Scandalous Quotes

“Good evening," he whispered, just a touch too close to her ear to be proper.
She turned toward him with a blush and he finally had the pleasure of seeing the color of her eyes. Jade green. Magnificent. Even if this woman proved to be an unattainable challenge, he'd certainly chosen well.
"G-Good evening," she stammered as she straightened up to smooth the front of the gown that matched those jade eyes perfectly.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“Sure enough, he saw Kat in the distance, wearing a red coat with a fur-lined collar, trudging through the snow at a leisurely pace.
Immediately, he made plans to buy her at least two other outfits in that startling shade. It brought out the soft pink in her skin and the dark midnight of her hair. Perhaps a nightgown in red. Red satin that he could peel off her shoulders...
His body clenched with need as hot blood moved to the most uncomfortable places. She inspired such strong reactions in him. Such outrageous desires.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“And then he was inside of her, filling her every inch with pleasure and need and fulfillment. He kissed her as he began to stroke, and she felt herself approach a powerful climax almost immediately.
He caught her cries with his mouth and offered her no respite from his continued thrusts, bringing her down and up, over and again until she was begging him. To stop. To keep going. To make her forget all the bad things that had happened that day, that would happen someday.
And with one final thrust, he obliged, sending them both careening over one last edge.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“He cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers before his dark head came down and he drummed his tongue lightly over the taut flesh.
She dipped her head back with a throaty, "Yes."
Her womb contracted as he suckled while one hand crept slowly, purposefully, under her gown and up her smooth leg. A trail of fire and need was left in its wake.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“This is the second time you've escaped me," she said lightly, watching carefully for his reaction.
"I could never wish to escape you," he said with a grin, but behind it was something heated and filled with desire. It almost melted her.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“Katherine, I'm sorry. Sorry about deceiving you and sorry I allowed you to be shackled to my brother. If I could but take back my actions..."
Katherine stiffened her spine and folded her arm into the crook of Dominic's. "If I could go back in time, I would change nothing," she said softly. "I thank the heavens every single day I didn't find myself shackled, as you put it, to you. Because you are the only bastard in this room. Dominic is just a victim of a family who never gave him a chance to find out the truth about himself." She shot Cole a hard look first, then Larissa.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“Mmmph."
Dominic slowly turned to the bed. In the glow of the firelight, he saw a lump beneath the blankets. A shapely lump. A lump that resembled his wife.
What was Katherine doing there? She had been so furious when she left him in the attic earlier in the day. He was sure she'd finally make good on her vow to sleep in her own chambers. Yet there she lay, dark hair spread across the pillows and her arm draped across his side of the bed, as if she'd reached out for him some time during the night.
Frozen by her beauty and the surprise of her presence, Dominic stared at her. He was overwhelmed by a feeling of tenderness toward this woman he'd not known just a few months before.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“Katherine shivered with the feeling of being joined. It amazed her each and every time how perfectly they fit. Like his body had been built for no other purpose than to give her pleasure. To give her comfort.
The thought made her rock forward. Her sentiments were lost in a wave of pleasure so intense she nearly climaxed right away. As she slowly rode him, Dominic leaned up and drew one nipple between his lips. When he sucked ever so gently, an orgasm rippled through her with the power of a wild storm.
She thrashed out a harder rhythm as she let out a wail of pleasure and emotion and need for more. He didn't disappoint as he grasped her hips and helped her grind against him. She rolled her head back over her shoulders as his fingers pressed into the flesh of her backside, guiding her toward another chance at rapture.
"Say my name," she begged, wanting him to let go this time as she had lost control so many times before. "Say it, please."
He pumped into her harder, taking her to the edge she craved so much. She danced along its precipice for only a moment before she could no longer contain her scream of delight. He joined her a brief second later, calling her name while he pulsed hot into her and dragged her down for a possessing kiss.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“Wordlessly, he took a long step closer. She drew in a sharp breath of anticipation. It was so hard to resist him when he looked at her that way. Those bright eyes and half-grin melted her insides. She found herself actually swaying.
"Y-you must be tired," she stammered, as she gripped the curtain even tighter. The brocade dug its pattern into her palm, but she worried it was the only thing keeping her upright at the moment. The only thing grounding her.
"I'm hungry," he whispered in that gravelly voice that touched her very core.
She grasped at the lifeline his words offered. "Yes, well I could ring and see where the food is. Or we could go down and explore our new dining room." She flinched at the desperation in her voice.
He cut her off with a wicked grin. "I wasn't talking about food. I'm hungry for you."
Her knees buckled, but she managed to stay upright with a stunning show of self-control. A voice in her head screamed at her to resist, but her body didn't seem capable of listening. Everything tingled like he had already touched her, and her lips throbbed for his kiss.
"I- I will perform my 'wifely duty' if I must," she said shakily, hoping her use of the term would put him off.
His eyes lit up, but he chuckled rather than turn away. She cursed herself. Obviously he could see how much she wanted him, despite her protestations. She turned to face the window so he could no longer read the need in her eyes.
"Was last night so terrible, then?" he asked.
Suddenly, he was at her back, his breath caressing her neck before his lips descended to claim the skin left uncovered by her gown. She stiffened as hot sensation rushed through her, enveloping her in a web of desire.
"I-it was fine." She fought to breathe as he unfastened one button at the back of her gown and flicked his tongue across the flesh he revealed. "If you like that sort of thing."
He responded with a low laugh that reverberated across her skin. Her eyes fluttered shut as she barely held back her answering moan.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“Judging from what just happened, I predict we'll be completely enamored of each other for some time to come. Completely..."
"Obsessed," she whispered, though it seemed more to herself than to him. Her tone troubled him, for it was distant and pained.
With a gentle tug, he rolled her over to face him. Her green eyes were wide and full of tangled emotions. Fear and worry and even the glimmer of remaining lust. He bent to place a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Only if we're lucky." Then gentle turned more possessive and the stiffness of her body relaxed as he drew her closer.
Yes, he could very easily become obsessed with his wife. And he intended to have her just as addicted to him.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“Dominic," she gasped from above him. "What are you-?"
He didn't allow her to finish before he pressed the most intimate of kisses against her. With a hoarse cry of surprise and pleasure, she gripped at his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin as he stroked his tongue along her sex, tasting her like the sweetest wine. With each sinful kiss, he felt her move closer to the brink. He loved being the one to take her there.
By God, she was the most responsive lover he ever had. Though she was inexperienced, she was a quick learner. Her body was made for him to take and to give. And he relished every moment.
Katherine's vision blurred as Dominic slipped a finger inside her and continued to kiss her in that scandalous, fantastic manner. Her body was alive, aware in a way she hadn't been before. The pleasure was focused and intense as he quickened the pace of his tongue and fingers. And then, just as she was sure she couldn't bear the intensity any longer, she fell over an edge and experienced a release more powerful than any the night before. Her body thrashed wildly as she cried out over the long, insistent waves of her climax.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“Then he moved, rotating his hips in slow, smooth circles. Katherine shut her eyes with a low groan at this new experience. How could something so simple feel so devilishly good? Yet it did. And it was feeling better by the second. He circled and thrust, fast and slow until she found her hips rising to meet him.
She clenched her hands into fists against the solid planes of muscle across his back. Her breathing came heavier, but so did his, rasping like music to her ears as she realized he was fighting for control as much as she was. As he thrust faster, the pleasure rose again. Her muscles trembled, her hips lifted uncontrollably and moans she couldn't hold back were ripped from her lips.
They built ever closer and closer to a moment. She knew it was coming, but didn't know what it was. Only that she wanted it more than she could remember wanting anything in her life. She craved release, but also that he wouldn't stop.
And then she couldn't think at all as the bubble of pleasure that had been building inside her burst free. She wailed low and loud as she collapsed back on the pillows.
Dominic gripped Katherine's shoulders as she thrashed out a release so powerful he felt it coursing through his own body. Somehow he managed to keep his rhythm, bringing her along as far as he could before he lost all control and joined her, pouring into her with a hoarse cry that echoed in the room around them.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“In a few swift motions, he shrugged out of his remaining clothes. In the dwindling fire and candlelight, nothing was left to Katherine's imagination. And now she knew just what all the fuss was about.
The man was like a god. From the broad shoulders to the tapered waist, the strong arms and legs, to the hard thrust of an erection that jutted proudly between his legs, he was what a higher power had imagined when He created Man.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“Uh, you're going to take off your clothes?" she asked.
He gave her a grin. "Well, I normally don't sleep in my full regalia."
"What do you sleep in?"
He couldn't resist. "Nothing.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“I'll ring for someone to take my hair down." The tremor in her voice grew stronger and struck both a primal and protective chord in him.
"No." He held up his hand to keep her from crossing to the bell at the door. The idea of someone invading their privacy was actually physically painful for him. "I'll do it."
"Take my hair down?" Her eyes widened. "You?"
Nodding, he motioned to the dressing table. She sat and he found himself staring down at the crown of black satin that was her elaborate hairstyle. Had he ever taken a woman's hair down? He didn't think so, but the scent of lavender that seemed to hang around her addled his mind and filled his senses until he couldn't have moved if she paid him good money.
Slowly, he eased his fingers into her hair and she let out a long sigh as he massaged her scalp.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, surprised he could breathe, let alone speak.
"N-No." In the mirror, her eyes darkened and dilated.
If that was her reaction to his touch, he planned to take her hair down each and every night. With trembling fingers, he set about finding the pins. Finally, her hair cascaded down her back in a long, flowing cloak. It wafted out sweetness as a few strands brushed his legs and fell to her hips. He might have believed he'd died and was in heaven if he weren't so aware of his body's sinful reactions to touching her.
"Brush," he requested softly.
She complied with shaking hands.
Stroke by stroke, he glided the brush bristles through her hair- gently, so as not to hurt her, he smoothed the waves. How had he not known how erotic a woman's hair could be? He prided himself on his experience, but for the first time in a long time, he questioned his prowess.
It affected her, too. In the mirror he could see her shut her eyes, and apparently try to bite back soft moans each time his hands weaved through her hair. Triumph coursed through his every nerve and vein.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“Even behind the so-called protection of the changing screen, Dominic could see every line of Katherine's body in the firelight. He supposed he should feel guilty, but that was the furthest thing from his mind as he watched her shadow stoop to pick up her nightgown.
By God, she was perfect. From the soft curve of her breasts as the shift slipped over them, to the long lines of her arms and legs, it seemed her body had been plucked from his most detailed, sinful fantasy.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“We hardly know each other, and yet we find ourselves bound for the rest of our lives. What can you say to bridge that fact?"
Gripping the seat edge, he leaned forward until they were just a breath apart. "How about what's your favorite color?"
She laughed despite her widening eyes. "I've always been partial to lavender."
Taking a breath of her scent, he nodded. "Of course you are. And my favorite color is green. Jade green."
He let his gaze linger on that very color, reflected in her shimmering eyes. His compliment didn't fail to hit its mark, for she turned those jade eyes away with a small smile.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“You should go and enjoy your last night of freedom."
Dominic held tight to her hands with one of his own, while with the other he tilted up her chin until she was forced to meet his stormy gaze.
"Don't worry, Kat. I intend to."
With that, his mouth came down on hers to claim her in a way she had never been claimed before. Their last kiss was warm and gentle, an exploration. This kiss devoured, consumed. And in her surprise, she responded. She slipped her hands from his to wrap them around his neck and into his hair. The dark locks slid like warm silk through her chilly fingers and the friction of the action caused her to kiss him deeper.
He tasted very faintly of cigar smoke tinged with just the sharpest hint of whiskey. She never would have thought that taste would please her, but somehow it fit him. Smoky and tangy melded together in a way that made her knees go weak.
Not that she needed their support. The moment their lips touched, Dominic crushed her against him and became her support and her prison all at once. A prison she didn't feel any desire to escape.
In comparison to the air and the cold of the snow, he was as hot as fire. She was molded against a hard, lean body that melted her defenses and made her groan.
"Dominic," she whimpered against his lips.
He smiled between hot kisses. "So you do know my name. Say it again." Instead she lifted her lips for another kiss, but he held back. "Say it."
"Dominic," she repeated, so low he barely heard it. But it was loud enough for now. Later, he would make her cry out his name. It would be a plea and a prayer as he took her careening over an edge he doubted she even knew existed. Yet.
Just the thought of that made hot blood pump harder through him and he brought her even closer. Slowly, he moved his mouth away from hers and began a leisurely trail down her throat. To his delight, she arched against him with a quiet moan as her fingers dug into the layers of his coat.
Emboldened by her passionate response, he pressed her back against the terrace wall as one hand brushed up her body until he cupped her breast.
Her eyes flew open in surprise, but within the green depths he saw no fear, rather a haze of desire and surrender. With a half-smile, he kissed her again, this time with more control as he gently massaged the nipple thrusting out even through her heavy gown.
Her mouth came open with a gasp of pleasure and he drank deeply of her taste. He wanted her. Now. Tonight. Tomorrow wasn't going to come fast enough.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“How could such an innocent-looking pair of lips leave her feeling so... wicked? Worse yet, how could they reside on a face that was far from innocent? With thick dark hair that was just a fraction too long to be decent, piercing gray eyes, and the hard lines of his face, Dominic Mallory was sin embodied.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“He dared to reach out, finally took the prize he'd been longing to claim. He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek, then cupped her chin to tilt her face up. For a moment, she let him hold her so close that her hot breath brushed his face, then with a start she stumbled away.
"N-no. You shouldn't do that. I'm engaged to your brother."
Her lips formed the words of protest, but her eyes told a different story. She liked his touch, liked his closeness. Deep inside, in places she'd been taught to ignore, she wanted him. A surge of triumph and rekindled desire caught Dominic off guard.
He smiled as he edged closer again, thoroughly enjoying the hunt in a way he hadn't for a long time.
"A married man can't be engaged, Kat."
That made her turn and she steadied herself on the terrace wall when she realized how close he was. But she didn't step away.
"You shouldn't call me that." Her voice trembled like her hands.
"Why? I like it. It fits you." He edged even closer and touched her face a second time. This time she leaned into his palm with a small, almost imperceptible whimper. "But I promise I'll only call you Kat when we're alone. When we're in bed."
Her lips parted with surprise. "We won't ever share a bed," she murmured, but the protest was weak, indeed.
"No?" he whispered.
With a slow dip of his head, Dominic captured her lips. Though she didn't pull back, she seemed frozen with shock and didn't respond immediately either. But that was just part of the challenge. Gently, Dominic nibbled her lower lip, tasting the sweet honey of her skin until she opened her mouth to him with a gasp. He took the access she granted and tasted her. He continued to be gentle, exploring rather than plundering. There would be time to ravage and pillage later.
Finally, with a moan that came from deep within her, Katherine slid her hands up to clutch his arms and tentatively returned his kiss. The reaction sent a rush of longing through him that it nearly unmanned him. The control he'd been so carefully practicing suddenly fled.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“You were mentioned so few times, I could count them on one hand. I was hardly aware of your existence before I stumbled upon you lurking on this very terrace."
Dominic couldn't help the smile that twitched to his lips. This one was sharp. Perhaps too sharp to fool, despite Cole's pronouncements to the contrary. But then Dominic's brother had never been one to recognize the strengths in others, only identify weaknesses to exploit.
Dominic couldn't deny how much he liked Katherine's wit and her utter lack of fear or pretense. The fact that she was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever encountered didn't hurt either. Especially in the snow. Her dark hair and bright eyes stood out even clearer on the flushed pink of her cheeks. It was like she was a snow queen who had wandered from her own realm and found herself here. With him.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“Katherine is mine now, I don't want you manipulating her any longer. I'll handle this in my own way. And I won't talk to her until tomorrow. She's had enough shock for one day."
With a shrug, his brother rose to his feet. "Very well. But I warn you, Dominic, she may look like a fragile dove, but Katherine is more of a fighter than you realize. You'll have to keep a short leash on her."
"Actually, Colden, from the first moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she wasn't fragile." Dominic opened the door and gave his brother one last glare. "And if she's a fighter, then perhaps she's more my match than she ever would have been yours.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“My, my, my," he drawled in that gravelly voice that brought her body to full attention. "This Kat has claws."
Heat filled her face again, but it wasn't from embarrassment this time. No, some other emotion made her blush, though she had no name for it, or for the shaking that accompanied it. This man was mocking her, but still all she could do was stare into his gray eyes and be sucked in by his presence.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“Dominic Mallory had never been one to debauch virgins, but he was beginning to think he should make an exception for this beauty. He took a quick glance around the wide stone terrace before he stepped farther back into the shadows. Good, they were alone. He ground out his cigar as he blew a last circle of smoke into the cold air. If he had it his way, nothing would disturb this moment. Rushing a seduction took all the anticipation out of it.
Seduction hadn't been his plan when he arrived at his family's estate. In fact, he'd come straight to the terrace in order to avoid the celebration inside. Now he knew he'd made the right choice. He could have a much more interesting party alone with this young woman.
She leaned on the terrace wall, completely oblivious to his presence. He had been more than aware of hers from the moment she slipped from the crowded ballroom into the frosty night. Now she stared up at the stars, giving him the impression that her heart and mind were leagues away. Her jet black hair matched the inky sky. Somehow during the evening, a few long, curly strands had come down from the elaborate pile on her head, leaving a tantalizing trail down the middle of her back. A trail he longed to follow with his lips.
He sighed softly.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous