Before You Break by Christina Lee

Oh Quinn, you're such a guy, "her white T-shirt had traveled up her a** and she was wearing barely there pink panties. Ella wasn't a tiny girl. She had a large rack and nice, shapely hips. Seeing her practically bare a** in full glory stopped me dead in my tracks. I couldn't move my limbs or my lips. What the hell was wrong with me? It wasn't like I hadn't seen a girl's a** before. I adjusted myself in my shorts." And he's very hands on, "you think I don't want you?" I reached for her waist and yanked her toward me. I gripped her sweet a** and tipped my head to rest on her stomach. Her fingers fisted in my hair and I felt her harsh breaths against my neck. 'If I kiss you, Ella, I won't be able to stop," I said. "I'd want more, and that can't happen. I'm just not...it just.... can't." And he knows how to voice his opinions, "you keep doing that and I'm going to come like a horny teenager," I breathed into her hair, attempting to steady my racing pulse. "That's how hot you make me." 

Rustled by Natasha Stories

Oh Charity got to love you girl, "oh, yeah? Then why am I naked and you're naked and wrapped around me like a boa constrictor. Get off." My shrill tirade sounded weak, even to me." And the way she makes situations funny, "his warmth soaked into me almost immediately. Ohm that was nice! But something was coming between us, that damned erection again. "Seriously, does that thing stand up all the time?" And Russ that boy is just so laid back, "as soon as my hand slipped between Russ's chiseled abs and the waistband of his shorts, a quickly indrawn breath warned me that he was awake. "What are you doing, Kitten?" he growled. Somehow, the Kitten evoked a softly-purring ball of fur, rather than the spitfire he originally described." And Charity knows how to distract her man, "to distract him from the conversation, I squeezed the half-erect shaft in my hand, causing him to gasp. "If you keep that up, we'll never leave this bed, woman." 

Sex, Lies, & Sweet Tea by Kris Calvert

I love me some hot, southern men, and some hot southern books, and Sam better be taking Polly's advice on how to get to her man, "nothing else, just get your business waxed off and you'll be ready," Polly mused. 'And a mani-pedi wouldn't hurt. So tell me about him. Is he man-tastic?" And Sam has the southern charm both with and without Mac, "southern ladies always let their men win, no matter what," she teased and walked ahead." And she can be bold when need be, "if I'm allowed to talk about anything with you, then I want to talk about that you didn't wear a condom," Samantha said, sitting up looking down at me, her long hair filling the space between us." And Mac he's always a naughty boy where Sam is concerned, "you're right, I'm not," I said, lying back in the bed and gripping myself. "I'm getting all excited thinking about the prospect of you talking dirty to me." Miss Ceila always has advice for Mac, "you listen here. I don't know what y'all do up in Washington D.C, but in Shadeland, Alabama, you take your date home. You don't let her slink off early the next morning." I like how bold Sam gets the more her and Mac are together, "sweet lord," mumbled Samantha, coming in closer, kissing me and grabbing my bare a**." And she's really into giving compliments, "that's pretty impressive," Sam remarked, staring at my post orgasmic, semi-hard penis." 

On the Rocks by Sawyer Bennett

Hunter has some naughty visions about Gabby, "she's starred in many of my fantasies I've had while in my shower jacking off, and just the thought of that causes a stirring down in my pants." He's cocky, "what?" I taunt her. "Kiss the eff out of me again? You wanted it... you enjoyed it. Accept it." He's humorous, "yes, Gabs. Sex, effing, making love, getting you off, getting me off. I don't care what we call it, but I want to keep seeing you." He's very forthcoming as well, "because I want to eff you right now, and I don't have a damn condom on me. Plus, I don't want anything between us. I want to feel you against me." He has to make her behave sometimes, "I push back against him, wiggling in closer. "Stop doing that," he growls in my ear. "Someone's at the door and I don't want to have to answer it with a hard-on." I can't wait for Brody's story. 

Breaking Beauty by Celia Loren

Romy, I sometimes like where her thoughts lead, "plus - going by her glimpse in the bathtub - making love to Bryson Vaughn would not be the worst way to lose her last shred of dignity." Bryson he's not afraid to let his girl know how his body parts are doing, "you've got me so effing hard, Romy Adelaide," he said." And he gets so giddy over the strangest of things, "helping her off the Harley's back with a firm but gentle hand, Bryson grinned unabashedly - like a little boy. "You like the bike?" he asked." He's a guy whose open about his feelings, "if it's a woman I really like, yes. Yes. I guess what I'm saying's that I really effing like you." And Romy know how to get her man going, "she kissed the inky imprint of his neck tattoo, tasting blood and sweat and something else spicy and strange. He reached around and squeezed her knee. "Welcome to the Devil's Aces, Adelaide. You're a bad girl now, and there's no going back." he called over the din of his revving engine."

The Bull Rider and the Bare Boycotter by Jeanine McAdam

Logan gets some reactions to Rachel at the wrong time, "she even pulled herself up to look over the first row as her dust-covered breast brushed against Logan's cheek. If they were anywhere else, "anywhere" being the operative word, Logan would have been hard as a cattle prod under his chaps." Then man sure is flirty, "hold on there, girlie," he protested. "I was ten years old, the cat got out just fine and I've got lots of other scars for you to touch." He took her hand and put it on his upper thigh." And he's an impatient boy, "I'll rip them off if you don't drop them to the floor right now," Logan threatened. He already had a condom in his hand and was unbuckling his wide belt. "I've wanted you for so damn long, I can't wait another moment." He pushed his jeans down." I mean the man is desperate when it comes to this girl, "please don't stop having sex with me," he begged, "no matter what happens the next three days." He gets excited over the strangest of thing, "this is great." He did a little dance while pulling a gallon of banana-chocolate-chip out of the freezer. "I get to have no-holds-sex with a beautiful woman and I don't have to wrap the cracker." He chuckled. "I wish I could tell everybody I know about his, starting with my idiot brother Caleb." 

Against her Rules by Victoria Barbour

Elsie when the girl is tired and cranky, she well has an attitude, "your lodgings tonight is up that hill," she pointed, "in that house, in the room which I showed you earlier today. Tomorrow this can be your lodgings, and tomorrow I will show them to you, if you need me to. But right now my foot is aching. I'm hungry, and I'm clearly cranky. And I'm never cranky. So this is not the best time for me to be showing you anything." I mean Campbell is a natural born flirt, "so you think I'm normally charming, when I'm not fishing for compliments?" Elsie has no qualms about checking the boy out either, "his jeans which didn't look that tihgt when he was upright, stretched taut over his firm butt. It was a thing of beauty. Reluctantly she pulled her gaze from his read-end and laid the basket on the counter." Campbell sure knows how to give a girl a compliment, "I do't know what I want to do first when we get inside," he said, caressing her read as they walked. "I'm a fan of these jeans, by the way."