Steamy Romance Quotes

“Rhys cleared his throat and tugged on his cravat. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Yes?” St. Clare livened up immediately as he took a sip of whisky.
“Do you treat your wife like your mistress?”
St. Clare raised a brow. Any other man would be sputtering his drink out of his mouth in surprise at the question. Not St. Clare. “No, I treat my wife a lot better than I have ever treated any of my mistresses.”
“That’s not exactly what I mean….” Rhys cleared his throat again.
“Then what do you mean?”
Rhys scratched his temple. “I mean in bed.”
“Oh…” Gabriel scowled. “I do not think I follow.”
“Well, I mean… All the depraved things you did with your mistresses, do you do them to your wife?”
Gabriel raised his brow. “If by depraved, you mean whether I pleasure my wife in every way I have learned how then yes. And she does the same for me.”
“You let her—”
“I let her do anything she wants to do to me and then teach her to do even more,” he added with a wink.
Rhys tugged on his cravat again in agitation. “What I mean is… I’ve heard time and time again that ladies are delicate creatures who cannot withstand arduous pursuits… There are things that are indecent—”
“Let me stop you right there, my dear, virtuous friend. What you think is indecent, I do to my wife every morning before breakfast. And what you call degrading or embarrassing, I call Tuesday.” He finished his drink and slammed the glass onto the desk. “There is no such thing as indecent between a husband and a wife. The only thing indecent is a cold marriage bed. Take it from a former rake.”
― Sadie Bosque, An Offer from the Marquess

“He wanted her. He wanted her body in his bed and her defiant spirit in his estates.”
― Sadie Bosque, A Deal with the Earl

“You don’t know that you’re playing with fire,” Hades whispered.
“Then scorch me.”
― Sadie Bosque, Curse of the Wicked Scoundrel

“Kitchen life is getting steamy. Charles looks up from prepping his mise en place for two seconds, blows me a kiss, and then his hand swipes a bowl of salt and the grains scatter on the counter.
"I can't take it anymore," he says, lifting me up onto the prep station. My legs wrap around his waist, as his kiss starts off slow and then turns hungry. Vegetables scatter, cherry tomatoes rolling onto the floor. Dishes break. Not one burner is on, but the kitchen gets hotter. Oh, and hotter. Hello, volcano. His hand latches around my ponytail, tilting my head back. His mouth finds my neck, and he covers it with his kisses, slowly making his way down to my exposed shoulder, his fingers running along my clavicle.”
― Samantha Verant, The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique

“I cock an eyebrow and sass him before I run it through any filter, "Do you mind not checking out my ass?"
His eyes crinkle, and a cute dimple appears on his cheek. Dammit! Dimples!
He chuckles, "Of course, I mind. It's a nice ass."
Erogenous zones —activated.”
― Jessika Klide, Big Book Boss

“Get on your knees and take off my shoes, Ramirez,” she ordered, her dark gaze fixed on me.”
― J.C. Böhme, His Savior

“His mouth meets my clit and I’m not lost on the fact that this man will have gone down on me four times today. Forget winning the mega millions, I’ve hit the cunnilingus jackpot.”
― Ashley Bennett, Heat Haven

“Why is it,” she said after running into an inn and shaking her hair off of excess water, “that I seem to be constantly wet around you?” He cocked an arrogant brow at her. “I get asked that all the time.”
― Sadie Bosque, A Bargain with the Rake

“He wanted to take her into his arms, throw her on the bed, and have his way with her. Slowly this time, unhurriedly, leisurely. But he just held his breath and waited. Because he didn’t want her for just one night, he wanted her forever. And in this case, he’d have to wait for her to come to him. Even if it killed him.”
― Sadie Bosque, Return of the Wicked Earl

“He knew how he wanted to kiss her. Forcefully, demandingly, with everything he had, in a way that would require her wholehearted response.
But he knew how he should kiss her.
Gently. Softly. Irreproachably.”
― Fenna Edgewood, A Duke for All Seasons

“The girl who was in love with you is gone. And the man she was in love with never existed.”
― Sadie Bosque, Return of the Wicked Earl

“So, um...I don't really know what to say right now." I let out an embarrassed laugh.
The expression on Max's face melts from flustered to amused. And then he stands up, steps closer to me, cups his hand over my cheek, and presses a feathery kiss to my lips.
"I don't either, honestly," he says. "That was kind of..."
"Unexpected."
He nods once. "And fucking amazing."
"And hot."
"Definitely hot."
I nuzzle into his hand slightly, which earns me a sexy smile.
"Can I still come in for my coffee order tomorrow?" he asks.
"Of course."
"And maybe after you close down the bakery you can stop by and we can get up to more fucking amazing and hot stuff?"
I'm full-on beaming. This definitely isn't what I had in mind when I was psyching myself out to ask Max out on a date, it's a million times better. And I'm down to see where it goes.
"I'd really, really like that."
I start to turn to leave, but then Max grabs me gently by the hand, pulls me back to him, then levels me with a kiss so hot, my panties are soaked all the way through.
I stay standing in that spot, my head spinning, as I struggle to find my bearings.
"See you tomorrow, Joelle.”
― Sarah Echavarre Smith, The Boy With the Bookstore

“Have you ever felt the thrum of the forest in your veins?”
Issylte nodded, her eyes wide with discovery and delight. She held Maiwenn’s gaze, nearly breathless with anticipation.
“That, Églantine, is power.”
― Jennifer Ivy Walker, The Wild Rose and the Sea Raven

“"Epic drama, with a lot of love that withstands it all." She leaned in closer and whispered, "And great steamy scenes, if that's your thing."
Jack laughed. Now he knew he'd be reading it. Who didn't love a little steam?”
― Amy E. Reichert, Once Upon a December

“He tasted like every wicked thought she’d ever had, only better.”
― Fenna Edgewood, Kiss Me, My Duke

“You’re kind of a skinny girl. I’m a big guy. I’d probably be too much for you anyway.

Zack talking to Lily in The SEAL's Temptation. Available only in Heroes with Heat and Heart, on preorder now”
― Carly Carson, Heroes with Heat and Heart, Volume 2

“Don’t mess with me, Lily. You might get more than you bargained for.”
“I always want more,” she said, flashing him that bewitching smile. “I never get it.”

Lily and Zack from The SEAL's Temptation, available only in Heroes with Heat and Heart, available on preorder now.”
― Carly Carson, Heroes with Heat and Heart, Volume 2

“Being blind isn’t a problem, sugar. I can smell and feel my way around you.” She giggles as I sit up in bed and rip the blindfold off.
That’s when I realize that being blind actually was a problem. A big problem. Because I’m faced with three lovely naked ladies.
And one of them has a camera.
Fuck.”
― Stephanie Queen

“I want you in every way there is to want. I want you in any way you choose to share.”
― Fenna Edgewood, To All the Earls I've Loved Before

“Ready and eager. My kind of woman.”
― R.N.A. Author, Parasite

“What was it about this man and his presence?
When Thomas touched her, the dance took on a new quality it had not had with William.
While she had been nervous at the closeness between their bodies when his brother led the waltz, Thomas provoked other sensations entirely. William exuded a sense of safety. His presence was unfamiliar, but stolid. Even comforting.
But Thomas… Everything about Thomas screamed danger to Claire. Yet she was mesmerized.”
― Fenna Edgewood, Mistakes Not to Make When Avoiding a Rake

“This man brought out something wicked in her. A boldness of spirit long dormant.”
― Fenna Edgewood, The Seafaring Lady's Guide to Love

“I Don't Have a Dirty Mind, I Have A Sexy Imagination”
― Joy Sparks

“They were close enough that she could finally see him clearly.
Her eyes took in the sight of the Scot, standing tall in full Highland dress.
“Oh, delightful,” she muttered to herself. She was at her worst, with seaweed hair streaming water, while Wren had apparently decided to put on his Sunday best.
And didn’t he look absolutely magnificent!
If her heart had not already been doing troublesome things before, it was pounding in brazen excitement as she looked at him now.
This was her husband. Dear Lord. This was her husband.
He was always a very striking man. The cleft of his chin. His sturdy Roman nose. The softness of his dark, sooty lashes over those gorgeous blue eyes. His height, his breadth, his width. His girth? Briar almost giggled. Shush, she told herself.
But now? Gracious, he was unbearably handsome.
There was something about a man in a kilt. Especially the way Wren was wearing it. The dark green Renfrew plaid, shot through with its strands of red and white and gold, was already a lovely thing. Against Wren's form, contrasted against his dark hair, it was a god's finery. Every pleat, every fold fitting his leanly muscled physique.
She swallowed hard, then took another step.”
― Fenna Edgewood, Lady Briar Weds the Scot

“Joy that a handsome man was smiling at her, his hair stuck to his forehead, his T-shirt becoming more transparent.
On a whim--- and Astra would later blame it on the Santa Claus shots--- she wrapped her arms around Jack's neck and pulled his lips to hers. The shock of it caused them both to stop dancing as the minty-cherry taste in her mouth mingled with the ginger on his breath. Tentative at first, her lips waited for him to respond, a sign he was open to sharing her joy. She was about to pull away, hot embarrassment kindling to life in her cheeks, when his hands when to her hips, and his lips moved with hers, and her mouth opened for him. Their kiss found its own rhythm on the dance floor, moving them closer together as the people bumped around them, but Astra didn't care. She only cared that this kiss reminded her that she liked kissing, she liked being touched, she liked feeling wanted. It had been so long.
Her hands grabbed at his shirt as he moved his kisses to her neck. She moaned but too softly for anyone to hear over the music. Lights flashed and swirled on the ceiling; the air pulsated with heat. She was dizzy and breathless. Her hands pressed against him, savoring how well they molded to his curves and angles.
Her lips found his again, and she wanted to be closer, wishing she could wrap her legs around him and have her way. Her knees quaked as his hands explored the way her jeans clung to her butt and hips, finding the hem of her shirt and touching her lower back, heated skin on heated skin. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. She broke the kiss long enough to look into his eyes: they flashed from blue to green to black with the disco lights, his hair dark with perspiration, and his breath coming as fast as her own. Now that they'd kissed, she knew what it was about the way he looked at her. He looked at her like this moment had been inevitable, a done deal, foretold years ago. And she believed it. The feeling left her even more light-headed.”
― Amy E. Reichert, Once Upon a December

“Her skin was hot now, though all that remained on her body was the long, white shirt and her thick wool stockings. He stripped her of the latter, one by one, then bent his head and pressed a worshipful kiss to her bare knee. He stayed like that for a long moment, his head bowed before her, his lips against her skin.
She petted his head, hesitantly at first, running her palm over his snow-dampened hair, as black as the night.
Then, gently, she molded her fingers against his roughened cheek and rugged jaw. He lifted his head and gazed at her with a passionate near adoration that took her breath away.
Without warning, she sat up and lifted the shirt off over her head, offering herself to him in virginal, tongue-tied silence.
Surely he knew she'd have done this for free.
Just like she knew he'd have protected her, expecting nothing in return. He breathed her name, heartily accepting her gift of herself. He rose to claim her lips once more, enfolding her in his arms.
She gloried in his mouth on hers and the smooth warmth of his hands caressing her bare back, her arms, her sides. She returned his kisses in wild, reckless abandon, burning for him now, touching him everywhere, relishing the sleek iron hardness of his broad shoulders, massive arms.”
― Gaelen Foley, My Dangerous Duke

“He ought to be ashamed of his boldness, but he could not find it in himself to be. He needed her. He wanted her. He had to touch her. Now.”
― Fenna Edgewood, Kiss Me, My Duke

“She[Precious Kitty]'s the one female in my life I can count on to be her authentic self.”
― Jessika Klide, The Boss

“That was...” she said, shakily.
“Divine? Incredible? Ecstasy inducing?”
“I was going to say... utterly new,” she said, shyly.
He looked surprised, then another emotion passed over his face.
“Do you mean to say...”
She interrupted before he could ask the wrong question. Or the right one.
“The earl and I..." She paused to take a breath. "We were... not intimate.”
“Not ever?” he asked, incredulous.
She shook her head, biting her lip. Should she say more? Did he deserve to know?
“I have only ever...” She bit her lip again, this time because she could feel a swelling of unwanted tears. She looked up at the ceiling of the room. The beautiful craftsmanship of the elaborate molding. “There was only the one time. And it was...not like this.”
“Only the one time?” He sounded even more incredulous. His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean not like this?”
― Fenna Edgewood, To All the Earls I've Loved Before

“I was so lonely,” he heard her say, and he felt her body shaking. “There seemed no point in saying yes, no point in saying no. So, I simply did as he wanted.”
“Your father?” Henry said, with understanding, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her hair gently. He held her close, in the dark of the foyer, letting his hands and his arms speak for him.
She was safe, they said. She was loved, they said. He would never let her feel that way again.
He felt her nodding.
She lifted her head. “You did not let me finish before,” she said, her eyes widening with some unspoken news. “In the alcove. You distracted me.”
She hit him playfully on the chest as he grinned at the memory of how he had indeed distracted them both.
“But I had been trying to tell you…” She began.
“Wait,” Henry said, with a frown. “Did you hear that?”
“What?” She said, looking ever so slightly annoyed. “Let me finish this time, please, Henry.”
“A baby,” he said, looking around the foyer wildly. “I thought I heard a baby.”
He looked back and was shocked to see her looking unconcerned.”
― Fenna Edgewood, Masks of Desire