Frenched (Frenched #1)

Any requests?” he asked.
“Take off your pants.”
He grinned at me over his shoulder. “I meant music.

Behave, princess.

Car sex. Crossed. Off. The list.

God knows I never sought anything in you except yourself; I wanted simply you, nothing of yours.

Go down on you? Are you kidding me? In two years, you can count the times on one hand?” Lucas looked appalled. “He had the sweetest pussy in all creation right next to him all that time and he didn’t spend his days and nights buried in it?

He licked me like a double scoop of French vanilla on a hot summer day. At the equator. He savored me like I could melt in his mouth but he didn’t want me to.

I did love making lists. They calmed me, made me feel like I was in control, on top of things, sticking to a plan. But all over the floor were crumpled and wadded-up lists with titles like Pooping Your Pants in Public and Other Things That Are ALMOST As Humiliating as This But Not Quite and Not 10, Not 50, but 100 Reasons Why Tucker is a Fucker,

I didn’t care if it wasn’t real life.
It felt too fucking good to care.

I finished packing and went over my list again and again. Item one made me a little queasy, but items two through five put a grin on my face every time. God, I loved lists. I’d never fucking stop. With

I’m in love with you. And I can’t let you get away.

I’m not ready to say goodbye to you.

I’m really glad I came in The Beaver last night.

I saw stars that haven’t even been born yet. God,

I want the flavor of you on my tongue every fucking minute of the day.

I want to taste you all the time, Mia. I want the flavor of you on my tongue every fucking minute of the day. And you know it. You shouldn’t tease me by telling me you’re not wearing panties when I can’t have my mouth on you.

Just lie back and relax, love.” He slid my legs apart, planting a kiss on my left inner thigh, then my right. “Tell me if something feels good and scream all you want.

Kissing in the rain is fun, but making out with Lucas in his shower is fucking outstanding.

Listen, I don’t know what kind of assholes you’ve been with before, but I promise you, your orgasm will not only make an appearance tonight, it will be the star of the show.”
… “Really?”
“Really … In fact, I will venture to say that there may even be an encore or two.

Mia, please. You don’t have to come out. I just want to talk to you. Come on, we’ll…make a list or something. You love making lists.” I did love making lists. They calmed me, made me feel like I was in control, on top of things, sticking to a plan.

Nothing you ask of me is too much.

Oh, God, Lucas,” I panted frantically. “I’m gonna come...” “I want you to,” he growled. “I want you to come on my cock. I want to feel it. Then I’m going to come inside you so hard.

Paris can kiss my ass.

Stop it, Mia. And don’t even look at his crotch right now. Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t— I did it. I couldn’t help myself.

There’s a big middle ground between pedestal and porn.

Top Five Reasons (Out of 100) I Am NEVER Coming Out Of This Blanket Fort

We’re going to stroll up the Champs-Élysées like proper tourists and then sit at a cafe and have coffee in view of the Arc de Triomphe.

You are a fucking delight, princess. It’s like you know the dirty jokes in my head I’m too scared to make in front of you.

You reign in such inward retreats of my soul that I know not where to attack you; when I endeavor to break those chains by which I am bound to you I only deceive myself, and all my efforts but serve to bind them faster.   Heloise d’Argenteuil

You’re not going to believe this. I can barely believe it.” “Go on.” I licked my lips. “I met someone.” Her squeal was so loud I had to hold the phone away from my ear. “And?” “And I had three orgasms last night.” Silence. “Coco?” “I’m sorry, I was in shock. Did you say three?” I smiled. “Yes.” “Who is this wizard of O’s?” “His

You’re not in love with him. You’re just happy to be here. Really supremely fucking happy. And all hopped up on the fresh air and orgasms.