Teasing Quotes

“You're a little scary right now, do you know that?'
She glared at him.
'That's a compliment, Little Fox.' He reached towards her and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear with one featherlight touch.
Butterflies moved inside her. Different from the ones that she felt whenever she saw Apollo. Because Apollo didn't frighten her.
'What are you doing?' she squeaked.
Jacks chuckled. 'If I knew all it took to scare you was a little touch, I would have tried this sooner.' His fingertips played with her earlobe.
Evangeline pulled away, almost stumbling on the frozen ground. She hated that her legs were so unsteady. That one small touch could affect her so.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“I'm not afraid of you," he said irritably.
"Then you're as stupid as you look.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“What’s life like in the mountains?”
“Why would you care?” Rhys snapped.
“I’m wondering if everyone there is as grim as you. Two weeks is a long time. Are you ever going to smile?”
“Are you going to keep asking stupid questions?”
“On a regular basis.”
― C.M. Banschbach, Oath of the Outcast

“Sweating and bleeding, his shirt torn, thick hair now a tangled mop, he crawled up the steep incline until he reached the window.
He knocked.
She lifted the window the tiniest bit. "Yes?"
Puzzled, he frowned. "You asked me to come."
"Oh." She shook her head, feigning confusion. "That was ages ago. I'm about to go to sleep.”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“LIAM: I can't help that I got hungry and Sam mentioned there was a great restaurant right across the street. I call that two birds with one stone.
DAISY: I'd like to kill something right now and it's not a bird.
LIAM: I like this new dark and violent side of you.”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“Fancy was a liar. She had been with Aunt Fanny and dared not admit to running away. She had not been frightened, but she enjoyed teasing people weaker than herself. Not a servant, or an animal, or any child in the village near the house, would willingly go near her.”
― Shirley Jackson, The Sundial

“He curled his arms, popped his biceps. "The Hulk is no match for the power of these pythons."
"I see another python is also proud of the fact that my room is destroyed."
Liam cupped his semi-erect length and gave a manly tug. "The desk is next. Or should we do it on your dresser? You've got a weapon of mass destruction at your beck and call. Just point me in the right direction."
Laughter bubbled up in her chest. She loved this playful, joyful side of Liam. Maybe he'd never really had a chance to embrace that part of his personality when he was growing up, but he was definitely making up for it now.
"Are you seriously comparing yourself to a weapon of mass destruction?"
"Look at this room." He opened his arms wide. "We rocked the fucking world."
Daisy made her way across the broken shambles of the bed. It didn't look girlie anymore. They'd managed to knock off the pink duvet, and all the fluffy pillows, and tangle the delicately flowered sheets in a heap.
Definitely time for a change.
"Where are you going"----he growled----"wiggling that sexy little ass at me?"
Daisy looked back over her shoulder and smiled. "You said something about a desk?”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“You're as small as you are ridiculous.”
― Emily Henry, Beach Read

“Thea," I said, my voice lower and firmer than I had intended. "I want you here, and even better, I'm glad you slept in my bed."
Another flush of emotion from the direction of Thea's warmth. Just a hint of lust. Her lips parted in surprise, and my eyes followed the motion with a spreading grin.
"Did you sleep well, bond mate?" I asked, low and with clear intent to tease.
Thea caught her breath and stood up straighter, pulling my shirt tighter around her shoulders. She looked me up and down, a mix of curiosity and scandal on her face. "Now who is thinking unspeakable things?"
Her reaction was unexpected and I chuckled as I took her fingers in my hand. "You're entangled with a fae now, darling. Unspeakable things are what I excel at.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Faeries

“I was thinking about showering now, but you can go first. If we wait for the morning, the hot water might run out."
"I shower at night." He stood up. "In fact, if we need to conserve water----"
"Don't you dare."
A purr of satisfaction rumbled through the bond as he laughed. "I know, I won't press you. You shower first. I will wait." He kissed my forehead, careful of the antlers. "Is that slow enough for you?"
"I'm not dignifying that with an answer. You have a filthy mind.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Faeries

“Then when I finally manage to fall asleep with my untouched mate lying next to me," he said, giving me a heated gaze, "She rolls right through her wall and onto me."
"This has to be the bond--- I don't roll around in my sleep." I covered my face with a pillow. "And I certainly don't throw myself on men I've known only for a matter of weeks." I'd never thrown myself at men at all, to be honest, but Devin is not high school puppy love material, and he's no college fling that was never meant to be. If anything, he was straight out of the calendar Candace kept on her fridge.
"Not that I was bothered by it. In fact, I wouldn't mind a repeat."
I threw my pillow at him and covered my face as he laughed. "Please forget that happened."
"Absolutely not." He pulled my hands from my face. "It was charming, don't be upset."
He leaned forward and the rest of the blankets fell away. A burst of lust ran through me as my eyes wandered south, and I couldn't tell if it was from me or Devin or if it even mattered because we were both acutely aware of it. I groaned and covered my face with my hands.
"I'm all yours to look at, you know." Devin gently pried my hands from my face, taking one of them to press against his chest.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Faeries

“You’re on a date here?” she asked, trying to break the awkward silence.
“One that’s going horribly,” Jasper said. “This guy is so pretentious I want to gag, and not in the good way.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Strength Check

“Jasper made gagging noises. “Don’t tell me this darling child is used to eating garbage.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Strength Check

“I usually don't know these women. I literally don't know their names sometimes. More often than not, I meet them when I step into the car my manager sends to pick me up. And then the minute we walk into whatever venue we're going to, they go talk to Leonardo DiCaprio or Andy Cohen, or one of the Desperate Housewives-"
"Do you mean the Real Housewives?" she asked as an impish smile overtook her face. "I mean, maybe they're snubbing you to go talk to Teri Hatcher...”
― Bethany Turner, Hadley Beckett's Next Dish

“I wonder what it is about me; all my women scream.”
― Ruby Mohan, Blue's Valentine: Part 3 of series

“Let's not pretend this visit has anything to do with me. You came here hoping for a glimpse of a certain bearded Scotsman."
She lowered her voice as she asked, "Did he say anything to you?"
"About what?"
"About me."
"Why, yes, we stopped in the middle of work to gossip over tea. Then we made plans to visit the milliner and try on bonnets together-"
"Oh, hush," Merritt whispered sharply, both amused and annoyed.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise

“So it wasn't until they were standing on ice-crisp grass in a spectacular winter garden that he noticed what Sylvie was holding.
She blinked placidly as she gave Gaston-Dominic a pat on his mullet.
"Unless you're planning to eat that," he said, "you'd better not be taking it in the car."
Her look was drenched with pity for his poor struggling wits.
"Obviously, I'm taking it in the car." She smiled beatifically at it. "I'm going to put it in the kitchens at Sugar Fair as our new mascot."
Before he could voice one of several comments on that, she reached into her bag and pulled out another item she'd purloined from the tables. It was a pink sugar Cadillac, reasonably identifiable and Emma's one real success today.
Carefully, she propped up G-D in it.
"What--"
"How else is he going to get around with those teeny legs?"
Absolute last straw.”
― Lucy Parker, Battle Royal

“She knew she should drop the subject, but something inside her wouldn't let go. She snapped her fingers, couldn't resist. "You could go as a moving man."
"Damn, woman." He was on her before she had a chance to step back. He slid his big hands into her hair, none too gently. Held her still. "What's with you? I've asked you nicely to stop. Let up or I'll---"
"What?" She moved beyond common sense.
He kissed her.
His punishment was sexual, unexpected, yet effective. He was all hotness, hardness, and sensual appeal. Sparked by anger, he bit her bottom lip. Sensation puckered her nipples. Her belly pulled tight. Her groin pressed his. Their thighs rubbed.
The kiss lasted. She had no desire for it to end. His firm mouth softened. He slipped his tongue between her lips with sexy finesse. The man could kiss. He made her want him.
Fully into him, she rose on tiptoe and clutched his biceps. His hands rubbed down her back, cupped her butt, and lifted her slightly, until they were sexually aligned.”
― Kate Angell, The Cottage on Pumpkin and Vine

“It's our first outing as a couple," she said, her smile surprisingly shy.
"You know what would be nicer?"
He lowered his head to whisper in her ear every filthy thing he'd do to her later, and by the end of it she was leaning into him, her breathing accelerated.
"You don't play fair," she muttered, tilting her face up to his. "The least you can do is kiss me."
"I'm not into PDAs in the middle of Melbourne," he said, struggling to not laugh in the face of her outrage.
"You better give me some kind of public display of affection right here, right now, mister, or I'm going to torture you."
"How?"
"By telling you I'm going commando under this dress and your naughty wordplay means I won't be sitting down the entire time we're in the bar."
With that, she strutted up the steps in front of him, leaving him with a raging hard-on and lamenting his urge to tease, because Harper had matched him quip for quip while upping the ante.
She was magnificent.”
― Nicola Marsh, The Man Ban

“You're practically pimping out your only daughter." I grinned when I heard the choking sound on the other end of the line. He'd been having his morning coffee... perfect timing.
"He was supposed to sleep on the couch." Eddie didn't sound happy.
"Was he? He said otherwise." I parked and hid my snickers by pressing the mute button.
"You better be riling me up for the heck of it."
I let the line go dead silent.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and Killer Cravings

“Dinner?"
"No."
"Jalebi ice cream sandwich?" he called out, referring to one of her favorite childhood treats.
Her betraying lips quivered at the corners. "No."
"How about a snack? French toast crunch? Scooby Snacks? Trix with extra sugar? Pakoras and pretzels? Roast beef on rye with mustard and three thinly sliced pickles with a side of chocolate milk?"
Laughter bubbled up inside her. He had done this almost every day to guess the after-school snack even though she had always taped the weekly family meal plan to the refrigerator door.
"Pav bhaji, chaat, panipuri...?" Liam had loved her father's Indian dishes.
"I'm not listening." But of course, she was.
"Two grilled cheese sandwiches with ketchup and zucchini fries? Masala dosa...?" His voice grew faint as she neared the end of the block.
"Cinnamon sugar soft pretzels, tomato basil mozzarella toasts...”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“I have a concealed weapon in my pocket I could show you," he whispered.
"Don't you dare...”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“By the time he returned, she'd positioned herself on her mattress wearing only a Marvel Universe T-shirt featuring all her favorite Avengers. Liam collapsed on the bed beside her, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she had nothing on underneath.
"What's wrong?" She snuggled against him, head on his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart.
"I can't move." He groaned again as he pulled her into his side. "Everything hurts. My hands are covered in cuts. I have thorns in places thorns shouldn't be, and bruises in places I don't want to think about."
"That's too bad." Daisy took his hand and placed fit on her bare bottom. "No Avengers protectors down here today. I guess you won't be able to take advantage."
He squeezed her ass, a low, contented rumble vibrating in his chest. "I'm starting to feel better.”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“Well-meaning folks never tease you in your weak points, only in your strengths.”
― Gwen Walker, He Whistles for the Cricket

“Isydoris stared at him, her mind still clouded with doubts. “So, if you do not associate yourself with slaves, servants, or even former princesses, what kind of women do meet your high royal standards?”

The reigh smirked and caressed her face. “The kind who know their worth and stay true to their principles. Indeed, I admire women who radiate beauty and innocence…with just the right amount of wit and feistiness. But I must admit they are very difficult to find. As a matter of fact, so far, I have encountered only one such.”
― Astrid Jane Ray, The Queen of Aessarion

“Little one, I am a man with very specific preferences, and you happen to meet all of them. Why would I go looking for something I already have?”

“If that is true, it only deepens my confusion,” she admitted, clasping her hands together to ward off the approaching sense of nervousness. “Why me? What do I have that other women lack?”

The reigh’s gaze went distant, and he grinned. “An extraordinary gift to grate on my nerves, but never quite make me go berserk.”
― Astrid Jane Ray, The Queen of Aessarion

“I hope this wasn't your favorite shirt."
"In fact, it was," he said. Her eyes flew to his. Before she could apologize, he smiled and said, "I'm only kidding."
"You," she growled, trying to hide her smile. How could he be both endearing and insufferable at the same time?”
― Farrah Rochon, Almost There

“You think getting married will mean I stop pestering you? You greatly underestimate my determination.”
― Roseanna M. White, Worthy of Legend

“Could we go somewhere that's inside and not raining?" she asked. She kissed him again and tasted espresso.
"I have a place like that in mind." He gently pulled her hair as she bit his lower lip.
"And I have an idea of how to warm you up." She rubbed her thumb against the back of his neck.
"Don't tell me you have those nifty hand warmers." His hands spread across her rain-soaked back, and then slid down, down, down until they rested at the curve of her ass.
"What I have in mind will warm up more than just your hands," she eventually said.
"A heated blanket? I do love those.”
― Erin La Rosa, For Butter or Worse

“I imagine that is I asked, she'd roll with me right here until we turned her white gown green and then thank me for the honour of my favour.' He smiles, going in for the kill, leaning toward me as if confiding a secret. 'Not that I'd be the first to green gown her.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince