Sexy Romance Quotes

“He used to be a bad boy,” she said. “I looked him up on social media. Tattoos, always partying. And a musician.”
That I hadn’t expected. “Really?”
“He was a drummer before taking over his daddy’s empire. Very sexy.”
― J.J. Sorel, A Taste of Peace

“Forget about robots. There was a new plan. I was going to search the world to find my real human alpha!”
― Crystal Raven, Virtual Mirrors: First Journal

“I watch him start to undress me. The ground moves my feet, but it’s my knees that are shaking. The temperature in the room goes up a few degrees. My breathing quickens.
I watch his fingers pick at my tank top. Nicholas slides one hand underneath. He runs his fingers over my torso, presses them against my stomach. They move up and down with each one of my breaths.”
― Charlotte Byrd, Tell Me to Stop

“She felt emboldened by the fire in his eyes and at the feeling of his fingers digging into her, bypassing textile to find flesh and claim it.”
― Ava Lee Mosley, The Human Trials: And the Thrill of Being Watched

“After a year of self-discovery—and sleeping with a bunch of younger men—I came to realize confidence is the sexiest trait a woman can possess, no matter her size nor shape.”
― Lacie Gabor, Lacie's Lessons In Dating : Confidence Is Alluring

“Your breast deserves to be touched.’’ ~ Herbalist Tracie”
― Herbalist Tracie

“Candlelight is one of the most popular symbols of romance. ~ Herbalist Tracie”
― Herbalist Tracie

“Learn to love and please yourself." ~ Herbalist Tracie”
― Herbalist Tracie

“I panted as he pulled me back through the entryway, hands on my waist, kissing the whole way, and collapsed backward onto the gray leather couch, which felt softer than my skin. I fell on top of him, straddling his lap. He kissed his way down my neck and across the collar of my blouse, leaving a trail of fire behind.
"Enough of that," I panted, ripping my shirt over my head. Thank goodness I'd worn a decent bra today---blue satin with a bow in the middle, not frayed or torn anywhere. He eyed it with a growl of approval, but maybe it wasn't a growl for the bra at all, because a moment of fumbling over my back and---pop---I shook off my now unfastened bra.
"And to think you didn't like me at first." He drank me in unabashedly, his eyes roaming from belly to breasts to nose to eyes, and each inch his eyes traveled made me feel more and more powerful. Like I could go anywhere, do anything.
Except all I wanted to do was right here. I ground against him, feeling his cock already hard and strong under his zipper. "Who says I like you now?"
He gasped and pulled me tighter onto him. "If this is what you do to people you don't like, what do you do to people you do like?"
I silenced him with another kiss as I rubbed up and down him again. Now my own sex was throbbing, and I sucked in a breath with every movement.
I kept moving up and down as he kissed my breasts, tongue tracing lightly over each nipple. When I couldn't take it anymore, I tumbled to the side, lying down on the couch and pulling him on top of me. Because his was an expensive couch and not the cheap one my old roommate had bought at Ikea, there was plenty of room for us to writhe without making me feel like I might topple off the edge.
He went down to kiss my breasts again... and kept going. His tongue slid down my stomach, did a lazy circle around my belly button. I clenched my teeth, holding back a beg for more as he slowly, slowly, way too slowly unzipped my skirt and tugged it down. I kicked it off, along with my underwear, when he reached my knees, nearly clipping him on the ear.
When I felt close to the edge, I reached down and pulled him up. My hand moved down and took over, zeroing in on just the right spot on my clit. It didn't take long. I shuddered against his shoulder, biting back a cry, then wondered why I was biting it back and let it out.
Breathing hard, my head collapsed back into the cushion. I was a little worried that now post-orgasm clarity would descend upon me and be like, What the hell are you doing, Julie? but the post-orgasm clarity seemed to approve. With a wink and a nudge, it made me pull away, and the desire roared back inside me. "That's why it's great to have a clitoris," I told Bennett. "Multiple orgasms.”
― Amanda Elliot, Best Served Hot

“He stretched his right hand forward, as if he wanted to touch her. "May I see for myself?" His rich, soothing voice felt like a caress over her.”
― Mia London, Undeniable Fate

“His words touched her heart. She couldn’t remember the last time her heart felt so full, and from a man who only wanted to make her happy. To please her. To be with her. No expectations of what she could do for his status.”
― Mia London, Undeniable Love

“My body betrays me. It seems to like this stranger’s eyes on me. I don’t want any part of it, but my body has a mind of its own.”
― Olivia T. Turner, Mountain Man Taken

“Tell me to stop,” Nicholas said earlier when he led me here.
“Tell me to stop,” he said when he fastened my arms to the headboard.
“Tell me to stop,” he says now when he lifts up my shirt. He waits for my answer. Again, I say nothing and let him pull it up to my collarbone.”
― Charlotte Byrd, Tell Me to Stop

“Tell me you feel it, too. That fire, it’s still there after all these years. I know you do – it’s written all over your face, and your body can’t lie to me.”
― Nancy Brown, Mr. Black

“Today, I wanted to be a bit aggressive and sexy . . . to be a provoking woman who remains a ghost in the hearts of men, so vivid that they could never forget. And this ghost shines with different colours in their imagination every time . . . I have always been good at being a muse. I adored this role and have always kept improving this image.”
― Mariia Manko, Through the Magic Sunglasses

“Your wish is my command, my queen.”
― P.S. Scott, The King's Bride

“Reaching over she put her hand on my thigh and asked what I would be doing that evening. I couldn’t believe what was happening. She was hitting on me and if I had any plans, they instantly vanished, as I heard myself say with renewed confidence… “Nicole, my time is your time. You know this island better than I do, do you have any ideas?”
The driver took us to the ship where Nicole gave me a long passionate kiss. I now knew where the term “French Kissing” came from. Her passion excited me and I didn’t give a damn that the driver and half the midshipmen on the ship were watching what was happening. I scooped up my gear and the paperwork, telling Nicole that I would meet her at the Consulate at six o’clock. She advised me to ring the bell since they lock up at five o’clock. What she didn’t tell me was that she had a room upstairs in the Consulate next to the one the Consul used.”
― Captain Hank Bracker, "Salty & Saucy Maine"

“When I couldn't distract myself with work, that's all I had. They were faceless women, angel."
Dipping, he pushes his scratchy cheek into mine and whispers in my ear.
"I see you”
― Jodi Ellen Malpas, The Protector

“In a deep voice that comes dangerously close to a growl he says, "I can teach you the fundamentals of something else if you want." He touches my arm and goosebumps break out on my body from head to toe.”
― Anita Knight, Crush Course

“Imagina su sabor y no puede aguantar más su deseo, ese que se ha venido apoderando de ella con cada año que ha pasado sin sentirlo, con cada sueño que le ha tocado olvidar para seguir con la vida que ha tenido sin él".”
― Emma Claus, Siempre bajo la lluvia

“Having slowed my chaotic thoughts, I wrapped myself in a towel and fastened one of its sides near my breast. I looked in the mirror, 'Move it! It's time to be brave!' I went into the room”
― Mariia Manko, Through the Magic Sunglasses

“Was it too farfetched that a city boy like him and a cowgirl like her could ever...what? Get together? Have a real relationship?”
― SJ McCoy

“It’s an inherent problem we women have. We’re all attracted to the bad boy…the lone wolf…the one who can’t be tamed. We think we can tame him and all we do is get hurt in the process.”
― Martha Sweeney

“He moves even closer, if that’s possible, interrupting me. “You can stop right there, Sunshine. Each time I’ve called you beautiful, you act like I’m lying. Beautiful isn’t a strong enough word for how I see you, so that attitude of yours is going to have to change. I won’t tolerate you disrespecting yourself like that.”
~Oliver Stone”
― Debra St James, Loving Summer

“You think I’ve changed? Well, all aboard the Crazy Train and hold on for wretched life. Those sharp turns and sudden betrayals are a bitch.”
― Ren Alexander, Unhinged

“Our eyes keep meeting and heat pulses between us. The sound of the ocean waves on the nearby sand are a rhythmic push-pull that mirrors the pulsations around us and my quickening heartbeat. The sultry tropical breeze brushes over us and I feel like it’s her fingers on my skin. I want her fingers on my skin. Or my fingers on her skin. That would work, too.”
― Kelly Jamieson, Good Hands

“William kom in naken i vardagsrummet och hämtade ett glas. Jacob förstod vad han höll på med. William visste att Jacob hade svårt att stå emot hans vältränade kropp och seniga muskler. Det här var hans sätt att bli förlåten, att få Jacob att smälta och glömma dispyten. Det hade fungerat förr och det skulle säkert fungera igen”
― Håkan Lindgren, Att raka en zebra

“I walked out and felt two intense glares on my back, they were so not my type because there was no shyness, no gentleness in their stances. Instead, they were full of raw power and had an aura of sexual energy, which I had never felt so palpable before in my life.”
― Amanda Littrell, Denying The Crave

“Her heart throbbed wildly as he plunged passionately between her clenched thighs. Moist heat setting their bodies on fire. He moved deeply inside her... into the pits of her wanton world. Fighting her demons. Burning everything down except that place where only they exist, where he possess, consumes, devours her -- entirely. It's pain - insane. It's pleasure - intense. Another darkness. Another madness. Black Hearts”
― Mystqx Skye

“It starts as it always does, with a glimpse. Her stunning looks light the fire of his deepest desire. She’s one of many, though no others have come close. The customary slave offering encompasses a plethora of stunning specimens. Though, only one catches his eye.”
― John Kostly, Amber: Priceless Gemstones