Manhattan Storm Quotes

“What does an overly handsome jock want with me?”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Storm

“His eyes are on me, smiling.
The gaze promises hot things.
Dirty things.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Storm

“The long line of his limbs, the pleasing way his body carries him forward. He’s an artist’s dream. If you’re into pretty things.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Storm

“What’s so special about a guy throwing around a ball anyway? I prefer a brain. Someone to have a conversation with. Not a gorilla with a two-syllable limit and an IQ that’s the size of a popcorn kernel.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Storm

“I need sugar to survive, it’s part of my DNA.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Storm

“I’m a born football player. Without that I don’t know who I am.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Storm

“Bexley Fischer will just have to accept that I’m going to be her king.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Storm

“The problem with being the eldest of four kids is, I had to get used to sharing everything real fast. Toys. Candy. Pets. Parents.
I was an only child for almost twelve months, then Lachie came along. Right after was Sage and Raene. I’ve always been taught to share my stuff.
Being the oldest I have to lead by example, show my siblings that we aren’t self-centred savages.
But not this.
I won’t share Bexley—even if Tommy Bianchi has a prior claim.
Mine. Mine.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Storm

“I know I’ll never be satisfied with only one date.
I have a gut feeling, not even a thousand dates with Theo Fierro will be enough.
Either way I’m going to be left wanting more.
And twice as needful now I’ve had that giant boy on my tongue.
Why do all the impossible ones have to taste like Gods?”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Storm

“Chicken in a basket, the boy could kiss my socks off and I’d thank him for my bare feet being cold.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Storm

“I’ve never awaited a kiss more in my whole life.
“It won’t hurt, I promise.” He husks throatily, lowering his head, blocking out the sun so all I see are twin blues and my own lust mirrored back in them.
I’m right. It’s a kiss like no other I’ve had before.
He doesn’t plunder, not at first.
His lips edge across mine—first the top, then the bottom, coaxing me to open. He presses lightly, teasing me almost into whimpering. Of course I want more, I’m out of my flipping mind wanting the kiss, so I drag at his shirt, as if to tell him to get on with it already and that’s when his mouth opens, and my brain switches off.
His mouth lays waste to mine in a not-so-surprising and yet all arousing eating kiss that feels as though he’s wolfing me down from the inside with each measured flick of his tongue. His taste floods through me, not a corner of my body is left out of the pleasure soaking out of Theo and into me.
He kisses like I’ve always wanted to be kissed by a man.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Storm

“His grin is nuclear kind of gorgeous.
Jesus, so gorgeous, it should be registered as a weapon.
His parents should be slapped for making him this hot.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Storm

“The devil on my shoulder tugs on my hair and leads me to the delicious promises a pair of footballer lips offer.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Storm

“I want to fuck Bexley Fischer like she’s never been fucked before. Wipe all other pleasure from her memory and replace it with the bone shaking pleasure I ache to give her.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Storm

“One date and I’m already craving everything, Bexley. Especially from these gorgeous lips. Put them on me,” he grunts.
“Was it… was it the way I ate my gummy bears?”
He laughs, the noise went from his mouth into mine and I sigh dreamily, leaning into him. He’s too potent for me to resist. How can I leave it at one date after he’s said all that sweet stuff? I’m a woman, not a robot. Anyone’s resolve would melt like water on sugar if a sexy as sin guy talks about being obsessed with kissing them.
“You were pretty brutal nibbling their ears off first.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Storm

“Beautiful,” his voice low and husky, his nose knocks mine, running up and down the side. “I not only want it, I want you to want it, too. To crave my kiss, to ache for the taste of me coating your lips. I don’t want you throwing me a bone because it’s the thing to do on dates.” When his nose travels along mine this time I hold my breath, my fingers grapple on the front of his shirt as I listen to his seductive words coming out of that perfect, kissable mouth. The same mouth I list forward towards. “I would die for another kiss, Bexley, but I want you obsessed and consumed for it, too. To know I’m the only thing you can think about.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Storm

“She gasps, tipping her chin back, studying me. What I’m not seeing is a get the fuck off me right now red light and it’s impossible to ask me to wait a second longer to taste her, not with the hollow rush of blood through my ears.
“Have to kiss you, Bexley.”
Another little sexy gasp and her pupils blow out to pure black. And then like it’s the biggest imposition to her, she huffs, chewing her lip again and presents her mouth. “Fine, get it over with.”
Another time I will joke about how she’s taking one for the team or something equally lame like that, but I’m a frantic man and I’ve just been given the keys to heaven again. No way am I pumping the breaks on my lust to say some damn joke.
My lips take hers; I try to go gentle, I really do, but there’s something so drugging about Bexley that pulls me in. Almost like she has full control over my body, because the kiss becomes feral in seconds.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Storm

“I’m basically on a pity date, but what beautiful Bexley Fischer doesn’t realize. I’m a ball player, and I go all out to win.
I’m going to win her.”
― V. Theia, Manhattan Storm