Extreme Exposure Quotes

“She had just pulled her dress coat from it's hanger when Connor came bouncing out of her bedroom and down the hallway with something in his hand.

"Mommy, what's this jiggle stick?"

She looked up to see her son standing not two feet away from Reece with her purple jelly vibrator in his hand. And he was shaking it, making it waggle back and forth.”
― Pamela Clare, Extreme Exposure

“Bit it was her scent that just about killed him. Clean skin. Woman. And something more—something that made him feel like dispensing with five thousand years of civilization, dragging her off to a cave somewhere, and filling her with babies.”
― Pamela Clare, Extreme Exposure

“I think you need someone in your life you can depend on, someone you can confide in when things go to hell at work, someone to massage your tired feet and your stiff shoulders, someone to bring you tea and cook a meal once
in a while. Someone to be there for you.”
― Pamela Clare, Extreme Exposure

“Oh, jeez, I’m going to come!”
His voice was rough. “Goddamn straight you are!”
― Pamela Clare, Extreme Exposure

“I love you Reece Sheridan."
He grinned. "I kinda figured.”
― Pamela Clare, Extreme Exposure

“He opened her door, helped her to the ground, and held
her before him. “You’re cold.”
Unable to meet his gaze, Kara spoke without thinking.
“N-no, it’s not that.”
His brow furrowed for a moment and then he seemed to
understand. He grinned, a sexy know-it-all grin, and ran a
finger down her cheek. “I’m glad I was able to provoke a
reaction.”
Her sexual frustration became irritation. She glowered at
him. “How is it you remain so unaffected?”
His eyebrows rose, and he gave a snort. “Unaffected?”
Without warning, he cupped her bottom, pulled her hard
against him, and she felt the unmistakable evidence of his
arousal. He was rock-hard, huge.
Her inner muscles clenched—hard—and the air rushed
out of her lungs. “Oh!”
He thrust against her, his eyes dark with obvious male
hunger. His voice was deep and husky. “Nothing about you
leaves me unaffected, Kara.”
― Pamela Clare, Extreme Exposure

“I'm not like him, Kara. Whoever he is, I'm not like him."
She ran a hand over his chest, with its mat of golden curls and teased one flat brown nipple, desire already running hot in her veins. "No. No you're not.”
― Pamela Clare, Extreme Exposure

“You need a man, Kara. A man you can open up to. A man whose passion for life matches yours. A man who grabs your hair in big fistfuls and twists and pulls it when he's fucking you. A man willing to walk wire for you.”
― Pamela Clare, Extreme Exposure

“But I should be the one to check! It’s my house, and you shouldn’t have to do it just because you’re the man.” He cast her a withering glance that was probably lost in the darkness. “Burn a bra if you want, but don’t be ridiculous!” “Reece!” “What?” “Be careful!”
― Pamela Clare, Extreme Exposure

“If I ever have a baby, I’m going to have a Brazilian wax first. Keep it pretty, you know?”

“Honey, when you’ve got an eight-pound object coming out of your cooter, the last thing you’re going to care about is how it looks.”
― Pamela Clare, Extreme Exposure