Sexy, even when you want to cut my head off.
They made a sexy pair.
"Sexy little thing, isn't she?" he murmured.
She's this sexy little thing with beautiful eyes.
He was that sexy, she decided.
Everything about Jenn was sexy, from her tight clothing to her sensual walk to her smoky make-up and low, gravelly voice.
Not that it mattered, but she'd need five inch heels to catch the gaze of someone as sexy as Gabriel.
He was dressed in dark jeans and a snug, dark t-shirt that made him look too sexy for her to answer for a moment.
Sexy little fangs rested on her full lower lip.
"Even has a sexy little purr," Kin said, lust crossing his features.
He was so good looking and had such a sexy voice.
The sexy woman was on edge tonight, her gaze restless.
She danced around him, running her hands over him, at times tickling his ear with a sexy whisper.
With her sexy little body, full lips, and huge brown eyes … In a different world, maybe.
The tiny victory felt good, almost as good as the knowledge that the sexy beast every woman on the planet drooled over wanted her.
It was sexy as hell, like everything about him.
She was going home, sexy alien be damned.
Jackson flirted shamelessly with Consuelo, making her feel like a sexy coed instead of a frumpy, middle-aged housekeeper.
He gave her an engaging grin and winked, eliciting a sexy laugh.
She was just the way he liked them: sexy, sleazy, experienced.
I'm Toni, the sexy brunette posing outside the door said.
As sexy as his car, Xander got into the passenger side.
Sexy, dark-haired with long legs, Jenn was also wary.
She said the word in a hushed voice that sounded husky and sexy with her newfound status as a seductress.
"Sexy lunchmeat," he said.
And no sexy warrior-- even a prisoner-- would want anything to do with her at all.
He still felt guilt-ridden over the redhead, but comforted himself by picturing her counting the money, thinking fondly of the great night at the casino with that sexy guy whose name she couldn't remember.
The cool, sexy Jenn he'd sparred with was incapable of being ruffled.
Dean tossed it back on the table as Hunter said, "If this were the movies, that matchbook would be to a Hootchy-Cootchy night club where some sexy broad would come on to us both and then get her throat slit by a gangster boyfriend."