When he was sure she was asleep, he whispered, “I’ve had sex with dozens of women in my life, Zoe girl. But until tonight, I never knew what it meant to make love.”

Claire Gem

He stared, his blue eyes widening in surprise and something else I couldn’t quite define. Amusement. Anticipation. Maybe even lust.

Joanne Guidoccio

She wove her fingers through his damp hair, her torso arching over his. Soon everything became a swirl of heat, lilac, salt, and pleasure.

Jeannie Hall

Hey, handsome. The sleepy, sexy edge to her voice made him wish he was there to wrap around her. Breathe in her scent.

Kathryn Jane

Who needed cigarettes after sex? She had a sexy blues musician serenading her in bed, wearing nothing but his boxers and a smile.

S.A. Taylor
A Twisted Fate (work in progress)

Well, if she were honest, she didn’t regret making love, which had been awesome, rainbows, butterflies, mountaintops, and the symphony all rolled into one.

Marsha West

He could almost smell her lavender scent, feel the softness of her skin when his fingers skimmed over her breasts, across her stomach, down her thighs. He punched the shower wall and leaned his forehead against the tile while the water eased from hot to cold. But he barely noticed.

Sharon Wray
When Next We Meet (work in progress)

There was probably something wrong with him, but the thrill he got out of having complete control over his subjects filled his body with adrenaline, made his blood rush to his extremities, and turned him rock hard. Way better than sex.

Jacquie Biggar

She was the only woman who’d ever made him feel valued, respected and understood. He wouldn’t trade that for anything, even sex.

Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair