Sexual Tension Quotes

“You sound jealous.'

'If you think I'm jealous because someone else got to stab you, then you're right.'

'Prove it.'

She heard the slump of his dagger as it fell at her feet. It was the jeweled one he carried everywhere. So many of the gems were missing, but the knife's hilt still glittered in the torchlight, pulsing blue and purple, the colour of blood before it was spilled.

'What am I supposed to do with this?'

'You might want to use it, Little Fox.' The corner of his mouth twitched as he slowly slid his pale hands through the bars of the gate and broke the lock in half. It could have been a twig, a piece of paper, or her.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“If you really believe this is what you want, you're lying to yourself.'

'I'm not lying to myself,' Jacks snarled.

'Then tell me this is what you truly want. Swear you want this more than anything else and I'll never mention it again.'

Jacks grabbed her by the shoulders and looked directly in to her eyes. For a minute, he didn't speak. He just looked at her, at the remaining blood still on her lips and the dried tears staining her cheeks. 'I swear this is what I really want.' He spoke each word like a vow. 'I want to erase every moment you and I have spent together, every word you've said to me, and every time I've touched you, because if I don't, I'll kill you, just like I killed the Fox.'

Evangeline's heart stopped.

She searched Jacks' eyes, but all she saw was darkness, and all she felt was the press of his hands. He held on to her the way a person might grasp the edge of a cliff, knowing once they let go, there was no taking hold again.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“She slid her free hand over his shoulder, soft breasts crushing against his chest. All his blood rushed down to his groin, taking with it the last vestiges of his rational thought. He locked his arms around her, pulling her so close he could feel each gentle breath as an exquisite stroke on his cock. Raw desire coursed through his veins as his hands skimmed over the sweet softness of her curves.
"Someone is watching us through the window," she murmured, her breath warm on his cheek.
"All the more reason to put on a good show." With one hand on her nape, he tipped back her head and covered her mouth with his own.
A moan escaped her lips, filling his head with thoughts of tangled sheets, banging headboards, sweat-slicked skin, and the realization of a fantasy that had consumed him night after sleepless night since she'd turned sixteen and he'd realized she wasn't a little girl anymore.
He parted her lips with the gentle slide of his tongue, touching, tasting, savoring, pausing between heady sips to let her essence dance over his taste buds. With every breath he inhaled the fresh scent of wildflowers in a rain-soaked meadow, the grassy lawn where they'd played catch in the summer sun. He'd known she was smart and fun and beautiful. But this kiss. These feelings. The throbbing heat of desire. It was all completely new.”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“A woman attracts men by her charm and holds them by their vices.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, Theatre

“He unfastened his pants and shrugged off his shirt, baring his beautiful chest, the ripple of his abs, and the soft trail of hair leading below. "I was saving the best for last." He ground his palm over his erection.
"Tease." She couldn't tear her eyes away. "Take it all off."
"You're not in a position to make demands." But he didn't make her wait. Instead he lowered his zipper and pulled out his cock. Thick and hard, he was more than ready for her.
"Do you want this, sweetheart?"
She wasn't complaining about the term of endearment now. "Very much."
He gave a casual shrug that belied the evidence of his desire. "Maybe when I've finished my search."
"What else..." Her voice trailed off when he lay between her legs, slid off her panties, and placed her feet on his shoulders.
"The best things are found in the most secret places." He lowered his head. His tongue did the most wicked things that had her arching and twisting on the bed.
"Jay..." It was a plea. It was a demand.
"That's Mr. Dayal to you." Without warning, he slid two fingers deep inside her, his firm steady strokes making all her nerve endings fire at once. His tongue found her sensitive clit and her inner walls tightened around his fingers. She soared and peaked, her orgasm crashing through her body in a tidal wave of sensation.
Dazed, languid on the bed, she watched him shrug off his trousers and roll on a condom. "Did you find what you were looking for?"
"Not yet." He lifted her legs, spread them wide, opening her for him as he positioned himself between her thighs.
"You're very good at your job." Now that her body was sated, she was generous with her praise.
"And you are a beautiful, sexy temptress who is about to be fucked by a man who wants her so desperately he's willing to do anything to have her.”
― Sara Desai, The Singles Table

“What a beautiful madness, to explore the darkness in one's own soul and find joy in the unearthing of such wicked thoughts.”
― Wiss Auguste

“Do you want to have some hot sex instead of getting into a cold cab and driving away?" She looked up and grinned. "I'm awake. You're awake. We've only gone three rounds. Why not make it an even four? I'm already undressed." She took his hand and drew it down between her legs. "You don't even have to waste time with foreplay. This is what you do to me. I'm all ready to go."
"I shouldn't..."
"Don't tell me you don't want to." She ground her hips against his cock, now rock hard beneath his boxers. "I simply won't believe you."
Jay groaned. "I do, but..."
"But what?" She dropped to her knees in front of him and drew his boxers down to his ankles. His cock, thick and hard, bounced gently in her direction. "You don't like soft wet lips, firm hands, and skills honed by years of beer funnels." She flicked her tongue over the swollen head of his shaft. "Say yes. Say you'll stay long enough for me to chase your demons away."
His hand dropped to her head and he swallowed hard. "Yes, but I'll do the chasing.”
― Sara Desai, The Singles Table

“Layla jumped up and lunged for the paper. Sam held it higher and she collided with him, losing her balance. He circled an arm around her waist to keep her steady, securing her soft body against his chest. Electricity arced between them, warming his blood as he felt the pounding of her unaccommodating heart.
"Bastard." She broke the spell, jumping to get the paper. Her body rubbed up and down against his. Too late, he realized the danger.
"Is this a sales technique?" he whispered in her ear. "A little demonstration for Hassan about what he can expect in bed? Or is it just for me? Because, sweetheart, if he doesn't marry you after this, I will."
Her nostrils flared, and she pulled away. "I wouldn't marry you even if you got down on your knees and begged."
"When I'm with a woman, it's not me doing the begging.”
― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game

“She wiggled beneath Sam but his hard, heavy body was impossible to move, and the more she squirmed, the harder a certain part of it seemed to get.
"I thought you said no missionary," he whispered.
"Oh my God," she raged, keeping her voice low. "Are you getting off on this?"
"I'm a man. You're rubbing yourself all over me. What did you think was going to happen?"
"I thought you were all about self-control." Something she seemed to be lacking at the moment. Fire licked between her thighs. And the heat... She felt like molten lava was running through her veins.
"Not around you.”
― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game

“Sexual energy should be wisely grown, prudently cultivated, and profitably expressed. Learn the art of sexual Transmutation, and channelling the sexual energy from root chakra to crown chakra.”
― Hendrith Vanlon Smith Jr, The Wealth Reference Guide: An American Classic

“Without warning, Jay reached over and grabbed her belt. With a hard yank, he pulled her toward him. Her robe slid up her thighs and Zara licked her lips in shameless hunger. Did he know how wet she was? How her breasts ached? How desperately she wanted him?
Jay gave a satisfied growl, holding her in place. "The law requires your consent for a search." He pulled her closer, his gaze hot and roaming. "I have to warn you. I am very thorough."
"I have nothing to hide." She was burning. Liquid fire rushed through her veins, pooling between her legs. It was like Jay had plucked her deepest darkest fantasies from her mind and was making them all come true.
He gave a small, calculating smile. "I don't leave anything untouched, sweetheart."
"I'm not your sweetheart."
"You will be when I'm done with you." He devoured her with his gaze, his eyes so dark they were almost black. "Robe off. I need to assess the search area."
She slid the robe over her arms and lay back on the bed. "How's this?"
He inhaled sharply, his gaze raking over her body, and then again more slowly in blatant sexual appraisal. "I see you've decided to make things difficult, but I can't be distracted."
"I'm not afraid of you." She arched her back, parted her legs just enough to tease. Did he think he was the one in control?
"You should be." His voice dropped to a husky growl.”
― Sara Desai, The Singles Table

“Han rakte armene ned og tog hendes lommetørklæde op. Uden at tage øjnene fra hendes ansigt trak han igen kniven ud af skeden, og svøbte det lille lette stykke kammerdug omkring det lange knivsblad.”
― Isak Dinesen, The Ring

“The perfectionist in her wanted to be sure he'd done it correctly, so she took a cautious step toward the edge of the roof, only to get here foot caught in the gauze. Cade jerked up on the roll, just as she stepped down. The fabric slipped between her legs. Up her thighs, all the way to her crotch. She froze. Her eyes went wide. Embarrassment colored her cheeks.
"Grace?" Cade's voice was deep, amused, questioning. He gave the webbing a tug, attempting to pull it free. Instead it rubbed intimately, at the crease between her sex and thigh. His gaze on her groin, he gave a second slow pull. His eyes darkened. A muscle jerked in his jaw. His nostrils flared. He rolled his shoulders and released the tautness of the gauze. The clearing of his throat cut the tension, the silence. "Snared in a spider's web," he joked, lightening the moment.”
― Kate Angell, The Cottage on Pumpkin and Vine

“You're beautiful." The words dropped from his lips before he could stop them. She was wearing a cherry red dress with white polka dots that hugged all her curves and dipped low at the top, giving him a delicious glimpse of the soft swell of her breasts.
"Thank you." Her gaze dropped and she pulled her phone out of a small red purse that matched her shoes.
Liam had never thought much about a woman's shoes before, but Daisy's shoes demanded to be noticed. Curvy and round with bows on top and a big, graceful heel that made his mouth water, they were sweet and sexy all at once---the kind of shoes a man could admire when his lover was bent over his table in her fancy dress, skirt flipped up, and... fuck, why had he locked his helmet to his bike?
Shrugging off his leather jacket, he held it discreetly in front of him and forced his mind back to the conversation because, holy hell, when had he ever let his Daisy fantasies get this out of control?”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“With a quick flick, he unhooked her bra, releasing her breasts from their confinement. "You are more beautiful than I imagined." He tossed her bra on the floor. "And your skin... Christ, it shimmers like gold."
Before she could respond, his mouth was on her nipple, hot and wet and sucking with gentle pulls. She unraveled in an instant, sliding her fingers through his soft hair as she rocked her hips on his cock.
"Fuck, Liam." As a rule, Daisy didn't often use the word fuck. With over a million total words in the English language, there were many better ways to express oneself, but when the man of her teenage fantasies was sucking on her nipples while squeezing her ass and grinding his thick cock against her, fuck was the perfect word to express both her emotional state---impatient, needy, and flying on an endorphin high---and her hopes for the future.”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“My eyes fluttered open. I was in my bed, but I wasn't alone. Devin was under me, my upper body splayed across his bare chest. My movements stirred him, and he opened his eyes with a sleepy smile.
"Good morning," he rumbled.
Heat flooded me, and I was more than keenly aware of his tousled hair and that playful, sleepy smirk he wore, and the way my nipples hardened against his chest, even through my thick shirt.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Faeries

“Then when I finally manage to fall asleep with my untouched mate lying next to me," he said, giving me a heated gaze, "She rolls right through her wall and onto me."
"This has to be the bond--- I don't roll around in my sleep." I covered my face with a pillow. "And I certainly don't throw myself on men I've known only for a matter of weeks." I'd never thrown myself at men at all, to be honest, but Devin is not high school puppy love material, and he's no college fling that was never meant to be. If anything, he was straight out of the calendar Candace kept on her fridge.
"Not that I was bothered by it. In fact, I wouldn't mind a repeat."
I threw my pillow at him and covered my face as he laughed. "Please forget that happened."
"Absolutely not." He pulled my hands from my face. "It was charming, don't be upset."
He leaned forward and the rest of the blankets fell away. A burst of lust ran through me as my eyes wandered south, and I couldn't tell if it was from me or Devin or if it even mattered because we were both acutely aware of it. I groaned and covered my face with my hands.
"I'm all yours to look at, you know." Devin gently pried my hands from my face, taking one of them to press against his chest.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Faeries

“The bond, of course, shared every needy beat of my heart with Devin--- his answer through the bond was immediate and primal. It hit me as a wave, knocking my feet out from under me. I grabbed his arm tighter to keep from falling over. He took a shaky breath while his eyes roamed over me. His eyes met mine and I felt the rush of heat between my legs. "You need to let me go, darling, before we start something I intend to finish."
My eyes met Devin's and darted away. "I can't take it anymore. I know this the path we were on before... before. And this wasn't how I pictured us getting here, but I want this. That is, if you do too?"
He closed the distance and wrapped his arms around me. The air left me in a rush as he lifted me off my feet and took me to the foot of the bed. Falling on my back, I was caged in his arms as he leaned forward.
"Now, don't you feel ridiculous asking?" His low voice was playful as he looked down at me, hungry and fierce.
The heat between us was an inferno, and we were teetering on the edge of it. I knew it, he knew it, and whoever made the next move would break the dam and it would all come rushing out. Of the things I wanted to do, I picked one at random as I snaked a hand around his neck, gently pulling the tie on his hair as it fell forward.
That did it.
He leaned down, kissing my collarbone and making his way up my neck, peppering in heated words as he went. "Feel free to touch, darling. It's all yours."
He nipped at my ear and a thrilling shiver ran down my spine. A sound escaped me that only proved to spur Devin on. His hand moved to my hip, squeezing, and brushing the skin above my leggings with his thumb, leaving a trail of inferno in its wake.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Faeries

“What I dread is the moment when her understanding turns to compassion, and her tenderness, her concern, come dangerously close to pity and maternal solicitude as to change the very nature of our lovemaking. 'No, no, my darling, we mustn’t, you will strain yourself...' Of course I should have spoken to her frankly, from the first. But to name the Devil is to conjure him up. And the moods of lover are contagious. There is that hazardous balance between them where the misery of the one brings on the insecurity and anxiety of the other; things quickly go from bad to worse, until they can no longer speak about it and the silence grows like a wall between them.”
― Romain Gary, Au-delà de cette limite votre ticket n'est plus valable

“She held his gaze for as long as she could withstand the flame, then focused on her tablet, aware that once again she'd been outplayed, had slid closer to the edge of an abyss whose depths she couldn't quite fathom.”
― Maya Blake, Kidnapped for His Royal Heir

“In every way, masturbation is quite handy.”
― Alain Bremond-Torrent, "Darling, it's not only about sex"

“She waited for him to say something else, suddenly acutely aware, as she'd never been before, that a bed lay directly above them, barely two minutes from where they sat. And, like Strike, she thought, everything I've worked and sacrificed for is in jeopardy if I take this conversation to the wrong place. Our relationship will be forever marred by awkwardness and embarrassment.

But worse than that, by far: she was scared of giving herself away. The feelings she'd been denying to Matthew, to her mother, to Ilsa and to herself must remain hidden.”
― Robert Galbraith, Troubled Blood

“I am watching his every move. I can see where this is going. I am motionless like the cheese before the mouse strikes. The deer before the headlights hit. The mouth before the lips kiss. He has me up on that butcher block and splayed like a slab of meat before I know what hits me.”
― Ellen Marie Francisco, Catastrophic Expectations: Sex, Love, and the Pursuit of Marriage

“Her last step landed her against him. He stood so close. His arms were raised above her head, ready to move the ladder to the next location. She ducked under his arm, and their bodies brushed. Her shoulder skimmed his chest; her hip tapped his groin.
His intake of breath drew her gaze. He released a short pant. Widened his stance. His zipper no longer lay flat. It bulged. Largely.
Her lips parted on her own indrawn breath. They'd touched, and he'd gotten an erection. Her breasts grew heavy. Her panties dampened. Embarrassingly so.”
― Kate Angell, The Cottage on Pumpkin and Vine

“I'm naked underneath."
"Commando here, too."
One corner of her mouth tipped up. "Something else we have in common."
He moved toward her, stepped around the chair. Closing in, he he finger-traced her cleavage. She didn't flinch or cringe, which encouraged him to say, "I'll take off my shirt, so you don't feel alone when I peel down your top."
"Once our tops are off?"
"We work our way down."
"Down...”
― Kate Angell, The Cottage on Pumpkin and Vine

“Patrick's father yelled, "Hey! You two necking over there? Save it!"
Heidi and Patrick looked at each other.
Patrick's father yelled. "Get your --- uhhh --- get up here! I got work for you two."
"He was about to tell me what part of my body I should get in gear," said Patrick, grinning. "Then he decided not to."
"Both of us need to get in gear," said Heidi. "I don't know what I'm doing in Neutral when I have to stay in High."
A spotlight caught her; the sopping hair gleamed, the cold ice-reddened cheeks tilted toward him; a smile of mischief teased him.
For an entire five or six seconds, he thought about sex instead of rescue.”
― Caroline B. Cooney, Flight #116 Is Down!

“You knew I was there from the start."
He didn't flinch. "Yeah, I knew."
I didn't want to find that titillating or hot. But I did. Damn it.
But I was an actress. I could fake it.
"Well, then I guess I have to ask, Did you expect me to turn away from a show so freely offered?" When he blinked in surprise, I tutted in reproach. "Who would suspect you were an exhibitionist. Tell me----did it get you off knowing I was watching? Or would anyone looking on do the trick?"
Lucian huffed out a laugh, as though he couldn't believe my audacity but kind of liked it. His lids lowered as his gaze slid back to my mouth. And everything went hazy, the air between us too heavy. The rumble of his voice rippled along my skin, licked up my trembling thighs.
"Do you really want me to answer that, Em? Knowing you might not like my reply?"
Oh, the arrogance. I sucked in a breath, ready to tell him off. His eyes glinted with hot sparks, as though he wanted me to lay into him, like it would be the excuse he needed to do the same.
But it wasn't violence I pictured. It was sex. Frantic, sweaty, angry...”
― Kristen Callihan, Make It Sweet

“His eyes, pale as the glowing pool, pinned me to the spot. So much heat in them. Heat and need and a shadow of frustration, as though he didn't want to want me. His voice lowered, thick as hot cream. "Em, if you're naked in front of me, there's going to be touching."
Yes, please. Now would be good.
"Pretty presumptuous of you, honey pie."
Lucian, the rat bastard, smiled, those hot eyes intent on my face. "Who said it had to be you I'm touching?"
"What?" I could barely think. His nearness was making me light headed.
"I'm not above taking matters into my own hand, if that's the only option."
I pictured him handling all that... girth. The bottom dropped out of me.
"Oh, well played----"
Water ripped, and he was there, big body surrounding me, his mouth inches from mine. "To be clear," he murmured, "if you're naked in front of me, I'd rather touch you."
He was so close, vividly present. Deliciously beautiful. My lids lowered, my lips parting with the need to feel his. I wanted. I wanted.
Our legs brushed under the water, and a shiver danced up my thighs. Lucian grabbed the edge of the pool to brace himself, his arms bracketing me, which made it worse. Water droplets glinted on the dips and swells along his shoulders and arms, drawing my attention to the sheer strength of his body and how good it would feel to touch him.”
― Kristen Callihan, Make It Sweet

“Careful, we can't have you falling again."
"Oh my gosh, just couldn't resist bringing that up, could you?"
"In my defense, if you could've seen yourself... I've never in my life seen someone so dirty." He let go of her arm. "Er..."
"It's okay. I was dirty. Filthy, in fact." Brazen in the tug of his magnetism, she held his gaze. "Good thing for showers."
"Yeah." His voice dipped low and husky. "Good thing."
Alisha swallowed, consumed by the sudden thought of what he would taste like. Crisp beer and salty fries. From the unfocused look on his face, his mind was tracing a similar path.”
― Chandra Blumberg, Digging Up Love

“When her kisses became as hungry as his, he tore his mouth away and trailed it down her throat again. He found her breasts next, but didn't stay there long before his lips followed an invisible trail down her stomach. Her stomach began jumping in anticipation at once as she recalled their wedding night, and Claray bit her lip and held her breath, almost afraid she was wrong and he wasn't about to---
"Ahhh!" she cried out as his mouth found the spot she'd hoped he was looking for. Dear God in heaven, she loved his tongue, Claray thought wildly as he pleasured her with it. She wanted to dig her nails into his shoulders, but he was too far away so she dug them into the earth at her sides instead. She wanted to wrap her legs around him to urge him on, but was afraid of smothering him, so she dug her heels into the ground and thrust her pelvis up instead. And then his tongue pushed into her as if he were kissing her mouth, and Claray came undone for a second time. But this time was stronger than the last and an ululating cry burst from her mouth as she convulsed under the onslaught.”
― Lynsay Sands, Highland Wolf