“I saw you on that field tonight, you rugby guys look like you were born knowing how to fuck.” — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“You told me your mother wants grandchildren.” “My mother wants George Clooney to move to the farm too but that ain’t ever… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Whatever am I going to do with that monster, Ryder Davis?” He gave a husky laugh. “I think you could probably just… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“She loved him. She loved Ryder Davis. She loved his stupid face and his dumb smile and his idiotic biceps.” — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“The man ticked all of her boxes. Compassionate, kind, thoughtful. But he was alpha as fuck on a rugby field. And in… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Trying to Jedi mind trick the towel into falling off me won’t work. You’re a rugby player not Luke Skywalker.” He grinned.… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“It’s just a dress.” Oh no. There was nothing just about it. Juliet was wearing a walking hard on. “With a zip.”… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Ryder cocked an eyebrow. “So that’s how you get men do your bidding.” She laughed, still looking into Tiny’s eyes. “By calling… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“They think they’re having such a good time,” he continued, whispering in her ear as he pulled out again. The two men… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“What do you want?” he whispered against the thick thud of her carotid pulse. “Tell me what you want, baby.” No one… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“If anyone had told Joss last week that she’d be dry humping a twenty-seven-year-old she’d met only five days prior in the… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“He slid the jack beneath the frame. “I’m down here now...Might as well go all the way.” Joss shut her eyes as… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Now, grip the bull tight with your thighs.” She dutifully tensed her thighs. “Not tense. Grip. Real hard with your whole thigh.”… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“You should come and watch me.” She frowned. “Watch you?” A small smiled nudged his lips. She didn’t need to be a… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“He took it off, and she could see his hair was damp with sweat, as was his shirt on closer inspection. He… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Tiny.” Juliet’s firm voice brought the dog to an abrupt halt much to Ryder’s immense relief. “Sit.” The damn dog sat and… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Now, how are you getting back to the motel?” He looked like he was going to argue some more, shifting slowly in… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“He’s obviously very well trained. He’s probably just confused about being handed around a bit and is acting out.” Ryder didn’t think… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“She didn’t notice the partially fogged vanity mirror as she walked toward the bathroom, either—two thick fluffy towels in hand. Not until… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“It was perfect. Just right. Just what the raging, frothing she-demon inside her needed. The demon that had driven the stupid argument… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“She was about to take a step back when his hand slid onto her leg. Slow and lazy. “You don’t wear your… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“I’ve been lumbered with this great lug of dog through a friend of a friend for a couple of months and he… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“I just wish I knew what he was thinking, you know?” Her eyebrows knotted as she searched his face for who knew… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Juliet stared at their reflection. One big hand lay flat against her belly, the other cupped and fondled her breast. Her nipples… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“How old are you?” “Twenty-seven.” Twenty-seven. Older than she’d thought. But still… “I’m thirty-four.” He lifted a shoulder. “So?” So? Joss sighed.… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“I’ve got some good physical therapy for you. Any good at fencing?” Joss almost choked on her mouthful of coffee. She sat… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“His jerky breath hit her system like a drug and she was in thrall. Of his potency. And hers. She didn’t want… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Shhh,” he whispered, his breath hot at her ear. His cock was hot too, poised at her entrance. “Like this. I want… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“He was so pumped, jumping up and down on the spot, showing off the taut lean muscles in his quads and calves… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“This what you want, huh?” He pulled her hips off the wall with his spare hand to fit snug against his body.… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“The noise of his zip was like the drag of a fingernail down her spine, and Juliet moaned, helpless to stop, as… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“She tasted good. Like salt and vinegar chips and Bailey’s Irish cream. Who knew that was such a fucking turn on?” — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“I’m not going to be the bad guy here, Ryder, because you can’t be like every other man out there and think… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“I liked you better when you were drugged.” “Yeah well, I liked you better when I was drugged too.” — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Sex makes people dumb.” Joss laughed. Never had truer words been spoken. “That’s deep there, cowboy.” “Hey.” He grinned. “I have layers,… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“I don’t suppose you’re going to be able to—” She looked around for lurking roommates and leaned in a little closer. “Fuck… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“There were only two things he was really good at. Riding bulls and satisfying women. But Joss wasn’t just another woman to… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“So you know how to ride a horse and muster and...stuff.” He laughed. “Yes. I know how to do stuff.” He squeezed… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“His woman. Part of her knew she should object to the wording. She wasn’t his woman. They weren’t together like that. But… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
