The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie Quotes

“Although the scent of her body wash lingered, fruity and floral. He breathed it in. Nice.
He grinned then and imagined her standing before him now, naked, her skin damp with dewy droplets. Temptation sinned with the flick of his tongue along her moist neck and the tip of her nipple. Foreplay came in toweling a woman dry. Gently patting down soft breasts, a rub over her belly, and a deep slide between her legs. Arousal teased him unmercifully. He sucked air. His sex thickened. Throbbed. An intractable ache.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“He was twice her weight in muscle and doubly strong. They still fit as if made for each other.
She hugged him close. He buried his face in her hair. Her neck. Breathed in her scent. Aroused woman and feminine musk.
They moved together.
Uninhibited and indulgent.
Power and pleasure.
He thrust, and she throbbed.
She arched against him.
He strained against her.
A sensation hit him that he hadn't expected.
A sense of oneness settled in his soul.
His rhythmic pace coaxed her, drove her higher.
They climbed fast and were suddenly there.
They came undone.
Both stiffening.
Both shattering.
Both boneless. Mindless. Replete.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“Although the scent of her body wash lingered, fruity and floral. He breathed it in. Nice.
He grinned then and imagined her standing before him now, naked, her skin damp with dewy droplets. Temptation sinned with the flick of his tongue along her moist neck and the tip of her nipple. Foreplay came in toweling a woman dry. Gently patting down soft breasts, a rub over her belly, and a deep slide between her legs. Arousal teased him unmercifully. He sucked air. His sex thickened. Throbbed. An intractable ache.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“Their bodies coupled. Her breasts pressed against his chest and their hip bones rubbed. He curved his arms about her shoulders. She settled her hands at his waist. The man was solid. His muscles taut. She shifted between his legs, flush with his groin. A groin that stirred. Arousal struck hard.
He bent to kiss her.
Just as she stretched up to him.
Time slowed with the exchange of breath.
The heat of his slightly parted lips blew across her mouth.
His unshaved jaw brushed the softer skin of her chin.
Seconds were magnified as each memorized the impact of the moment. It was startling. Unsettling. And unforgettable.
He moved on her without reservation. The pull between them was inescapable. He slanted his mouth over hers, flicked his tongue along her upper lip, and nipped the bottom one. Then sucked both hard. She nearly came out of her skin.
He penetrated her mouth with his tongue. A seductive pulse of slow, then fast. Raking the roof of her mouth, then thrusting deep. He was skilled in kissing. She lost herself in the mating rhythm.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“It was apparent Jake had taken a hot shower. The air was scented with amber and musk. Enticingly male. She spotted him when he turned away from the sink and cut her a look, sharp with surprise. He was a heart-stopper. He stood nearly nude. A knotted towel hung low on his hip bones. The gap near his groin was shadowed. Neither managed a word. Silence held between them. Engulfing and immodest.
She dared to stare. His masculinity merged with the mist. Her gaze flicked over his damp hair, hard face, and thick-muscled chest. Alpha and carnal. All slickened sexiness and raw strength. His legs were long and strong. His feet big and bare.
A sigh escaped, low and throaty. She sagged against the doorframe. A dead giveaway that she liked what she saw--- a little too much. She was so into him that she twitched when he said, "Are you flashing me, Hannah? Bra and pretty pink panties.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“The only thing throw pillows are good for are naked pillow fights”
― Marina Adair, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“Wanting to check off every box on her list, Hudson took control. Gentle at first, building from a slow burn to surface-of-the-sun. They moved together, faster and more frantic, their momentum catching fire. Desperate for leverage, he leaned her back against the table, and they quickly became a sweaty tangle of arms and legs.
Touching, sliding, exploring.
He knew when it happened, when she forgot about tallies and checkmarks and gave herself over to the possibilities.
Gave herself over to him.
Her hands slid up and down his spine, her eyes shining up as she started to tighten around him. The air burned his lungs, so he gave up on breathing. His chest felt too big for his skin, his knees began to buckle, and he wanted to run away and come home all at the same time.
Her legs pulled him down until there wasn't even a breath between them. She buried her face into the curve of his shoulder, holding him as though he was one of the good ones.
For the first time in his life, he was determined to be that guy--- to erase any hesitation she'd had about them.
"I'm almost there," she moaned, clenching and drawing him all the way in, which drove him right over the edge.
The pressure built, hotter and higher, and he fought to keep himself in check, but her thighs tightened around his waist until he thought he'd pass out and then, hallelujah, she began to shake. She pushed up as he came down, sinking so deep he knew he never wanted to leave.”
― Marina Adair, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“Big words," she said in mock fear.
"I'm a big guy." He didn't stop until reaching the rung just below her, his body caging her in and showing her just how big he was.
She looked at him over her shoulder, and he realized he could look into those beautiful brown eyes forever. "Is this where you show me your moves?"
"One of them." He captured her lips in a kiss that ended with her moaning. "The rest will be added to my list, since none of them can be fully appreciated while balancing on a ladder."
"You have a list?"
"Started it after our first meeting," he said, sliding his hands over hers to take the string of lights, loving how she shivered at the simple contact. "It's getting pretty big."
She leaned back against him. "Your list or..."
"Both," he whispered in her ear, then gave her ass a playful swat. "Now climb on up so we can get these hung and move on to dinner."
"And the list."
"Definitely the list.”
― Marina Adair, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“Instead of handing him back his pen, she decided to add one more thing.
She handed him the list, which he read, then gave a low, sexy chuckle.
" 'Is interested in joining the mile-high club.' I've got just the chopper for that," he said as he kissed her again.”
― Marina Adair, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“He was tall and leanly muscled with broad shoulders and a solid chest that was built for cuddling. Naked cuddling. After a full, long night of no-promises sex.
He opened her door. "Let me help. It's a big step down."
"Is that a jab at my size?" she said with no heat.
"No, it's an excuse to get my hands on you." As promised, his big, manly hands spanned her waist and he lifted her from the seat and let her slide, oh so slowly, down his body until she was safely on the ground. Only he didn't let go right away, holding her snug against him, so all their good parts lined up. "And I think your size is pretty fucking perfect."
Man, was she ever in trouble. Tingles sizzled, starting in her belly and moving to all the essential parts so quickly she could scarcely breathe. Stupid tingles, they were at the center of this mess. This problematic, complicated, and incredibly sexy mess that, as far as she could conclude, would only be solved one way.
"Buttercup," he whispered. "You keep looking at me like that and we're both going to be in trouble."
"I've never gotten in trouble," she said, sliding her hands up up his chest. "I'm beginning to think I've been missing out."
Hudson groaned and rested his forehead on hers. "If we go there now, I won't be able to show you the best part."'
"Funny, I was thinking by going there, we'd get to the best part faster."
"When we go there, it will be slow, and long, and will take all night and into the next day.”
― Marina Adair, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“His stomach gave a growl. Food crossed his mind. So did fooling around. The latter won. Without question.
Hannah lifted her head, licked her lips. "Breakfast in bed?"
He deftly eased her onto her back. Then rolled atop her. She yielded beneath him. So soft. So warm. So willing. "Love over easy, babe."
"Double that order.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“He introduced her to him slowly. A hard man showing his soft side. A slight shift of his shoulders and he grasped her hips. She was a small woman. Delicately boned. Their thighs brushed and his sex pressed her belly, as their bodies became acquainted.
She raised her hands between them. Skimming her fingers over the cut and contour of his muscles, then tracing the arrow of his chest hair down to his groin. He liked her hands on him. Tentative and appreciative. She squeezed his length. His throat constricted. He moaned.
The moment was seamless, timeless. He took great pleasure in foreplay. Kissing her gently. Then again with thrusting intent. Mating with her mouth and mimicking sex.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“What about breakfast in bed?" spoken low.
Tomorrow was her day off. She could sleep in. Or sleep with Jake. "Still proposing over easy?"
"My favorite position."
He left her then. She stared after him, a man larger-than-life who wanted her. Sex would be phenomenal with him. The image of his big naked body in bed stole all thought and left her breathless.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“She went to take his order. "What can I get for you?" she asked him.
He set down his cup, crooked his finger for her to lean close. When she did, he whispered against her ear, "You, over easy." Bold and suggestive. Teasingly sexy.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“I rented out everything but a few T-shirts. You can choose between orange shirts designed with either I Don't Do Costumes, Now Step Aside, You're Standing on My Invisible Dog, or If One Door Closes and Another One Opens, Start Worrying, 'Cause Your House Is Probably Haunted."
"That's it?"
She pursed her lips. "There is one more..."
"I'll wear it."
"Only if you're absolutely sure."
"I'm sure."
Halloweener was the most remembered costume at the party.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“Where are you looking now?"
"At your mouth."
"Look away."
"Can't. You have very sexy lips."
She went red in the face. Self-conscious.
He was bold, blunt, and spoke his mind. She liked that about him. Emotion soared. Arousal slipped up on her. She wanted him in her life.
He apparently wanted her too. His desire came in a kiss. Light and gentle and lasting no more than a heartbeat. Modest and restrained. Sensitive, yet sensationally hot. Memorable.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“She turned around and found him inches away. She felt time slow down. Awareness nuzzled. Arousal stirred. Impressions surfaced. He seemed to wrap around her, shift into her, and embrace her without touching, in a mystifying oneness.
Feelings swelled, and untried sensations were exchanged between them. She'd never felt anything like it. His solidness and strength stroked her physically. She wanted to touch him, to press her palms over his chest, to feel his heart pulse beneath her fingers.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“He stared at her now with an intensity that seemed to unsettle her. She accidentally frosted her chin. She grabbed a handful of napkins, dabbed at the smeared buttercream. "Look what you made me do," she accused him.
His tongue pressed against his teeth. He felt a craving to lick the frosting from her lips. To nibble on her chin. To fully taste her. An urge he tamped down. "How's missing your mouth my fault?" he asked, amused.
"You were staring at me."
"Did I make you nervous?"
"You looked... hungry."
"I'm quite full, actually." Hannah was inexperienced. She was unaware that his hunger hadn't been for the cake; it had been for her.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“Moist cake, fresh blueberries, and melt-in-the-mouth frosting. "Best ever." He understood her slow savoring and the licking of her lips.
"I could eat blueberry butter cake for breakfast, lunch, and dinner," she confessed. She tapped her fork on the plate, encouraging him. "There's plenty; have a second bite."
He shook his head; she was his indulgence. All happy, uninhibited, and turned on by cake. "I enjoy dessert now and again," he conceded. "But I'm more of a meat-and-potato guy."
"There's steak and eggs on our breakfast menu," she said. "Gram makes amazing home fries. Sliced potatoes, chopped onions, and sweet bell peppers cooked in bacon fat. Don't get me started on her buttermilk biscuits.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“Lobster was a mainstay at the café. Lunch hour lobster rolls and lobster pot pie sold as fast as breakfast hotcakes.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“Steep steps, and the sway of her skirt couldn't be contained. Instead of side to side, it flounced front to back, flashing Jake from behind. She cringed.
He chuckled, deep and admiring. "Sexy thigh-highs. Those blue bows along the seams do it for me."
His compliment sent heat up and between her legs. Her composure slipped. The hoop skirt would be the death of her. She would never wear one again. Sheer will pushed her up the remainder of the stairs. Once on the landing, she struggled to turn and face him. The light overhead flickered and dimmed, needing a bulb replaced. Jake's face was shadowy, but she could make out his expression, equally intense and indulgent.
She would have immediately taken to her room, but his gaze detained her. All dark heat and sinful appreciation. His face was hard cut. His mouth curved, wicked by design. Tension stretched between them. Nerves overcame her. She felt inept with this man.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“Her outstretched fingers scraped down his side and sank inside his jeans. Her thumb hooked a belt loop. The force of her grip drew down the waistband by several inches. Her fingertips grazed the muscular curve of his hip. A commando-bare hip. His body heat stroked between her fingers, crept over her hand, and skittered up her arm. Her breasts tingled. She wished the sidewalk would open up and swallow her whole. Her wish was denied.
Jake turned with a slowness that further unnerved her. He flexed his butt cheek and his voice was deep-husky when he asked, "What's up, Peep? Are you scratching my back, picking my pocket, or getting in my pants?”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“He liked sex. A lot. Nothing felt better than the hard vibration of a bike between his thighs unless it was the smooth, naked slide into a soft, wet woman.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“Jack kept track of the triplets while she slipped on his jacket. It was large, roomy, and scented with his maleness. All earthy and musk. The bottom leather edge fell mid-thigh and, once zipped, held down her polka dots. His body warmth embraced her, chasing away the chill and further indignity. Grateful, she smiled and mouthed, Thank you.
He spoke low. "We've denied the wind the big reveal."
We, as in he and she. Together.
A lusty gust pressed his gray cotton T-shirt to his chest. Etching his firm pecs and six-pack. The man was built. "You won't get cold?" she asked.
"I've plenty of heat, Peep."
That he did. She was feeling overheated herself. Not only from the jacket but from his nearness.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“The hoop-style petticoat swung above her knees. She flashed sheer white thigh-high stockings right up to the pretty blue bows. She swatted down her errant skirt. And nearly dropped the shepherd's crook. The triplets hadn't noticed the mishap, but Jake definitely had.
She felt his gaze from behind his mirrored aviators. He cocked his head and grinned. A teasing grin, so sexy and unsettling that she nearly tripped over her own feet.
He edged close, lowered his voice, and said, "Naughty wind peeked up your skirt."
"So did you."
"Nice legs, Peep.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

“He made an immediate impression, biker tough. The men admired him. A sexual rush made women blush. He was a turn-on. There was a wildness to Jake that unsettled the ladies. A roughness that dared them to domesticate him.
Other guys were equally tall, broad shouldered, and muscled. It was Jake's face that set him apart. Angular and strong boned. Alpha and masculine. His sharp gaze undressed and penetrated a woman's deepest thoughts. His cheekbones slashed to a single dimple, unshaved jaw. Wicked grin. His mouth promised midnight arousal and morning satisfaction.”
― Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie