When would he learn that women never stayed where you put them?
~ Maya Banks
You’re stuck with me.”She sniffled. “Promise?”He rested his forehead against hers. “Cross my heart.
~ Kaylea Cross
It doesn’t matter. I love you. That’s it. That’s all. I hope to hell it’s enough.
You love me,” he said. “That’s all I need to know.” “You always say the right thing,” Savannah told him, her eyes so filled with love that he almost wept. “Sometimes it takes you awhile to get to it, but you always get there, and what you say is always worth waiting for.
~ Suzanne Brockmann
Because I don’t believe that you are a slave to what you’ve become. I don’t believe that you simply can’t.
~ Bella Forrest
Her gaze met his, her blue eyes filled with confusion and terror – and love. If Julian hadn’t already been in love with her, that would have done it.
~ Pamela Clare
He caught her, and he held her, and he let her cry, and cry, and cry, and he let her use his sheets to wipe her eyes, and her nose, and God knows what, because he had plenty of clean sheets, and he only had one Kat.
~ Tara Janzen
I know this woman.”“Who the hell is she?”He stared both his brothers down. “She’s mine.
Hanson got to sleep with you, and I didn't,” he said, his own jaw a little tight. “So I stole his car.
I generally find subtlety a waste of time.
~ Cindy Gerard
When you sit that way, you look kind of like a beach ball with a head,” he continued. “Your haircut is really, really bad, I’m probably going to lose my job for helping you this way, and I’m dying to fuck you.” He glanced at her. “That honest enough for you?
Sam…”“What?” she whispered.“Tell me what to do to fix it.”She shook her head and closed her eyes as though she couldn’t bear to see him. “You can’t fix it.”He had to. Failure here was not an option. “Let me try.
She could not leave him hanging like this. “If you were hurt, I need to know.” It was a rule somewhere, in the good-guy handbook.
Ah, well.” He smiled-another one of those devastatingly intoxicating smiles that did unreasonable things to her body temperature and respiration.With a nod and a respectful, “Ma’am,” he left her in the middle of the room.Feeling like she’d been hit by a tank.
I’m going to carry you now,” he told her, “so we can move even faster. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Any response from you is unnecessary and unwelcome.
Sophie, honey, stop looking at me like that,” Garrett said gruffly. “You’ll have me convinced I’m going to die.”“You’re not?
He hugged her hard. I love you. My life is so much better with you in it than out of it.
He needed to gather her up, hold on to her, anything to help her stop trembling. Something was going to shake loose if she didn’t.
Here's the deal. I get to marry you. You get to become a Garrett - although, considering what you're marrying into, I'm not certain that's much of an incentive.Dallas to Amy
Hey,” Shayne said through the door. “You going to stay in there all night, because we’re getting tired of trying to eavesdrop from out here. Can’t hear a damn thing.
~ Jill Shalvis
She flew into his arms. Held on tight as he swung her off her feet and hugged her so hard it hurt. She didn't care. She didn't want him to ever let go.
There are definite advantages to single beds. He sat up abruptly and arranged her legs around his waist. Makes cuddling mandatory.
He’d done it like he did everything else—with passion and total disregard for how much it might embarrass her.
He should probably make love to her.
He wanted to paddle her himself, then shake her, then sit her down in a chair and explain to her why she must never, ever get herself in a situation where she could be shot at again—and then throw himself at her feet.
Jake became excruciatingly aware of her, there, right behind him. The small grunts and groans as she placed each foot carefully on the slick ground reverberated in his gut. He wanted to turn around and tell her to shut the hell up.She sounded as though she was having sex.Good sex.
~ Cherry Adair
It worried him. Like him, she had to be exhausted. She smelled like gasoline; her clothes were torn. She had a small white bandage on her forehead where the EMT had cleaned her cut. Dirt smudged her face, her arms, her legs. He knew she still didn't have any underwear, and for the first time, he felt bad about it. Real bad. He wanted to protect her, make her feel secure, keep her from harm—and all he'd done was lose her underwear and practically get her blown up.
Savannah, I’ve been talking my ass off for more than an hour now, telling you shit no one’s ever heard anything about, hoping that I’ll say something, Jesus God, anything that will convince you to have sex with me.
The man in 4B wondered if he could have your autograph. He told me his daughter is a huge fan.”
Then his beautiful lips touched hers. A fluttering of wings, a cry of angels, a single beat of two hearts.
~ Chris Lange
Would you believe I was in the neighborhood?”“No.“Well, how about that I needed to see you.”“Why? Did one of my neighbors call and say my cat’s been stalking their bunny?”One corner of his mouth went up. “You know, that sounds like a euphemism. A kind of salacious one”“Ooh, big words for Mr. Average Joe street cop,” she said, knowing she sounded bitchy but unable to help it. “Can you take out the angry eyes, Mrs. Potato Head, and just let me talk to you?
~ Leslie Parrish
She'd kicked Klein's ass and still had enough moxie to tag him, and enough physical strength to get herself out of a window ten feet up on the wall.He really should marry her.
I guess the answer would be yes.Got to love that word. He kissed her so sweetly then, it brought tears to her eyes. Got it in you to say it again?And then he did the unthinkable. He went down on one knee.
Do you think,” she said, “instead of having sex, we could make love?”“I’d love that,” Ken whispered.
He understood that she needed some time to get used to them. He didn't. He knew exactly what was happening, and he didn't need another week, another month, another year, to get things in perspective.He loved her. It was that plain. That simple.
The insanity of love, and that’s why you’re trying to drive away with the park brake on.
~ Helene Young
We do not remember days, Shemei, we remember moments, and the richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
~ Terri Herman-Poncé
If you want, I can carry you—” “I’m fine,” she said shortly. “Let’s go.”He’d said that wrong. He should have said, “I want to carry you.
Amy sat back and grinned. You just smiled. That was definitely something else she could get used to.Of course, he frowned immediately. I smile.
I think I love you, Bennett. Probably not relevant at the moment so no need to say thanks.
