Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Sibylla Matilde

Quote by Sibylla Matilde

Work

Little Conversations

Browse quotes and source details for this work. more

Author

Sibylla Matilde

Browse famous quotes and profile details for Sibylla Matilde. more

You May Also Like

“Thank God! His truck was there. Reenergized, she hopped up his front steps and knocked. Nothing. Feeling a little disgruntled, she knocked again. And nothing. Once more, one last time, she knocked. Okay, she pounded. Beat the ever-loving hell out of the door. "Just a sec," she heard Ronin call faintly. Yay! The door swung open and... Ooooohhhhh! Standing a step or two down from Ronin, her eyes first hit the small white towel wrapped around his waist. The faint scent of masculine soap enveloped her senses as her eyes traveled down to his bare feet, and back up. Yep, that's really only just a little white towel.”

DevinRonin
Book:Little Conversations
Create image

“Where’s Melanie, asshole? Does she know you’re up here?” Jake’s expression flitted between anger at Ronin’s crude address and fear of the bigger man’s obvious anger with him. “She’s in the backyard, with some friends.” Ronin’s jaw clenched. “I suggest you go find your girlfriend, then.” “Devin’s in there. She’s upset,” Jake said without thinking. “I know that, fucker. Why the hell do you think that is? GET. THE. FUCK. AWAY.”

DevinRonin
Book:Little Conversations
Create image

“At that moment, Ronin stepped back into the living room, clothed, thank God. Well, mostly. Kneeling on the floor before him, Devin watched him fascinated as he fastened the buttons of his plaid flannel shirt, thankfully covering that fucking beautiful chest. He left the top two buttons at his neck open. Frozen, she stared as his hands slipped down to tuck the shirt into his jeans before he fastened the fly and buckled his belt. Her fingers itched as she imagined the warmth and hardness of his hips, the deep contour of muscle low on his stomach. Ooooohhhhh!”

DevinRoninLittle Conversations
Book:Little Conversations
Create image

“His hand grazed her inner thigh as he shifted the manual transmission into reverse, and this lightest of touches sent a shiver through Devin. “Cold?” he asked, backing the pickup away from the trees to turn around. “You can turn on the heat if you’d like.” Devin shook her head. “I’m fine,” she said in a quiet, breathy voice that she couldn’t quite control. The tone caught Ronin’s attention, and he gave her a long look before shifting back into first gear. Again, his fingertips grazed her soft skin, and her breath caught again. Ronin’s eyes fell shut for a moment. “Damn, honey,” he whispered.”

DevinRonin
Book:Little Conversations
Create image