Today’s Sexy Sentence Saturday is from Obsidian by Jennifer Armentrout. I just finished reading the first 3 books in the Lux series yesterday, and I can say that Jennifer is now on my favorite authors list. I am in agony that the next book in the series won’t be available til next July.
There are so many great lines in this book that I want to share with you, so I’m going to do a second part SSS at a later date…go check out the ones I picked for you today…
“Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys.”
“My palms itched to have a close encounter of the bitch-slap kind with his face.”
“I’ve always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect.” His eyes searched mine intently, and for a moment we stood there toe to toe. “The ones who throw their beauty around, waste what they have? Their beauty is only passing. It’s just a shell hiding nothing but shadows and emptiness.”
“Remind me,” he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, “to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?”
“Will you show me what you really look like? You don’t sparkle, do you?”
“The day my internet was hooked up was better than having a hot guy check out my butt and ask for my phone number.”
“You look like you got more of a bath than the car. I never
thought washing a car would be so hard, but after watching you for the last fifteen minutes, I’m convinced it should be an Olympic sport.”
“I don’t think he meant to kiss me,” I said finally.
“What? Did he slip and fall on your mouth? Those things are known to happen.”
“Oh, yeah.” Carissa nodded. “They were googley-eyed in class on Friday. It was pretty steamy, the whole ‘I’m screwing you with my eyes’ thing they had going on.” I choked on my drink. “That was not what we were doing. We were talking!”
“Ash is going to kick your ass, Daemon.”
Daemon’s grin went up a notch. “Nah, she likes my ass too much for that.”
“You haven’t locked yourself in any rooms or rocked in any corners, right?”
I rolled my eyes and began walking again. “No Daemon, but thanks for making sure I’m mentally sound and all.”
“You don’t look like an alien!’ It seemed important to point that out. He arched a brow. ‘And what do aliens look like?’ ‘Not…not like you,’ I sputtered. ‘They aren’t gorgeous–‘ ‘You think I’m gorgeous?’ He smiled.”
“Daemon: I checked out your blog.
Katy: Stalking me again, I see. Do I need to get a restraining order?
Daemon: In your dreams, Kitten. Oh wait, I’m already starring in those, aren’t I?
Katy: Nightmares, Daemon. Nightmares.”
“For a moment, I pretended. Not that we weren’t two different species, because I didn’t see him that way, but that we actually liked each other.
And then he shifted and rolled. I was on my back, and he was still on the move. His face burrowed into the space between my neck and shoulder, nuzzling. Sweet baby Jesus…Warm breath danced over my skin, sending shivers down my body. His arm was heavy against my stomach, his leg between mine, pushing up and up. Scorched air fled my lungs.
Daemon murmured in a language I couldn’t understand. Whatever it was, it sounded beautiful and soft. Magical. Unearthly.
I could’ve woken him up but for some reason I didn’t. The thrill of him touching me was far stronger than anything else.
His hand was on the edge of the borrowed shirt, his long fingers on the strip of exposed flesh between the hem on the shirt and the band of the worn pajama bottoms. And his hand inched up under the shirt, across my stomach, where it dipped slightly. My pulse went into cardiac territory. The tips of his fingers brushed my ribs. His body moved, his knee pressed against me.
Daemon stilled. No one moved. The clock on the wall ticked.
And I cringed.”
“Daemon arched a brow. ‘Are you feeling me up, Kat? I’m liking where this is heading.”
“You’re such an ass. Has…anyone ever told you that?”
He flashed a genuinely amused smile. “Oh, Kitten, every single day of my blessed life.”
Have a happy Saturday!