her against him and pressed his mouth to her shoulder. "My panties, Mark.

Trying to cool his jets, trying to let her stay in charge, he attempted to hold back, but she let out this breathy little whimper like he was the best thing she'd ever tasted.

The kiss started out gentle, but quickly got serious and not so gentle. His lips parted hers, their tongues touched, and she heard herself moan. His hot mouth left hers and made its way along her jaw, her throat, where he planted open-mouthed kisses that made her shiver for more. If she hadn't been sitting, her knees wouldn't have held her up, because he kissed away her annoyance, her good sense, any ability to think, everything.

He was making it impossible for her to resist him, or even remember why she'd wanted to.

I'm not really into hurrying," he said. "What are you into?" "Slow. Long. Hard. Hot. Dirty…" His teeth sank into her earlobe. "You still in?

He held up his hand, and in it was... Oh, God. The neon-pink vibrator, glowing in the dark now. It was following her, stalking her, all the way down the yellow brick road to hell.

The kiss was hot and wet and deep and amazing, and by the time he lifted his head from hers, she could hardly remember her point, much less her name.

Oh, he wanted to sleep with her. Actually, he wanted to pull off her clothes with his teeth