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Quotes from FRENCHED
By
Melanie Harlow
I took a step closer to
him, angling my head so that my lips were just beneath his. All he had to do
was lower his lips two inches, and they’d be on mine. Suspense had me rising on
tiptoe.
Please,
Lucas. Kiss me.
___
“I like you, Lucas. And
I know exactly what I’m doing.”
That was a huge lie.
Enormous. The Arc de Triomphe of lies.
I wanted Lucas like
crazy, if my damp underwear was any indication. But I had no idea what I was
doing.
I just knew that I
liked it.
___
“Any requests?” he
asked.
“Take off your pants.”
He grinned at me over
his shoulder. “I meant music.”
___
Then he kissed me
again, setting fire to my lips and tongue as I widened my knees and slid my
hands down his lower back.
Ohmygod
Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod. Just the weight of his hard, tight
body between my legs was goddamn glorious. And when he started to move—
Jesus,
did I just yelp?
___
“Just lie back and
relax, love.” He slid my legs apart, planting a kiss on my left inner thigh,
then my right. “Tell me if something feels good and scream all you want.”
___
“God, I didn’t even
know an orgasm like that was possible.”
“Good.”
I popped up on my
elbows and look at him. The fact that his hair was tousled and his mouth was
shiny and wet sent fresh lust careening through me. “And now I want another
one. So come here. And leave your pants there.”
___
Not only had I just had
the best sex of my entire life, including two name-screaming, hair-pulling,
sheet-clawing orgasms, but I’d learned something.
The simultaneous O.
Was not. A myth.
___
He kissed me hard in
the stairwell of his building, grabbing me as I tried to race up the steps and
pinning me to the wall between the second and third stories, my hair dripping
on his arms.
“You’re all wet. I like
you that way,” he said, his mouth searing a path down my throat.
We were both panting,
hands groping, our sodden clothing too heavy on our bodies.
“I’m wet everywhere,” I
whispered.
___
He hooked his arms
around my thighs and yanked me down on my back. Then he slid my panties down
and off one leg, leaving them dangling from one ankle like a little white flag
of surrender.
___
“That headboard is
giving me some ideas involving you and a tie I brought. I think I’ve got a
better use for it.”
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