“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“She broke off the kiss again on a strangled gasp, staring at him, her chest heaving. “We’re not having sex here tonight.”… — Amy Andrews Copy Share Image
“Do I look stupid to you? That thing is just plain crazy.” “And when was the last time you did something crazy?”… — 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
“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
