Hot Romance Quotes

“Kato looks ill. “I… It… Me…” He stares at the massive snake. “Big.”
I squeeze his arm. “Don’t worry. You’ll speak in complete sentences again soon.”
― Amanda Bouchet, Breath of Fire

“It’s time to be the person you were meant to be, Cat. You don’t just have to make decisions and stand by them now. You have to live with them.”
― Amanda Bouchet, Breath of Fire

“He was worth waiting for, even when I didn’t know he was coming into my life.”
― Cristin Harber, Ricochet

“I’m so sick of polite sex. I want someone to pull my hair. I want my ass smacked, I want fuzzy handcuffs and maybe some mild restraints—I’m not that kinky that I want the whole whips and chains deal, at least I don’t think I do, but some light bondage and a good hard fuck, the kind I’ll feel long into the next day, that I can totally handle.”
― Helena Hunting, Hooking Up

“Her father blessed her with a dress; embroidered by the nymphs;
it sparkled when landing on her skin,
beamish,”
― M.F. Aidoudi, Amphigory: Arrows of Cupid

“If I known it would be like this, I would have taken you sooner.”
― Cindy Skaggs, Unstoppable

“…Jake caught the briefest glimpse of a demure set of pale pink lingerie, and then Molly was airborne—jumping feet-first into the deep end. She swam underwater like a mermaid, finally coming up for air near the center of the pool. Her hair was slicked back on her skull, shining and as dark as melted chocolate and Jake was frozen to the spot by
So. Much. Molly. All on display for him. God—she was really, really wet.
~"Finding a Husband" by Kristen Casey”
― Kristen Casey, Finding a Husband

“Packing some heat there, aren’t you Officer?”
Jake looked down and yanked on the hem of his blazer. “Don’t you worry about that, miss,” he chuckled. “That’s for later.” He pecked her on the cheek and steered her toward the door.
“We have got to stop meeting like this,” Molly grumbled, irritated by his nonchalance. Her legs felt like jelly and she tottered on her heels, making her even more annoyed.
Jake steadied her—of course he did. “Really?” he asked, the soul of civility. “I disagree.” ”
― Kristen Casey, Finding a Husband

“Oh, you do sweet, sweet things to me,” she whispered against his lips.
“Hmm. Sweet wasn’t my first thought.”
― Cristin Harber, Ricochet

“But this was magic, something meant to be, as if some kisses could change the trajectory of the universe.”
― Cristin Harber, Ricochet

“This is pretty. I mean the tattoos, not your arm, well that’s pretty, too, but the art is nice. I like it. It’s sexy just like the rest of you.” She blinks up at me with a grin. “Sexy Lexy.”
― Helena Hunting, Hooking Up

“Viper swallows me like I'm the sea and he the monster that's been lurking at the bottom all along.”
― Ever Lilac, The Mobster's Nurse

“Fighting back a laugh of his own, he grinned. “No,” he answered. “But I’ll gladly have you sit on my face. Make me your throne, and you’ll be my crown.”
― Beanie Harper, ELORA

“He has the skin color of rich brown caramel, and I would do anything to lick the piece of skin just below his throat to see if it tastes the same. Hell, I might need to lick lower than that to ensure the taste is truly heavenly. For research purposes, of course.”
― Caz Luan, Whiskey Art & Heart: A Romcom of a whiskey drinking artist who experiences a little more suspense than expected.

“Put your hands on me Destiny. I've dreamed about it long enough.”
― Cindy Skaggs, Unstoppable

“I can’t help it if you drive me crazy.”
“In bed or out of it?”
― Brynn Kelly, Edge of Truth

“Well, I am also pretty confident that I’ve got your number,” Jake told her, glancing at her again. Could eyes dance? Because his baby-blues appeared to be dancing. At minimum, they were annoyingly sparkly.

“Please,” Molly scoffed. “You don’t know anything about me.” She hoped.
~ "Finding a Husband" by Kristen Casey”
― Kristen Casey

“When the time comes that you’re ready to find out how good it is to lose control… Ask me to show you.”
― Zoe Forward, Ask Me To Game

“He kicks the bedroom door open, crosses the threshold, and then kicks it closed again before tossing me onto the bed. “That means I’m back for what we both want. And it’s about time we stop arguing and admit it. Both of us.”
― Dexxie Mayflower

“He’s already whipped off his belt. “Yes, dammit, I want you. Now.” He pulls off his boots. “And then I want you in my bed—where you belong. Are we clear on that?”
― Dexxie Mayflower

“He finds that spot, that magic spot— “Oh. Oh my,” I whisper against his muscular chest. “I never want to see my vibrator again.”
“And you won’t. You have me now.”
― Dexxie Mayflower

“So my question is, how fast can we get you undressed?”
“I hope you have your stopwatch set.” I yank my nightshirt off and toss it onto the floor.”
― Dexxie Mayflower

“He clasped her hips. Dug his fingers into her soft flesh.
Christ.
She clutched his shoulders, her mouth growing more insistent.
He wanted to consume her.
He slanted his head, increasing their connection. Deepening the angle.
Getting lost in her.
Chloe. Fuck. He was kissing Chloe. His Chloe. His best friend.
And it was incredible.
He couldn't get enough. He swept his palms up her body, barely clothed in her tiny costume. He tangled his fingers in her hair, fisting the length to drag her closer. So much closer.
She gasped and moaned, sliding her hips forward.
When his cock slid between her thighs, he about lost his gad-damn mind.
She rocked. He surged.
The heat, the slide, the friction.”
― Kate Angell, The Cottage on Pumpkin and Vine

“They went at it. Their mouths a frantic, searching quest. As though they were trying to make up for thirty years of longing in this one kiss. He bit her lower lip and she raked her nails down his back.
They tumbled to the bed, and his body was finally, deliciously covering hers.
She arched.
He surged.
They rocked.
She dug her nails into the base of his back.
His hand came up to cup her breast, his thumb stroking over the nipple.
She cried out, and he caught the sound with his lips.
He ripped away from her, slid down her body, and captured her nipple with his lips, while his free hand snaked down into her yoga pants.
He licked at the hard bud. Sucked.
Her hips arched off the bed as he tugged harder and harder.
When his teeth scraped over her oversensitive flesh, she keened and she couldn't stop the words from falling from her lips. "Jack. God. Jack. Yes. More."
He groaned, the sound vibrating over her skin. He pulled her deeper into his mouth. His fingers slid down her waistband and into her panties. Her legs parted. His fingers brushed her clit. She bowed off the bed.
He circled the bundle of nerves and lifted his head. "So damn wet."
She could feel how wet she was, how slippery. "More."
He pushed one long finger inside her, and kissed her, brushing his mouth over her lips. "You feel like heaven."
She arched into his touch as his thumb relentlessly circled her clit. Around and around. Over and over. Until she thought she'd go mad with sheer need. "Jack. Please."
He plunged two fingers inside her, hooking on a spot so good she lost focus.
"Please what, Chlo?"
His voice, oh God, his voice. Achingly familiar and yet strange all at once.
He swiped over her flesh and she keened again as her body tightened. "Stop." Her head rolled back. "I'm going to come."
He increased his pressure and whispered against the shell of her ear, "Then come.”
― Kate Angell, The Cottage on Pumpkin and Vine

“Nothing on this earth had ever felt as good as being inside Chloe.
He gritted his teeth, hanging on to the last remnants of sanity he possessed, as he tried to calm enough not to take her like some primal beast.
The grip of her.
The silky heat.
He braced his elbow next to her head and their eyes locked.
He was fucking Chloe.
This was going to change them forever.
He experienced a rush of panic that quickly dimmed as her thighs clasped his hips and she arched to meet him, gasping.
Her hands fell to his waist, nails digging into his skin.
He moved, gripped her wrists, and brought them up over her head. They were touching everywhere, the length of him sliding into her. Her breasts against his chest. Her inner muscles clamped around him and he cursed, thrusting inside her.
He'd think later. Much, much later.
He covered her mouth with his, his tongue sliding against hers. The air grew thick and humid. Tinged with a desperate, urgent lust. He ripped away and groaned.
Pumped harder inside her.
Her head pressed into the pillow and her neck arched.
He held her wrists tighter, he bit her exposed throat, before soothing the skin with his tongue.
She cried out. Her nails dug harder. Her thighs clenched.
Their movements deepened. Quickened.
He let her go, levered up, and rammed hard inside her, circling his hips. Grinding against her. Thrusting harder. Faster. Deeper.
The bed frame banged its frantic beat against the wall.
Over and over and over again.
Her body rippled down the length of his cock.
He jerked, losing what little control he had as he came in a loud shout, just as her orgasm rushed through her, milking him for everything he was worth, his vision dimming as intense pleasure tore through him in endless waves.
He had no idea how long they went on like that. Pushing and pulsing together mindlessly, lost in the aftershocks of bone-deep satisfaction. He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling that special scent, unique to Chloe. He licked her skin. Tasting salt and sex.”
― Kate Angell, The Cottage on Pumpkin and Vine

“Aesthetics is the alignment of symmetry, proportions & harmony”
― Atef Ashab Uddin Sahil

“I wanted him to kiss me today and would’ve been powerless to stop it. My body wants him; my lips want to explore him.”
― Jessica Rooker, Captivated

“Before I met you, I thought getting married again was a joke. I only want to do fun stuff with you, and I only want to do the hard stuff with you.”
― Tami Egonu, The Meaning of You

“I slip my hand beneath the warm water. He's hot and thick and fits against my palm just right. A low, tortured groan leaves him, and his head falls back against the tub edge. Gently, I work him. And he takes it, his expression almost pained. He's panting heavily now, flushed along the cheeks as his hips begin to rock helplessly in time with my strokes.
The sight is so patently sexual, so insanely hot, that my sex swells and slicks. I press my legs together to alleviate the pressure. My hand moves up and down his long length, a steady rhythm. "Is this what you needed?" I rub my thumb over his tip on the downstroke. "Me tugging on your big cock?"
"Oh, shit," he whispers, his throat working. "Oh, shit. Delilah... I..." His wide chest hitches on a caught breath.
The tips of his fingers turn white as he grips the edge of the tub. He's tensing, all those finely wrought muscles clenching. I jerk at his cock, squeezing a bit harder, going a bit faster.
"You needed it, didn't you?"
"Yes," he says, panting. "Fuck yes."
Macon's eyes close, his brow pinched. He licks his lips as he moans--- whimpers, really. That I've reduced this strong, stoic man to this quivering mass has my head spinning. I want to crawl in the damn tub with him. Sink down onto this beautiful dick and take him. But this time is for him.
"Are you going to come for me, Macon?"
At the sound of my voice, his eyes snap open. The heat in them sears me. "You want to see me come, Delilah?"
"Yes."
His lashes flutter. "Then make it hurt, honey."
The next downstroke has the water frothing. I give him no mercy, pumping him, pulling on his cock as he grunts and thrusts. He's panting, his straight brows knitted in a look of near pain, but he keeps his gaze on me, silently begging for more.
"You're beautiful," I whisper, squeezing his shaft. His nostrils flare as his hips lift, and a long, agonized groan tears from him. He comes in a fine arc over his chest and sinks back into the water with a shuddering sigh.
I gentle my hold but stay with him until he is limp and replete. We fall silent until suddenly Macon moves, grasping the back of my neck to haul me close. His kiss is quick but messy, like he's all wrung out but needs to convey how much he liked what I did.
The dark fringe of his lashes are clumped and wet from his bath as he stares into my eyes. "Thank you."
He kisses me again to punctuate the sentiment.”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy

“Something inside me told me to trust Kalvin Walker. It also told me to ride that man like a rollercoaster with my hand in the air screaming, but I was only up for one major event at a time.”
― J.D. Light, Coach Hota**