Suggestive Quotes

“Just erotic. Nothing kinky. It's the difference between using a feather and using a chicken.”
― Terry Pratchett, Eric

“I never arrive unannounced without something big and juicy in hand.
- Simon Hunt”
― dannika dark, Sterling

“But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping through the dark.”
― Updike, John, Rabbit, Run

“Here you go, dear."" The corners of Mrs. Colbert's mouth curled up. "You like meat, don't you?"
Emily blinked. Was it her, or did that statement seem...loaded? She checked Issac for his reaction, but he was innocently selecting a roll from a wicker basket. "Uh, thanks." Emily said, pulling the platter toward her. She did like meat. The kind you, um, eat.”
― Sara Shepard, Killer

“Can I ask you something personal?”

Six inches but I tell everyone eight.”
― John Barnes, Tales of the Madman Underground

“I think you need to get to know me better," he said, nuzzling the slim column of her throat. "Then you'll know my perfect match when you see her."
"Mmmm." She tipped her head to the side, giving him better access. "Good idea. I really shouldn't have jumped into this without doing the proper research. Usually I know the people I'm matching, but you are still a bit of a mystery."
A smile spread across his face. "I am open to being unraveled.”
― Sara Desai, The Singles Table

“Maybe I could pay you another way..."
His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment he thought his fantasy of her in those boots on his desk just might come true. "I'm all ears, sweetheart. And a whole lot of something else.”
― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game

“He needs to respect me and treat me as an equal. He has to support my desire to run my own business and not expect me to take on traditional roles."
Sam twisted his lips to the side as if deep in thought. "So, no missionary."
"Were you born like this or did you take courses on how to be a dick?"
A tiny grin hitched his mouth. "Missionary is the traditional position."
"If you're not going to take this seriously..."
His gaze fell to her mouth. "I'm taking it as seriously as you are licking that donut. I don't think there is even a speck of icing left. We should let Dilip know you are wicked talented with your tongue.”
― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game

“I think you should consider your alternatives."
"What alternatives?"
"Me."
She tilted her head down to hide her smile. "You aren't on the list."
"I don't care about the damn list, and I don't care about the game. I want you, Layla. And if I have to leave the office-"
"I don't want you to leave the office," she said softly. "I like sharing the space with you. I like being with you. I like that you're caring and protective. I like that you line up your pencils, and color-code your files, and that your shoes are always polished, and your ties are perfectly knotted. I like that you are funny and sarcastic, and some of the best times I've had have been interviewing people with you. I like how loyal you are, even though you support the wrong baseball team. I like that you pretend not to know any movies but you can list almost every horror film ever made. And I like the way you kiss."
His face softened and he gave a satisfied smile. "You like my kisses?"
"Very much."
"What else do you like?"
Layla licked her lips. "Take me to your place and I'll show you.”
― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game

“Stay in the closet and I promise to tell you the fantasy that I had about you and me and the Eagerson desk."
Sam ducked behind her father's spare shirts. "Does it involve handcuffs?"
"No handcuffs."
"Rope?"
"No."
"Chains?"
"It wasn't Fifty Shades of Brown, so don't get excited.”
― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game

“How's your room?"
"You could see for yourself if you popped in."
"Is that a line?"
"I don't know. Is it? Do you feel the compulsion to rush over to room 306 and see me right now? I promise I'll make it worth your while."
"Sorry, no compulsion."
"Too bad." He lowered his voice. "I'm still sore from hefting all those heavy platters in Auckland, and if you want me at the top of my beefcake game for your shoot tomorrow, you could give me that massage."
She laughed, a joyous sound that shot straight to his heart. Head. Gut. Wherever. "Nice try, but I'll pass."
"Your loss, sweetheart. Just think, you could be here right now, having me splayed on the bed at your mercy, all that bare skin to explore, running your hands over my pectorals, my biceps, my latissimus dorsi---"
"I hope that's not a fancy anatomical term for anything below the waist."
He guffawed, enjoying their sparring way too much. "You sure I haven't tempted you?"
She hesitated for a moment, before replying. "Maybe a little, but I really have to prep for tomorrow. I'm meeting with the head chef in thirty minutes to run through the dishes, then I'll need a few hours to go through my planning."
"Anything I can do to help?"
"Just bring the beefcake at eight sharp in the morning."
"Yes, ma'am."
"And Manny?"
"Yeah?"
"If I ever lose my mind and decide to give you a massage, I'll be starting at your very impressive gluteus maximus.”
― Nicola Marsh, The Man Ban

“Do you know what you get to ride?" He stood and swept his desk clear, spilling papers, pens, pencils, and his coffee cup onto the floor.
Languid in the chair, she licked her lips when he yanked open his belt. "Do I get three guesses?"
"You get one." He shoved down his pants and boxers. "A big one.”
― Sara Desai, The Singles Table

“You should go.'

'This is my room,' he points out, affronted. 'And that's my wife.'

'So you keep telling everyone,' the Bomb says. 'But I am going to take out her stitches, and I don't think you want to watch that.'

'Oh, I don't know,' I say. 'Maybe he'd like to hear my scream.'

'I would,' Cardan says, standing. 'And perhaps one day I will.' On the way out, his hand goes to my hair. A light touch, barely there, and then gone.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“Maybe you should... go.'

'Why? You seemed so insistent that I train you.'

'I can't concentrate with you around,' I admitted. 'And go... far. I can feel you from a room away.'

A suggestive curve shaped his lips.

I rolled my eyes. 'Why don't you just hide in one of those pocket realms for a bit.'

'It doesn't work like that. There's no air there.' I gave him a look to say he should definitely do it then, and he laughed. He jerked his chin at my tattoo. 'Give a shout down the bond if you get anything accomplished before breakfast.'

I frowned at the eye in my palm. 'What- literally shout at the tattoo?'

'You could try rubbing it on certain body parts and I might come faster.'

He vanished into nothing before I could hurl the candle at him.

Alone in the frost-gilded forest, I replayed his words and a quiet chuckle rasped out of me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“We planned the menu together: butter lettuce salad with a shallot, lemon, and caper vinaigrette, a huge tomahawk steak to share, wild mushroom risotto, and steamed broccolini, with a pistachio soufflé for dessert. Marcy dropped off some chocolate sablé cookies and caramelized white chocolate truffles last night to add to the party, as well as a gorgeous zucchini bread with chocolate chips "for breakfast," she said, winking.”
― Stacey Ballis, How to Change a Life

“As Susan walks away, Gloria looks at the man standing at the bar next to her, who seems to have his eyes affixed to her generous breasts. "Sorry," Gloria says, gesturing to his drink, "were you looking for something to put that on?”
― Brianne Moore, All Stirred Up

“Most of the women I've known don't like that much garlic."
"No? But they were all right with the heat, I guess?”
― Brianne Moore, All Stirred Up

“Excuse me." A pretty brunette appears at his elbow, tossing back her hair so he can get a good view down the front of her tube top. "Really sorry to bother you, but my friend and I have a bit of a bet on. Are you the guy from Outlander?"
"No," crows Calum, "he's better! You should see what happens when you put a hand on his old stones!”
― Brianne Moore, All Stirred Up

“I'm sure you could work it off," says Susan as the wine is brought out and a taster poured for Philip.
His eyes twinkle over the edge of the glass. "Did you have anything in mind?”
― Brianne Moore, All Stirred Up

“I felt like a nightcap, thought you might like one too."
"Nightcap...right..." she drawled, making a mockery of his excuse, her smirk alerting him to the fact she knew exactly what he was thinking.
"I've got a whole range of those little booze bottles ready and waiting in my room."
She widened her eyes in faux innocence and pointed at the bar over his shoulder. "But we've got a smorgasbord of big booze bottles waiting for us. Why would we need to drink in your room?"
Damn, he loved her sparring.
"You want me to spell it out?"
Defiant, she eyeballed him. "Yeah."
They'd flirted long enough. Time to up the ante.
Manny stood, moved next to her chair, and crouched down so he could murmur in her ear.
"I want you. Naked. Panting. Hot. Writhing for wanting me as bad as I want you. Splayed on my bed so I can go down on you. Before we fuck all night.”
― Nicola Marsh, The Man Ban

“Eager. I like that, Manny."
"Good morning to you too, Sleeping Beauty. Or should that be good afternoon?"
"It's still morning, though I feel like I've slept away the day."
"You must've needed it."
"Is that your medical opinion?"
"No. I'm off duty."
Just hearing his deep voice had Harper snuggling back under the covers, wishing he was next to her.
"Pity. Because I'm not feeling so good, and I was hoping you made house calls."
"What's wrong?"
"A distinct case of I-miss-you-itis."
"Damn it, if I wasn't halfway along this Craters of the Moon geothermal hike, I'd be there in a flash." He muttered a curse. "I know. I can give you a more accurate diagnosis over the phone if you do one thing."
Smiling, she said, "What?"
"Tell me what you're wearing."
Her thighs clenched as her smile extended into a grin. "My, my, Doctor, I didn't think this was one of those calls."
"You're in bed. You're missing me. What did you expect?"
"A little decorum."
"Yeah, sure."
"You're right. I want to torture you a little."
"A lot, considering I'm now envisaging you cute and sleep rumpled."
"What are you wearing?"
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I'm assuming there are families on that hike, and too much envisaging may lead to more than one tent pole in that national park."
He laughed so loudly she had to hold the cell away from her ear.
"You really are something else," he said. "And for the record? I miss you too."
"So I'll meet you in the foyer at four for our picnic?"
"Yeah. I found the perfect spot."
"Secluded?"
"Babe, you're killing me."
"Not yet, but maybe this will help." She lowered her voice. "I'm wearing nothing and I'm thinking of you."
She hung up on his garbled cry, grinning madly.”
― Nicola Marsh, The Man Ban

“Fuck, I can't get enough of you," he muttered, giving a shake of his head. Yeah, like that would clear it.
"We should go upstairs---"
"No. Picnic first," he muttered, knowing he'd regret this for the next few hours when he sat through the torturous process of putting food into her mouth while battling a distinct case of blue balls. "You deserve to be treated right."
Confusion clouded her eyes. "I want you, Manny. I don't need all the fancy trappings."
"This isn't a fancy date, it's low-key, and I want to spend some quality time with you."
The confusion cleared, replaced by amusement. "You sure you're not a woman trapped in a man's body?"
"Come on," he said, grabbing her hand. "Besides, the faster we eat, the faster you get to discover that my body is definitely all man."
She fell into step without having to be asked again.”
― Nicola Marsh, The Man Ban

“Are you up for dating a relationship-phobe and indoctrinating me into the ways of being part of a couple?"
This time, she didn't hesitate, her nod emphatic. "Let's do it."
He let out a whoop, wrapped his arms around her, and rolled her on top of him. "I need to leave soon, but how about we have a rousing celebration first?"
Desire sparked in her eyes as she slowly, deliberately, writhed against him. "You know how much I love a good celebration with you.”
― Nicola Marsh, The Man Ban

“I have a concealed weapon in my pocket I could show you," he whispered.
"Don't you dare...”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“Your lady has a pitch to give, so how about you put the sword away and give her a kiss for luck?"
With a soft growl, Liam grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his chest, grinding his hips against her black suit skirt. "How about we exchange this sword for another?”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“Rhys followed that gaze. 'Her breasts are rather spectacular, aren't they? Delicious as ripe apple.'

I fought the urge to scowl, and instead slid my attention to him, as indolently as he'd looked at me, at the others. 'Here I was, thinking you had a fascination with my mouth.'

Delighted surprise lit Rhys' eyes, there and gone in a heartbeat.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Rhys followed that gaze. 'Her breasts are rather spectacular, aren't they? Delicious as ripe apples.'

I fought the urge to scowl, and instead slid my attention to him, as indolently as he'd looked at me, at the others. 'Here I was, thinking you had a fascination with my mouth.'

Delighted surprise lit Rhys' eyes, there and gone in a heartbeat.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I saw a pretty shop across the Sidra the other day. It sold what looked to be lots of lacy little things. Am I allowed to buy that on your credit, too, or does that come out of my personal funds?'

Those violet eyes again drifted to me. 'I'm not in the mood.'

There was no humour, no mischief. I could go warm myself by a fire inside, but...

He had stayed. And fought for me.

Week after week, he'd fought for me, even when I had no reaction, even when I had barely been able to speak or bring myself to care if I lived or died or ate or starved. I couldn't leave him to his own dark thoughts, his own guilt. He'd shouldered them alone long enough.

So I held his gaze. 'I never knew Illyrians were such morose drunks.'

'I'm not drunk- I'm drinking,' he said, his teeth flashing a bit.

'Again semantics,' I leaned back in my seat, wishing I'd brought my coat. 'Maybe you should have slept with Cresseida after all- so you could both be sad and lonely together.'

'So you're entitled to have as many bad days as you want, but I can't get a few hours?'

'Oh, take however long you want to mope. I was going to invite you to come shopping with me for said lacy little unmentionables, but... sit up here forever, if you have to.'

He didn't respond.

I went on, 'Maybe I'll send a few to Tarquin- with an offer to wear them for him if he forgives us. Maybe he'll take those blood rubies right back.'

His mouth barely, barely tugged up at the corners. 'He'd see that as a taunt.'

'I gave him a few smiles and he handed over a family heirloom. I bet he'd give me the keys to his territory if I showed up wearing those undergarments.'

'Someone thinks mighty highly of herself.'

'Why shouldn't I? You seem to have difficulty not staring at me day and night.'

There it was - a kernel of truth and a question.

'Am I supposed to deny,' he drawled, but something sparked in those eyes, 'That I find you attractive?'

'You've never said it.'

'I've told you many times, and quite frequently, how attractive I find you.'

I shrugged, even as I thought of all those times- when I'd dismissed them as teasing compliments, nothing more. 'Well, maybe you should do a better job of it.'

The gleam in his eyes turned into something predatory. A thrill went through me as he braced his powerful arms on the table and purred, 'Is that a challenge, Feyre?'

I held that predator's gaze- the gaze of the most powerful male in Prythian. 'Is it?'

His pupils flared. Gone was the quiet sadness, the isolated guilt. Only that lethal force- on me. On my mouth. On the bob of my throat as I tried to keep my breathing even. He said, slow and soft, 'Why don't we go down to that store right now, Feyre, so you can try on those lacy little things- so I can help you pick which ones to send to Tarquin.'

My toes curled inside my fleece-lined slippers. Such a dangerous line we walked together.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Rhys's face was drawn, his shoulders tense as I gripped them. I knew what to expect, but... even after he told me what he needed me to do, even after I had agreed, he'd been... aloof. Haunted.

Worried for me, I realised.

And just because of that worry, just to get that tightness off his face, even for these few minutes before we faced his unholy realm beneath that mountain, I said over the wind, 'Amren and Mor told me that the span of an Illyrian male's wings says a lot about the size of... other parts.'

His eyes shot to mine, then to pine-tree-coated slopes below. 'Did they now.'

I shrugged in his arms, trying not to think about the naked body that night all those weeks ago- though I hadn't glimpsed much. 'They also say Azriel's wings are the biggest.'

Mischief danced in those violet eyes, washing away the cold distance, the strain. The spymaster was a black blur against the pale blue sky. 'When we return home, let's get the measuring stick, shall we?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Rhys's face was drawn, his shoulders tense as I gripped them. I knew what to expect, but... even after he told me what he needed me to do, even after I had agreed, he'd been... aloof. Haunted.

Worried for me, I realised.

And just because of that worry, just to get that tightness off his face, even for these few minutes before we faced his unholy realm beneath that mountain, I said over the wind, 'Amren and Mor told me that the span of an Illyrian male's wings says a lot about the size of... other parts.'

His eyes shot to mine, then to pine-tree-coated slopes below. 'Did they now.'

I shrugged in his arms, trying not to think about the naked body that night all those weeks ago- though I hadn't glimpsed much. 'They also say Azriel's wings are the biggest.'

Mischief danced in those violet eyes, washing away the cold distance, the strain. The spymaster was a black blur against the pale blue sky. 'When we return home, let's get out the measuring stick, shall we?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury