Amy Andrews Quotes

“Ryder cocked an eyebrow. “So that’s how you get men do your bidding.”
She laughed, still looking into Tiny’s eyes. “By calling them good boy and offering them treats?”
Ryder smiled. Her laugh made him happy. Hell, just looking at the woman made him happy. “Works for me.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“He’s obviously very well trained. He’s probably just confused about being handed around a bit and is acting out.”
Ryder didn’t think Tiny was confused at all. That dog was smart as hell. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was enjoying putting Ryder through the ringer then acting all butter-wouldn’t-melt whenever a chick walked by in case he got to lick a cleavage or two.
He was evil. An evil fucking genius.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“I’m texting your picture, your name, and your address to one of my flatmates. In case I’m letting your beautiful building blind me to the fact you’re actually a serial killer.”
To his credit, he didn’t look at her like she was crazy, just smiled. “I’m a reasonably famous rugby player. I’m on the TV. You can see my half naked ass on a billboard as you drive off the Sydney Harbour Bridge.”
“What, you can’t be a serial killer as well?”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“So...just kissing ...?”
If he was disappointed, he didn’t show it. Kudos to him. “Some feeling up is allowed, but nothing below the waist. And absolutely no sex.”
Just saying it out loud was getting her all hot and bothered. Him too if the flare of his nostrils was any indication. God, she’d missed this. All of it. The flirting. The chase. The dance. Surprisingly she wasn’t even that rusty. It was all coming back to her.
“So it’s making out. Like in high school.”
“Exactly.” She smiled.
“High school sucked.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“Juliet stared at their reflection. One big hand lay flat against her belly, the other cupped and fondled her breast. Her nipples were a dark reddish-brown from the torment. She didn’t recognise the woman who stared back, her face all flushed, her mouth parted, her head fallen back against his chest having lost its capacity to support itself.
“Juliet?”
His urgent prompt dragged her gaze down, to where his finger pushed lower, disappearing entirely beneath her tights while his remaining fingers stayed firmly on the outside. It found the lacy edge of her underwear and stopped, brushing back and forth.
“Just the one finger.” His voice was like gravel. “That’s all I need.”
Juliet moaned and closed her eyes against the wickedly delicious thought of it— watching him get her off, with just one finger.
That’s all I need.
Fuck... Even his arrogance was sexy.
She opened her eyes, thrilling at the sight of him pawing her, one hand on her breast the other down her pants. “Yes.” Her tongue flicked out to wet dry lips. “Hurry.”
He smiled triumphantly, his nostrils flaring as his middle finger slipped under the barrier of her underwear. The waistband of her tights dragged lower, dipping in the middle, as he slid into the slick folds of her pussy.
Juliet cried out at the delicious invasion, arching her back and curling her fingers into his neck.
“Jesus Christ.” He pressed his face into her nape and groaned. It echoed down her spine and she shivered. “You’re so fucking wet.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“Her gaze dropped to the zipper of his shorts, still sporting a significant bulge. “Think you can deal with that thing all by yourself?”
“I think I can manage after twenty six years.”
She lifted her chin in the direction of the Ziggurat tiling. “Cold shower?”
“That’s one option. Although I do have an awesome new fantasy for my spank bank. It’d be a shame to waste it.”
The thought of Ryder jacking off while he thought of her was wildly exciting. She’d love to be a fly on the wall for that. Or...
“True. On the other hand you could not do anything about it. And I...a real live woman could help you out with it tomorrow night after poker. Think how much more intense it will be after you’ve denied yourself for a while.”
The bob of his throat was visible from across the room. “Denial sucks.”
“True. But I could make it worth your while.”
He sighed. “If it doesn’t kill me first.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“Did you jack off last night?”
He swallowed, his throat undulating against her lips. “No.”
“Really?” He wouldn’t be the first guy to lie about a quick wank.
“Cross my heart. Got no sleep at all.”
A surge of triumph shot through her system and her lips curved upwards. “You think” —she slid her hand between them and groped his dick through his shorts—“you’re going to last very long when I get on my knees and blow you?”
Juliet revelled in both the unsteady timbre of his breathing and the feel of him in her hand. The power she had over him in this moment hit her right between the legs. “I think I will last an embarrassingly short amount of time.”
― Amy Andrews

“She tasted good. Like salt and vinegar chips and Bailey’s Irish cream. Who knew that was such a fucking turn on?”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“He took it off, and she could see his hair was damp with sweat, as was his shirt on closer inspection. He mustn’t have bothered showering after his training session. Juliet’s belly tightened. There was just something about a sweaty man that had always done it for her.
Good sweaty. Not the festering-for-hours-never-worn-deodorant kind. The healthy kind worked up through hard physical labour. The primal survival kind that attracted a woman to the type of man who could keep her in mammoth stew and furs.
It clearly didn’t matter how sophisticated humans thought they were or how far they’d come. Hundreds of thousands of years of evolution and it still got down to how a man smelled.
Mother Nature was one crazy bitch.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“He was so pumped, jumping up and down on the spot, showing off the taut lean muscles in his quads and calves so different to the bulkiness of a lot of the other players. He bristled with energy, shaking out his arms, flicking his fingers.
Flicking off invisible globules of testosterone so powerful she could feel their pull all the way up here.
He dropped his head from side to side to work his traps, bending at the waist right in front of the box to execute a perfect hamstring stretch.
Ooh la freaking la.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“Spread your legs.” His voice was deep and dark, the glow in his eyes feral.
This was what he’d looked like on the field tonight. Running the plays. Focused on the job.
Dominant. Decisive. Certain.
Male.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“The noise of his zip was like the drag of a fingernail down her spine, and Juliet moaned, helpless to stop, as he pushed first his jeans, then his underwear, down and off. He stood tall and proud in front of her, his abs taut, his shoulders back, his stare still fixed between her legs, dark and hooded and intense.
His nudity was breathtaking, his cock jutting out thick and hard as he shoved his hands on his hips.
It was a thoroughly arrogant pose. Like a prince. Or a feudal Lord.
And her body responded in kind, waiting with baited breath for his next royal command, his next move. Knowing she’d do just about anything for him in this moment with the wild beat of her pulse echoing though her ears and her gut and the slick heat at her heart.
Open her mouth. Roll over. Get on all fours.
Beg.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“I saw you on that field tonight, you rugby guys look like you were born knowing how to fuck.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“So you know how to ride a horse and muster and...stuff.”
He laughed. “Yes. I know how to do stuff.” He squeezed her ass again and muscles deep and low responded. “Country boys know how to do all kinds of stuff.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“There have to be rules though.” She pulled out of the kiss, withdrawing her finger as well, sliding it down his chin and throat, leaving a wet trail.
“Rules?”
Her gaze locked with his. “This can only be sex. Just seven weeks of utterly debauched, completely strings-free sex.” Her finger moved south, swirling around first one nipple then the other. “No expectations. No commitments. No getting attached. No crying like a baby and asking me not to leave.”
Ryder laughed at the thought, but there was a husky catch to it as her finger trailed down his abdomen.
“I’m not going to fall in love with you,” she continued. “And you’re not going to fall in love with me. I will not give up my dream again, Ryder. Not for you, not for any man. Okay?”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“His woman. Part of her knew she should object to the wording. She wasn’t his woman. They weren’t together like that. But the heaviness between her legs was blooming into something much fuller and fuck it, she liked the way it sounded on his lips while he pinned her to the railing and publically groped her.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“Shhh,” he whispered, his breath hot at her ear. His cock was hot too, poised at her entrance. “Like this. I want to fuck you just like this. From behind. With your clothes on and your tits out and people on the street below completely oblivious. Stay really quiet.” He flexed then and pushed himself inside her but not all the way. “Oh god yes, fuuuuck.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“They think they’re having such a good time,” he continued, whispering in her ear as he pulled out again.
The two men didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move on that was for sure, standing on the wide path fronting the beach, having a loud, seemingly amusing conversation.
“They’re wrong.” His hands squeezed her breasts as he slid home again, inch by slippery inch. “Nothing is as good as being inside you.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“Trying to Jedi mind trick the towel into falling off me won’t work. You’re a rugby player not Luke Skywalker.”
He grinned. “I have a light sabre in my pants that says different.”
Oh he did. And he wielded that weapon of mass distraction well.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“It’s just a dress.”
Oh no. There was nothing just about it. Juliet was wearing a walking hard on. “With a zip.” He fought the desire to close his eyes and rut into her hand. “That goes on forever. I can peel you like banana.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“I just don’t understand why they’d think we were together, when I’m leaving the country to live on the other side of the planet in a month?”
It was Ryder’s turn to snort. “Well gosh, I don’t know Juliet. Maybe your hand on my cock was a clue.”
She sucked in a breath, her eyes glittering now. “They could not see that!”
“They didn’t have to,” he bit out. “We were practically humping each other at the table.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“So, let me get this right.” He braked at a traffic light and yanked at the edges of his bow tie, reefing the knot undone, leaving the tails flapping open. “You’re pissed at me because my friends don’t think you’re just some kind of fuck buddy?”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“Calm down?” Her voice went really low, her eyes glittering. “Don’t tell me to calm down. I’m so freaking horny at the moment all I want to do is fuck. You got a problem with that?”
Her words slammed into his groin. He should have a problem with it. She was pissed at him but still perfectly fine with using him. There was something really fucked up about that.
Unfortunately, no part of Ryder had a problem with it.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“This what you want, huh?” He pulled her hips off the wall with his spare hand to fit snug against his body. “Me using you like this?” His head lowered to her other breast, replacing the pinching with suction, soothing the stinging tip as his fingers tortured the other.
Yes. This. Them using each other. That was what she wanted. What the hell was wrong with that?
The irrational anger she’d felt in the car boiled up in her again. “Fuck you,” she panted, grounding her head and shoulder blades against the wall as her left hand ploughed into his hair and she twisted her fingers hard.
He didn’t even flinch and that just made her madder.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“It was perfect. Just right. Just what the raging, frothing she-demon inside her needed. The demon that had driven the stupid argument between them and nothing short of his possession was going to drive her out.
Revenge sex had taught Juliet that it wasn’t possible to screw the angry out, but if anyone could, it was Ryder.
She moved restlessly against him as he held himself high inside her. “Again,” she demanded. “More.”
“Christ.” His breath was hot on her neck, his voice strained and clearly pissed off. “You’re so fucking bossy.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“He didn’t try to kiss her. She probably would have bitten him if he had. This wasn’t nice sex. It wasn’t considerate. This wasn’t the kind of sex lovers had. It was two angry people trying to fuck each other into submission.
And she’d never been more turned on in her life.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“The man ticked all of her boxes. Compassionate, kind, thoughtful. But he was alpha as fuck on a rugby field.
And in the bedroom.
Or on a balcony. Or in front of a mirror. Or up against a wall.
She really should walk away. Now. Right now.
Hell, she should run.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“I don’t suppose you’re going to be able to—” She looked around for lurking roommates and leaned in a little closer. “Fuck with that? Especially if it’s broken.”
Ryder smiled. “I can fuck with all but a broken dick and even then, I’d give it a red hot try.” He lunged, grabbing her arm and she squealed playfully as he dragged her towards him. “Come and sit in my lap and I’ll show you.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“I’m not going to be the bad guy here, Ryder, because you can’t be like every other man out there and think with your dick.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever

“She loved him. She loved Ryder Davis.
She loved his stupid face and his dumb smile and his idiotic biceps.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing With Forever