Steamy Romantic Quotes

#1. My favorite aerobic activity is reading steamy romantic thrillers. I figure an increased heart rate is an increased heart rate. Why quibble about methodology?

Linda Grimes

#2. Suddenly, he had to ask himself, was love at first sight actually possible

Bella Andre

#3. She lost herself in the kiss, moving her body against his, her excitement rising, the tension inside her spinning tighter and tighter.

Lynn Raye Harris

#4. Her skin glowed in dawn's soft light sneaking in through curtains, and she stretched her arms up toward the ceiling in a move that elongated everything above her waist and below his belt.

Avery Flynn

#5. For a long time we sit there not saying anything, enjoying the quiet of the bay and the occasional steamy knee bump.

Lisa Daily

#6. I was wrong." Taz whispered against her soft skin as he tried to process what in the hell was going on with him. "It's not me that's dangerous, it's you.

Avery Flynn

#7. No, but I imagine there's a gun tucked away somewhere on your body. And I know what you can do with that, hotshot."
He took a step toward her. "With what, sweetheart? With the gun? Or the body?

Lynn Raye Harris

#8. With deliberate slowness, he trailed a finger from the inside of her calf to the middle of her inner thigh. "Don't you dare move."
"You're so bossy."
"My bed, my rules.

Avery Flynn

#9. Heels on or off?" she asked as she locked her legs behind his back.
"Don't care.

Savannah Stuart

#10. Make your introductions and you're welcome to wander off with any of the women watching you like you're the last piece of chocolate on the first day of their period.

Avery Flynn

#11. Her gaze shifted from him to Keir and back again, a smile curling one end of her tantalizing lips. "So you're the brotherhood of the fighting toilet cleaners?

Avery Flynn

#12. She rubbed her lips over him, then lifted her head to meet his eyes. "Tell me what you like."
"Everything," he choked out. "I like everything you're doing."
"Tell me," she insisted....
Although it nearly killed him to say it, he mumbled, "Start slow. Make me beg for it.

Elle Kennedy

#13. It's a small closet."...
"It's a walk-in the size of Rhode Island," he teased...
"Isn't that just like a man to exaggerate the size of something?

Avery Flynn

#14. She dropped her head, touching his forehead with hers, and rolled her hips, not bothering or not able to keep quiet her sweet little mewl of pleasure. Her heat seeped into him, trapping him in the moment...

Avery Flynn

#15. Wine?" I asked, ready to order.
"I'd rather have Sex on the Beach." He winked at me with a devilish grin.

J.C. Reed