“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
“There have to be rules though.” She pulled out of the kiss, withdrawing her finger as well, sliding it down his chin… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“So, let me get this right.” He braked at a traffic light and yanked at the edges of his bow tie, reefing… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“He cocked an eyebrow and Joss’s gaze was once again drawn to the white scar that slashed it in half. “You been… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“I can’t have sex with you, Troy.” “Yeah. You’ve mentioned it once or twice.” She groaned again. “It’s just that…you’re so damn… — 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
“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 meant what I said about sex.” His hand slid all the way up her leg, pushing what little skirt was still… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Thankfully he was wearing a towel—even if it was positioned sinfully low on his hips. But that still left an awful lot… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Did you jack off last night?” He swallowed, his throat undulating against her lips. “No.” “Really?” He wouldn’t be the first guy… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“So...just kissing ...?” If he was disappointed, he didn’t show it. Kudos to him. “Some feeling up is allowed, but nothing below… — 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
“You’re driving me crazy.” His ragged words were barely louder than a whisper but wicked hot against her neck. And he didn’t… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“I just don’t understand why they’d think we were together, when I’m leaving the country to live on the other side of… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“I’m texting your picture, your name, and your address to one of my flatmates. In case I’m letting your beautiful building blind… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Her gaze dropped to the zipper of his shorts, still sporting a significant bulge. “Think you can deal with that thing all… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Calm down?” Her voice went really low, her eyes glittering. “Don’t tell me to calm down. I’m so freaking horny at the… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Think you can last eight seconds?” Joss was one hundred percent, absolutely, positively certain that she would not. She was even more… — 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 tell it… — 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 mind reader… — 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 bathroom of… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“You said he was a perfectly adequate lover." "Perfectly adequate? I dont suppose I ever said that about you?" She only had to look… — 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 Tiny was… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“I saw you on that field tonight, you rugby guys look like you were born knowing how to fuck.” — 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.” His voice… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“I think you just made me forget my own name. Not even amnesia managed that.” — 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 scrubs home,”… — 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 up straight… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
