Sexy, even when you want to cut my head off.
They made a sexy pair.
"Sexy little thing, isn't she?" he murmured.
Never mind she felt awed by how sexy he was lying in bed beside her, his muscular chest inches from her and his large hand resting possessively on her stomach.
Everything about Jenn was sexy, from her tight clothing to her sensual walk to her smoky make-up and low, gravelly voice.
She's this sexy little thing with beautiful eyes.
He was that sexy, she decided.
Sexy little fangs rested on her full lower lip.
Not that it mattered, but she'd need five inch heels to catch the gaze of someone as sexy as Gabriel.
He was so good looking and had such a sexy voice.
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.
The sexy woman was on edge tonight, her gaze restless.
"Even has a sexy little purr," Kin said, lust crossing his features.
She danced around him, running her hands over him, at times tickling his ear with a sexy whisper.
She was going home, sexy alien be damned.
It was sexy as hell, like everything about him.
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.
With her sexy little body, full lips, and huge brown eyes … In a different world, maybe.
The cool, sexy Jenn he'd sparred with was incapable of being ruffled.
She was just the way he liked them: sexy, sleazy, experienced.
I'm Toni, the sexy brunette posing outside the door said.
Maybe that oh-so-sexy vampire thing you do with your assistant at the end of every show?
The tiny victory felt good, almost as good as the knowledge that the sexy beast every woman on the planet drooled over wanted her.
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.
His mind traveled to the sexy Oracle, and he wondered if she'd be anything like the Oracles from his father's time.
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."