Dating and getting to really know a woman is a different game. Kind of like the difference in Monopoly and Texas Hold 'Em.
Oh. My. God. he murmured as it all ended in a crescendo complete with beautiful sparks and all the bells and whistles of fantastic makeup sex. Five full minutes later he propped up on a an elbow and k...
His heart found something that it doesn't want to live without, he whispered.
You know what they say about angels? she asked. That they have wings and a halo? No, that they are just wild women who've had the hell screwed out of them, she said with another giggle.
Will you go on a date with me Friday night? A real date, not a pretend one? I'll probably be so clumsy that you won't go out with me a second time, but please say yes.
You like legs? she asked. On you, yes. On a chicken, I prefer wings and breasts. She picked up both legs with her fingers. Then we are going to get along just fine.
Oh, hush! You've already said you aren't the settling type. You can't have wings and roots both, cowboy.
I couldn't even see that woman because I have blinders on when you are around, and every single thought in my head is about you.
And where are you going tonight? Katy asked. Cinderella and I are going to the ball. If she loses a glass slipper, I will bring it by tomorrow. He smiled.
Darlin', old don't mean dead.
I stabbed him, Lizzy said bluntly. That's how he got that scar. Why? I'm sorry. That's personal. I shouldn't ask that. She blushed. It's okay. Lizzy laid a hand on the woman's arm. I was mad at a woma...
A match made in heaven? He chuckled. Probably not in heaven but right now you can take me there and we'll check it out. She smiled.
Omelets now or later? she panted. Later than what? he asked huskily. How hungry are you? For what? She started unbuttoning his shirt at the top, stopping to admire and touch the soft hair on his chest...
Getting close to a woman, no matter if it's real or not, can backfire.
It's the easiest thing in the world to get to California-you just aim yourself west and start walking.
There are two types of people: those that are going somewhere and those that ain't.
Don't suppose you'd want to stay long enough to scrub my back for me, would you? Lizzy might have had a wonderful experience when she rose up from the bathwater, but it damn sure hadn't set her free e...
Time to dance with the devil....
With cold hands he massaged her right foot, his fingertips digging into all the right places to make her groan. Feel good? he asked. You can't imagine. You have until midnight to stop. He chuckled. Wh...