Anne Calhoun Quotes

I'll sacrifice a little skin to watch you come under me, beautiful.

What spooked him was how the lack of a barrier ratcheted up not only the physical sensation but also the pound of his heart, the inability to get air into his lungs.

The guy snarled out a string of profanity describing his night with Conn's mother.

"Sounds about right," Conn said, but Matt didn't miss the glint in Conn's eye. "She's been dead for twenty years, but dead's probably the only way you get laid.

He'd never seen a woman look more satiated, a small, knowing smile on her face, like she knew a secret. A secret about him. One he didn't even know.

There is no fix for this. She has to endure it, and somewhere along the line she has to learn to live again. Surviving isn't the goal. Living is. This is a battle between me and her grief, and I'm going to be the last man standing.

You look so sexy wearing my cuffs," he growled.
"I'm gonna leave them on when I fuck you. Feel how hard I am? That's from thinking about every stroke, so hot and wet.

I like how you blush, beautiful.

I'm not trying to rescue her. She can rescue herself. I just want to give her a reason to try.

How can you even think about being awake in the world, let alone caring about someone?"
"Because they may be gone, but I'm not. I honor their memories by living, not by becoming the walking dead.

Kissing meant he had to touch. Touching meant he wanted to crush her under him. Getting her under him meant he had to be inside her, and when he got there the only thing that kept him from losing it and going all caveman on her was the knowledge that he'd scare her to death if he did.

I meant you're very, very persuasive and I doubt I'd resist for long if you set your mind to convincing me."

"Say no sometime. Let me persuade you.

Shitstorms happen. It's what you do after the storm ends that matters.

She was so goddamn beautiful, the way things that could end you were. Guns. Knives. The tawny bird of prey she resembled.

Because there's nothing like the feel of a woman's body under mine, all tight and hot and wet as she slowly comes apart.

It was easy to be with her, so easy he forgot about the rest of the world.

He'd always enjoyed the slow, sexy build of foreplay, loved women's bodies and all the mysterious, amazing things they could do, but with Lacey, he couldn't detach. Kissing meant he had to touch. Touching meant he wanted to crush her under him. Getting her under him meant he had to be inside her,

When you get everything aligned, when love welcomes the longing, accepts it, learns to live with it, you make love.

The best things are never easy, Hunter.

You don't have to be better, or healed, or over your husband. You just have to be here. That's all I'm asking for. I'm not asking for forever. I'm just asking you to be here, now, with me.