Cara McKenna Quotes

Caring was all about surrender, in the end. The opposite of control. The difference between strangling someone and embracing them.

These few days with you have meant more to me than years with any other woman ever could.

And I realized something I never had before. Deep down, I want to be seen as an object too. I want to be coveted and sought after. I want to be taken apart and understood, reassembled, filed away in Didier's cabinet. I don't even need to be pretty to have this. I only have to allow him to open me up.

He smiled back. "I'm not awake enough to be a bossy dick yet.

I really need to get better at participating in my own fantasies.

There's four things a real man has to be able to do for a woman."
"Exactly how many man-lists do you have?"
He let my wrist go and ticked the items off on his fingers. "Fix her car. Grill her a steak. Kick the ass of any guy who makes her cry. And fuck her so hard she wakes up half-crippled."
"Oh my God.

A beautiful young clerk might flirt with him as he browsed, but she'd never see what I did. She'd see only his shiny shell, snapped shut to hide a jumble of secondhand parts, ticking not quite as they should, but ticking nonetheless. A bit rusty. A bit erratic, like my heartbeat in the moments before I press his buzzer.

And I'll tell you now, I won't be calling you tomorrow or the next day or the day after that, so don't get in a stink when I don't. None of the normal dating rules apply to this.

You gonna come for me, Kelly?"

He answered with a throaty, "Oh," and I knew I had him.

"Show me."

"I will. I'll let you see. Let you see what I've imagined, every fucking time I've shot in my hand, thinking about you.

Casey tucked the barrel at the small of his back and arranged his shirt.
Vince shook his head. "You gotta get a holster. That is so fucking ghetto."
"No way - I like how it feels back there." Casey grabbed his jacket and followed Vince outside. "Wait. That came out wrong.

He's young and tan and hung like Christmas has come early,...

I love your body, for everything it's given to me," he murmured. "For letting me ... letting me inside you. After all that time. And your hands, for touching me, and your soft skin, for letting me touch you. For your mouth. And kissing you, and for the things you asked me. For your ears, for being willing to hear my answers.

He pumped her roughly, filling the room with the sounds of their breathing and the smell of their sin. She felt drunk, this man's harsh energy as intoxicating as ten bottles of wine. She stroked his chest and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. Spurs, telling him to make it rougher.

Let's quit our jobs and fuck all day.

What we got,' Kelly said, 'we're stuck with it, even if our stubborn, rational brains might decide we're through. It'll always be there, whether we like it or not.

You ever been fucked by a man's mouth?" The way he said it, I knew he wasn't talking about any kind of oral I'd experienced. I'd been teased and spoiled and serviced by guys' mouths, but no, I hadn't been fucked…

His smile was sudden and guileless, catching me off guard.
He muttered a disbelieving, "Oh, sweetheart," then dropped his forehead to my collarbone and sighed.

Those were the girls she'd been most jealous of, growing up - not just the thin, fashionable ones, but the types who surfed or rock climbed, who lived in such obvious peace with their bodies. Took joy in using their bodies. Mastered them. Merry's had always felt like a bully. A great, heavy oaf pinning her to the ground, taunting.

Yes, I would be very honored to corrupt you in whatever ways you like.

If I fall in love with you, it'll be because I know you inside and out, and because you're somebody I want to be a better person for - instead of in spite of.

We're not messing around tonight, I informed him as we reached the main road.
I never mess around. I'm all business in the sack.

He was the best lover I'd ever had. So far ahead of the competition, I couldn't even recall their names or faces.

His admiration felt like sunshine on her naked skin, and her heart broke for the woman she'd been for so long, always running for the shadows.

You ever been in a fight?" he asked.
"Not a proper fight ... I got detention for kicking Shelly Walker in the butt with my muddy boot when I was in fourth grade."
Flynn laughed. "What'd she do to deserve it?"
She smiled down at her hand. "I think she badmouthed Joey McIntyre or something. I was a hardcore New Kids fan."
Flynn made an amused, judging face. "I hope it was worth it."
"Oh yes. Nobody puts Joey Mac down and gets away with it.

You're the only woman who's ever looked at me and . . . I don't know. Seen inside me. Met the real me, I guess.

Wouldn't it be a waste to not try and stay with the one I liked?

I don't know what I want yet, for the future. I just know I want...I want you to need me back," I whispered.
"Sweetheart, I already do. I need you for what you let me be for you last night.

Say thanks, not sorry. Women have been apologizing for too long.

Tell me how you feel about me, with your body

Love had bones to it. Solid, rattling things bent on cluttering you up long after the soft parts melted into the ether. You had to carry those bones around with you. Make room for them, dust them, trip over them.

The most honest man I bet I've ever known, I and met him in prison."
"The nicest woman I ever knew, and she took up with a convict.

I'm her slave, he imagined. Her toy. She owns me, completely. Again, like the bottle. Both Merry and the gin had proven harsh mistresses, but where Rob had once hid in the false comforts of his addiction, Merry's indulgence drew him out - made him feel wildly, vibrantly conscious, when alcohol had only deadened. The bottle had been a blanket to cower beneath. This . . . This was exposure, pure and sharp.

I just want to feel needed by somebody who deserves whatever I got to offer.

She smiled sweetly. "I bet you jack off with your pinkie stuck up in the air, don't you?"
His smirking lips twitched, faint and quick as a flea sneezing. "Picture it however you like.

Why did the cruelest words have the sharpest barbs? Why did they stick, while the kind ones fell away so quickly?

Now you make yourself come, bitch. And I'll know if you're faking. You make that cunt clench around my cock or I swear to God I'll make you regret it

I've put myself to bed thinking about you, the last two nights.

Get your eyes off my dick and get your butt in the shower...

It's a sign of weakness to feel stuff, in prison. To care. To admit you're lonely, or sad, or that you're aching for somebody. Writing to you was the only time I got to get that stuff out of me. I just wrote down whatever needed to come out."
"I think you may be the most romantic man I've ever met."
"Give yourself some credit. I don't write letters like that to just anybody.

Let's quit our jobs and fuck all day."
"Works for me. Think somebody will subsidize that? Maybe we could apply for some kind of research grant," she said.

I've never before met anyone whose outside so matched their soul. You could drill clean through Didier and find nothing but layer upon layer of beauty, dark and strange and kind and prurient, but all of it perfectly, utterly pure.

This guy sounds like an awesome idea. I'm sure whatever it is he's not telling you, it's all good stuff.
"Yeah," offered Jumpsuit. "He's just real modest. Doesn't want you to know he's a volunteer firefighter."
"And that he reads to orphans on the weekends," said the bartender.
"Doesn't want you to know he's actually a millionaire." Jumpsuit again. "He's keeping it a secret 'til he knows you love him for who he is.

It's very you, that bike. Fast and dirty and loud."
"Watch it, missy. My girl hums like a lullaby."
"Oh yeah. Completely."
"You're just not listening right, that's all."
"I suppose my hearing's too sensitive."
"Just the opposite. You listen properly, behind the growl, it's all purrs. Pure pussycat.

Behind narrowed lids his eyes were ice, and they followed my every motion ...

The intensity echoed through her, the same excitement he felt. He knew what she wanted
he'd sensed it. He could please her.
She wants your voice, as well as your body. And he didn't even need to think to find the right words to say. He simply let them fall from his lips to her ears. "I can't believe you're here," he murmured. "That you're real.

These past couple of weeks, I'd scaled Kelly's massive wall and peeked at what lay beyond. But I'd made myself too comfortable, and he'd tossed me back out, stacked his defenses thicker and taller and coiled it with a halo of concertina wire.

We're all just pinballs, getting bonked around wherever our upbringings kick us.

Regrets were ugly, but they scattered like ashes soon enough.

He'd come out here really only feeling he was two-dimensional, at best. But she brought out so many sides of him. Ones he'd never even met before himself.

Oh." His hips bucked faintly with the moan. "I've got so much for you. So much. I wanna see it slip down your pretty chin when I fill that mouth up.

I spend forty to fifty hours a week at everybody's beck and call. When I'm off, I want what I want, the way I want it.

My soul had the flu.

You taste so fucking amazing." He brought his head up and Laurel could see the violent rise and fall of his chest. "Sit on my face," he said.

Goddamn women had no clue what it did to a man, the way they looked sipping liquor, or sucking a long pull off a bottle. Or maybe they did. Maybe this one could guess exactly how suffocating Vince's jeans were suddenly feeling.

Well, draw yourself a pretty little blueprint and do me a favor and don't show it to me. I like fighting, and I like fucking. I don't care much for thinking.

His irises were pale with a dark ring, gray like his self-designed uniform ...

His pale irises had grown as dark as his intentions, lids heavy.

I'm a selfish prick, and I want to be the greatest fuck of your life and ruin you for every man who comes after me. But I'm not a mind reader, so I need some help.

Scary as this was ... telling her these things was like a bloodletting. The initial cut hurt like hell, but with it done he could feel the toxins escaping, making room for relief. And all at once he wanted to give in. With a blinding bolt of understanding, he realized he'd had it all wrong, blaming his fetish all this time, thinking of it as some twisted, fucked-up force that lived inside him. A thing to be drowned in liquor, glass by glass, night by night, year after year. It wasn't his desire that had poisoned him. It was his shame.

His expression transforms, looking mean in a good way, promising me greed and aggression, things I'd never ask for but long to see.

Nobody's fucked me that good in ages."
I laughed. "I didn't even get you off."
"You will. Unless you broke your hip or something.

In the simplest language, spoken without a single word between out two bodies.

Okay. We've got about twenty minutes before I get mean again.'
She laughed, relieved the night was still young, 'What are you, some kind of sex-werewolf?

Call me traditional, but the whole manscaping trend turns me right off.

His eyes looked pale green this afternoon, the color of corroded copper.

Are you part of the BDSM scene or whatever?" Laurel asked.
He made an exasperated noise. "I can't stand that shit. They make everything so fucking complicated. You might as well be one of those Civil-fucking-War ... " He twirled his hand, searching for the word.
"Reenactors?"
He snapped his fingers at her. "Three points.

You think I don't know how to date? You think the kind of sex I like is like some condition? Like a fucking dialysis machine I have to drag around behind me, making everything into a big fucking hassle?

Would've been worth anything they took from me, just to hear you say my name.

I'm gonna fall in love with you, Kelly said. His words hung in the darkness, bright as candle flames.

Right now, though, the world spun on Kelly's cock. The sun rose and set around it, and I wanted it like I'd never known I could want anything.