Quotes by Ophelia London

In the grand scheme of things, we share a mutual goal, but Im not a distraction.He couldnt help laughing, probably loudly enough to scare a school of hammerheads.What?Sharona Blaire. He shook his head, keeping his eyes on the smooth ocean surface. Youve been nothing but the sexiest, most desirable distraction of my life. The admission hung in the air, suspended, and for a painful moment, he regretted being so open... trusting.I guess that means we have something else in common, Jeff Cruz.

I shouldnt brag, but Im one of the top experts in my field.She swallowed. Of shark sex, you mean.Well, that, too. Anything you want to know on the subject, Sharona... anything --he pulled back a sexy half grin --- Id be happy to enlighten you.

Why was life so unfair that the one guy she felt uncontrollable chemistry with ---even when they werent even touching ---was the only guy she had to keep her hands off?

His lips crashed against hers. If there had been air in her lungs, she wouldnt have known what to do with it. He kissed her fiercely, making her head spin wilder than a whirlpool, knocking every last puff of breath from her body.

One of the most elusive things about the white shark is their, uh... His eyes moved to hers and he held them there.Their what? she asked when he didnt finish, a bit rapt by his expression.He kept his eyes locked on her. Their mating.Mating, she repeated, feeling a flutter in her stomach at the way he was looking at her...then suddenly not looking at her.We dont know if individual animals spawn in a certain spot every time --- kind of like a human might go to a particular pub if she wants some action. Juan an example, mind you?She folded her arm, feeling her cheeks heat up. Pub Uh-huh.Jeff leaned against the railing, his expression looking smug at her embarrassment. For all we know, sharks are just, ya know, doing it everywhere.Like the Kardasians? ....But who know. Maybe, if we play just the right mood music, you and I will get lucky, Sharona Blaire.Was he talking about shark reproduction... or human?And... was he flirting? Earlier, hed gone cold and hostile when shed tried to apologize. The man was a ball of contradiction. A very sexy, very nice-smelling contradiction.Well. She swallowed, staring in his eyes. Im all for getting lucky.

Tell me if this is too forward, he said in a low voice that was surprisingly shaky, but do you want to come---Yes, she answered, exhaling hot breath on his neck.He grinned and gave her hip a squeeze. I must say, this has been the most pleasant surprise I could imagine.Youre not very imaginative, then. She gave him the flirty eyes.Good thing I am.

I think you look...very nice. the way he said it, with a slight pause and that sexy accent, made Sharona forget all about jet lag. Instead, she was on high flirt alert.

Hooking up with a tall, dark stranger in a bar wasnt anywhere on her to do-do list, but as she eyed those broad shoulders, the thick neck, strong-looking hands, and gorgeous mouth...What the hell, maybe he should be on the top of her to-do list.

Think of it this way, he rubbed a fist under his square jaw, If we hadnt been on the same flight or at the same hotel, you wouldve had no one to spill your drinks on.

If your heart loses the ability to trust, youll never love again.

And you do know I’m the one who decides who I date”—she glared at Sam—“not you. If I want to drag this guy into the janitor’s closet and have my way with him, that’s none of your business.”“Drag me into a closet?” Hunter asked, his eyebrows up near his hairline. “Offer to buy me dinner first, then I’m all yours.

Slow-slow-quick-quick-slow went her heart.“Damn, I love the tango,” he whispered, tickling her ear.

She ran her hand over the dash.“You’re petting my car,” Hunter said, turning the key. “I usually charge for that.

The way he said it, with a twinkle in his already too-twinkly blue eyes, made Aimee feel twinkly, too.

Miles jogged off, leaving her alone in the large and quiet room. Aimee stood still, waiting for her mind and heart to go back to normal, return to how she felt a week ago before seeing Miles again.But they didn’t. Or wouldn’t. She put both hands over her pounding heart, exhaled, and sank into a chair. Nut-burgers. Now what?

When he began to play again, then sing those first few words, Aimee felt a flutter in her stomach she wasn’t able to squelch. She wasn’t a robot, after all. And it wasn’t so bizarre to get a little fluttery over a boy as talented and hot as Miles Carlisle. Millions of girls suffered the same ailment. But how many girls stood backstage, close enough that he’d accidentally felt her up in the dark? And how many of those girls had already had their heart broken by him?

If I kissed her now, one of two things would happen. We’d either get naked right here on the beach and probably get arrested, or I’d somehow manage to get us up the hill to my house, and then we’d get naked. But kissing her once, then letting her go. That…wasn’t possible. I couldn’t kiss her then go back to my ordinary life. I wasn’t Superman. If I was, though, the girl in my arms was more lethal to me than kryptonite.

Much to her dismay, he was even better looking up close. The kind of sexy that made panties fly on stage. The kind of sexy that made her want to say, “Screw you!” to her twenty-four more man-less days.