Turned On Quotes

“So tell me, Jane, are you cold?” His lips brushed hers and he said through a hot breath, “Or turned on?”
― Rachel Gibson, See Jane Score

“Sensuality never runs out of new, delicious, and orgasmic flavours. In fact, it’s got more flavours than can ever be tasted in a million lifetimes. It’s flavours are new every morning.”
― Lebo Grand

“It is impossible to be ‘turned on’ without submission.”
― Lebo Grand

“You cannot really be greatly turned on by something, and not be turned off by its opposite or absence.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“So, um...I don't really know what to say right now." I let out an embarrassed laugh.
The expression on Max's face melts from flustered to amused. And then he stands up, steps closer to me, cups his hand over my cheek, and presses a feathery kiss to my lips.
"I don't either, honestly," he says. "That was kind of..."
"Unexpected."
He nods once. "And fucking amazing."
"And hot."
"Definitely hot."
I nuzzle into his hand slightly, which earns me a sexy smile.
"Can I still come in for my coffee order tomorrow?" he asks.
"Of course."
"And maybe after you close down the bakery you can stop by and we can get up to more fucking amazing and hot stuff?"
I'm full-on beaming. This definitely isn't what I had in mind when I was psyching myself out to ask Max out on a date, it's a million times better. And I'm down to see where it goes.
"I'd really, really like that."
I start to turn to leave, but then Max grabs me gently by the hand, pulls me back to him, then levels me with a kiss so hot, my panties are soaked all the way through.
I stay standing in that spot, my head spinning, as I struggle to find my bearings.
"See you tomorrow, Joelle.”
― Sarah Echavarre Smith, The Boy With the Bookstore

“It's bad form to be at attention while in the birchin.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Not fair to use your powers on the mat.' Magical. Sexual. Whatever. It's all unfair.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You're an absolutely stunning, murderous little creature,' ...”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“Fuck, I can't get enough of you," he muttered, giving a shake of his head. Yeah, like that would clear it.
"We should go upstairs---"
"No. Picnic first," he muttered, knowing he'd regret this for the next few hours when he sat through the torturous process of putting food into her mouth while battling a distinct case of blue balls. "You deserve to be treated right."
Confusion clouded her eyes. "I want you, Manny. I don't need all the fancy trappings."
"This isn't a fancy date, it's low-key, and I want to spend some quality time with you."
The confusion cleared, replaced by amusement. "You sure you're not a woman trapped in a man's body?"
"Come on," he said, grabbing her hand. "Besides, the faster we eat, the faster you get to discover that my body is definitely all man."
She fell into step without having to be asked again.”
― Nicola Marsh, The Man Ban

“Harper knew Wayne Storr must've told the kitchen staff to go all out with this dinner, because she couldn't believe the quality of every course. Seared scallops with charred scallions, slow-cooked lamb shoulder with fennel ricotta, grass-fed rib eye with polenta and salsa verde, finished with a tiramisu that made her eyes roll back in her head. At least, that's what it felt like, and if Manny's rapturous expression was any indication, he liked it too.
"That is categorically the best meal I've ever had." He patted his stomach and groaned. "And I'm not going to eat for the next week, so I'm stuffed."
"Me too."
But she knew a good way to burn off the calories, and she couldn't wait any longer. While the food may have been delicious, watching Manny eat had been torture. His lips wrapping around a scallop, his tongue flicking out to capture a dab of salsa verde on his lip, the small, satisfied groan as he spooned the final scoop of tiramisu into his mouth.
He'd driven her slowly but surely crazy.
It seemed like the entire meal had been one giant exercise in foreplay, and she'd been patient long enough.
Time for dessert.
In her case, greed was good.”
― Nicola Marsh, The Man Ban

“I want to take ten gazillion photos and put them on Instagram, since I'm proud of myself for baking and decorating this cake when I was horny as fuck."
"Did you just say...?"
"Did I just say what, Lindsay?"
He wanted her to repeat his words, damn him.
"That you're horny as fuck?" she said.
"Might have done," he said innocently, as he started removing his clothes.
No, his apron. He was only removing his apron. She did the same and hung it on a peg, bumping into him in the process.
An accident. She hadn't done that on purpose.
But then she was in his arms again, and he was kissing her, and God, why was he so good at this? His hands slipped beneath her T-shirt, touching her skin above the waistband of her jeans. It was enough to nearly make her combust, and at the same time, it frustrated her.
She wrapped a leg around him and tried to climb him like a tree.
He laughed softly, in a way that made her insides turn into runny strawberry filling”
― Jackie Lau, Donut Fall in Love

“Life don’t get more abundant than you being ‘turned on’ to the max.”
― Lebo Grand

“Life don’t get any more abundant than you being ‘turned on’ to the max.”
― Lebo Grand

“Life don’t get any more abundant than your sensuality being ‘turned on’ to the max.”
― Lebo Grand

“Listen, life don’t get any more abundant than your sensuality being ‘turned on’ to the max.”
― Lebo Grand

“Life don’t get any more abundant than having your sensuality ‘turned on’ to the max.”
― Lebo Grand

“Life don’t get any more abundant than when you have your sensuality ‘turned on’ to the max.”
― Lebo Grand

“Sensuality is the author and finisher of our Desires.”
― Lebo Grand

“Their encounter had been amazing, breathtaking. He'd touched her in ways she'd never imagined a man might touch a woman and...it had been wonderful. Shocking, too, but wonderful was the only accurate method of describing it.
All these hours later, her body was alive and thrumming with an unfamiliar, exotic energy, as though it had been in hibernation and had just been awakened. Her nipples were alert and aroused from how he'd pinched them. Whenever she shifted about on the bed, the fabric of her nightdress irritatingly rubbed against them and made her wish he was present to fondle them again.
He'd suckled against her! With his dark hair splayed across her chest, and his lips wrapped around her breast, he'd looked so beautiful. The episode had been brief and abrupt, but the agitation he'd inflicted with his atrocious teeth and tongue still tormented.
Her womanly cleft was overly aggravated, as well, and when he'd caressed her there, she'd been outraged by the intimate penetration of his conniving hand, but not now as she reflected upon it cooly and analytically. His shrewd finger had fit exactly right, had stroked across an itch she hadn't realized needed scratching.
Retrospection about him and his indecent gestures caused her to press her thighs together, but the movement inundated her with searing sensation, and she groaned in frustration. Her tender, feminine flesh was moist and swollen, and to her consternation, she wished he was available to continue his maneuvers. Without a doubt, he would be competent to ease her physical woes.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“My chest heaves up and down as I spit the words out when I feel my pointer finger jab against something very hot and solid. And that's when I realize I'm poking Max's chest with my finger. God, wow... that's... that's some firm bare flesh right there.
I remember just how exquisite his skin felt under my touch the one time we made out. But touching him like this, when our emotions are running high and his skin is hot and wet, it's a completely different sensory experience.
A second later I remember that I'm only wearing a sports bra. My cleavage and my stomach are on full display, mere inches from Max's body.
And that's when I notice that glazed-over look in his eyes... and where exactly he's looking.
It's not at my face. It's at my chest. My boobs specifically.
I step back and cross my arms over my torso. My cheeks heat and I start to turn away instinctively. And then I see Max's hands fly to the waistband of his jeans. His fingers fumble and for a moment, I wonder what the hell he's so panicked about.
But then I see it. The bulge at the front of his jeans.
Max is turned on at the sight of me, sweaty and in a sports bra.
A whole new feeling consumes me. It feels a lot like satisfaction. Maybe a tad smug too.
I can't help it. Max Boyson is turned on by me again, but this time I barely even touched him.”
― Sarah Echavarre Smith, The Boy With the Bookstore

“I was seconds from taking you to the ground and becoming a very, very bad guard.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“That was very naughty,' Hawke chided, snatching the sword out of my hand as if I hadn't been holding onto it. 'You are so incredibly violent.' He dipped his chin and whispered, 'It still turns me on.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“No, he only fed off me. That's why he was so hard to fight; he's fueled by whatever is in my blood. But his bite had, uh, side effects."
Ryker grunted, knowing full well what I was talking about. A frustrated sigh escaped me as I tilted my head back, willing the cool air to take some of this heat from me.
"Do you need help taking care of it?" Ryker asked. His tone was surprisingly serious, no playful hints or innuendos marring his offer. I must have had a puzzled look on my face, because he elaborated. "I'm not going to fuck you tonight, Dani. When I take you, it's going to be because you begged me for it, not because another man forced this on you."
My lips parted as I stared at Ryker. If he'd wanted to cool me down, his words had the opposite effect. Now all I could picture was finding out just what he kept under that worn pair of jeans. Preferably, I'd be back in a black cotton dress and not Mina's club-wear, and there wouldn't be a vampire after me. But the picture Ryker just painted? I wanted that.
My thighs pressed together. I could feel the wetness on my skin. "Fucking hell," I groaned out, gritting my teeth. "No, Ryker. I'd rather let it wear off with time. I'm not going to get off on something Apollo started."
The glint in Ryker's eyes was filled with hungry appreciation. Satisfaction was dripping in his voice as he reached out and cupped my chin. "Good girl; I can promise your efforts to wait will be well rewarded."
Another needy sound keened from my throat. "Bastard.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“She pulls off the mask and her beautiful face warms you inside. Too bad she's frowning. "You have hypothermia," she says. "I'll get some blankets to warm you."
"Best cure for hypothermia is skin-to-skin contact." Your words come stronger now because Simi is here, and she's real and her tears are deliciously hot and they remind you of other places that can be hot and hopefully she'll take you to bed so you can hold her and make the cold go away. "I think you should take off our clothes and lie on top of me.”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist

“Your penchant for violence isn't anything to be ashamed of. Not with me. Haven't I told you it turns me on?'

'One too many times,' ...”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“Then I guess it would be repetitive of me to tell you how much you're turning me on now?'

'That and how incredibly disturbing it is.'

He smiled up at me, his eyes twin golden flames. 'I do so prefer hand-to-hand combat with you,' he said, catching my other wrist when I swung my fist down. 'I like how close it brings us, Princess.'

I shrieked my frustration- my irritation- at him. At myself. 'There is something so wrong with you!'

'Probably, but you know what?' He lifted his head off the ground. 'That's the part you like the most.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“It turns me on when you're armed with something sharp.'

'There's something so entirely wrong with you.'

He came around to my front. 'But you like what's wrong with me.'

'There is something wrong with me, too,' I looked up at him. 'Because I do.'

'I know.' He touched my cheek. 'I've always known you like that I enjoy when you make me bleed.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“Feisty,' Casteel murmured. 'I like it.'

'I'm this close to shooting her in the face with an arrow,' I warned him.

'I like that, too,' he replied.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“In the States, the best ones I've ever eaten were at Bedford Street Bakery, in Brooklyn."
"I heard the pastry chef at Qui raving about that place. The woman who runs it is Kiwi, right?"
"Yeah. She bakes these beautiful seasonal pastries. I was there around this time four years ago, and there was one with apricots, crème pâtissière, and toasted almonds, and it was just gorgeous." Her shoulders dropped, and her mouth went slack remembering the pleasure.
I pressed myself back into the hard bench to hold off the wave of horniness that crashed over me. Jesus, Kieran, get a grip. "That was a quality Homer Simpson drooling noise," I said. Jokes were safe. Jokes meant I wasn't turned on.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, The Slowest Burn

“Crushes among wolves were a waste of time if you had faith about finding a mate, and this thing with June should be no different.
But, fuck, she smelled good.
I shifted in my seat, glad she was glued to her phone and hadn't noticed the hard-on I was rocking. Wolves have too many damn hormones. Fuck and fight, an endless cycle.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Wolves