Rocked Quotes

“If he could bottle her strength
and vitality, he would. He would take everything that
was Tessa and lock it into a corner of his heart, to take
out when the emptiness got too overwhelming.”
― Taryn Elliott, Ashes and Wine

“Instead of relying on technique she looked for cues that were individual to the man—her man—the quickening of his breath, a sighing moan and the grip of his fingertips on her hip. Her body listened to his and learned what was right instead of what her experience said should work. And in its place they became a dreamy roll of fluid exploration.”
― Taryn Elliott, Uncross Your Heart

“His hair was especially mussed. So much so that her fingertips tingled with the need to grab and plunder the curls and let her mouth work the wicked quirk of his lips that verged on a smile. But it was his eyes that hit her the hardest. A settled gray that would forever be stamped Happy Place in her mind.”
― Taryn Elliott, Uncross Your Heart

“She turned into his mouth again and her taste bloomed on his tongue. His stroking gentled until he pulled his hand free, cradling her close. No ghosts, no false starts, just them.”
― Taryn Elliott, Uncross Your Heart

“She twisted her hips in time to his rhythm, riding his hand. He couldn’t stop himself from dipping inside her heat, groaning when she coated his fingers, his palm—just, God, he wanted all that around him again.”
― Taryn Elliott, Uncross Your Heart

“She shut her eyes, digging her fingers into his shoulders as she slid herself down his length. He couldn’t quite stop the quick shout of pleasure as her knees clamped his hips, crowding around him with her warmth. He wanted to hold her there, to drown in her, but she was already moving. She lifted herself higher and he took the clue and sucked her elegant neck, drawing in her scent as she took him inside her again.”
― Taryn Elliott, Uncross Your Heart

“A long, low moan reverberated through her chest and into him. He sucked harder, flicking his tongue around the tiny pink tip. She was in the shadows cast by the late-day sun, leaving him little choice but to learn her by touch. He found the water-soft curve of her breast, running his tongue along the heaviest part of her until she filled his mouth. “More,” he murmured, shifting her higher until his teeth scraped along her ribs.”
― Taryn Elliott, Uncross Your Heart

“He stilled at her laughter. It was rich and sexy, dark and playful. Something he’d never heard out of her mouth. His vision blurred for a second when she dragged his shirt up enough for their skin to touch. Then she gave up on getting the shirt off and latched on to his mouth again. He groaned as the heat of her skin blazed against his.”
― Taryn Elliott, Uncross Your Heart

“She reached under the counter and grabbed a clear bowl. “Behind you, in the pantry with the green and purple door—yeah, that one. Can you grab the powdered sugar?” He opened the door and looked over his shoulder. “So does this make me a pastry chef too?” “It makes you a helper monkey.” He laughed. “Nice.” She dumped in milk and the powdered sugar and hit the glass bowl with her beater. “So that’s how you make Cool Whip?” She clenched the side of the bowl. “You’re so close to getting kicked out of my kitchen.”
― Taryn Elliott, Rocked

“Because food orgasms are personal, and I need to know who’s giving me one.”
― Taryn Elliott, Rocked

“Her eyebrow shot up as one girl walked right into his space, drawing little figure eights on his chest and doing her best Marilyn. Well, she looked more like Marilyn Manson, but the effect was the same. At least in the girl’s mind.”
― Cari Quinn, Rocked

“Their individual fingerprints were carved into the inside of a simple platinum band.”
― Taryn Elliott, Rocked