Gail McHugh Quotes

You're playing with fire, man."
"I can handle the burn. Just do what I asked.

Sometimes bad choices bring us to the right people, Emily.

There wasn't a limit he could reach or a line he wouldn't cross in order to make her happy.

Cheating, especially the mental kind - because when we desire something we shouldn't, the ravenous hunger for it consumes each fantasy playing through our immoral brains - can rot a relationship, sending its skeleton to the graveyard of "what should have been.

From beautiful do-overs on a long stretch of highway in Mexico, to many layers of life peeled away, filled with bottle caps and another car seat in the back of a minivan, time had tick-tocked its way to where it belonged.

What's happening between us is sexual tension at its finest. It's good – healthier than a cold glass of milk. Just go with it.

I'm in my castle with my queen and prince. I honestly have everything." Gavin stared into her eyes, his breath hijacked as always. "Thank you

... you and I are going to be absolutely scared to fucking death together. No matter what, we'll figure it out.

There's not a man on Earth who doesn't wish he was me right now. Your mind and your body will never forget the things I'm going to do to you tonight. Every ... single ... inch of your body is going to feel me."
"Oh my God."
"Yes.

I feel his desire, his untapped need to claim me, heating everything around us, but there's no method to the way he takes me. One second, he's fucking into me with such force that I feel as though he's about to deliciously split me in two, the hunger in his movements close to paralyzing. The next, he slows down, his eyes locked on mine as if I'm the only thing he ever wants within his line of vision. As if I'm the only thing that exists in his mind.

You scared me the moment I saw you, and I think it's because I knew, I just knew, I was going to fall in love you. I didn't know our worlds were already intertwined, but my heart somehow knew it belonged to you from the start. I didn't believe a pain so deep existed while we were apart, but I also didn't believe a love like ours existed. You've shown me it does. You've shown me good when there was bad. You've given me pleasure above all of my pain. You've given me life when I thought I was dead.

Gavin Blake, you're more of a man than any man I've ever known. You're gentle. You're kind. You're strong and witty. You're personable and warm, and you can reduce most females into blithering puddles of goo with the simplest words.

Our past is what shapes us, the scars it leaves behind mold us, and what we do with the shit that's left over is what defines us.

You're all I see. All I hear. All I dream about. I came here for you. I'm not leaving. I'm not going anywhere. It's you, Gavin. Only you.

He might have stolen her breath the first time they kissed, but there and then - stealthy like a cat burglar - he was trying to steal her heart.

I've never felt so heartbroken and so in love at the same time. If you would've told me the day we met that you were going to break my heart - and that days, months, or even years would pass, that I would still be hurting like this - it wouldn't have stopped me from falling in love with you.

I can't promise you it'll always be sweet and tender because you and I fight hard. But I'm pretty sure it won't be a horror ride either because you and I love even harder. What I can promise is you'll always mean more to me than my next breath, and it'll always be you in my life. No one else.

You're gonna be mine, do you hear me? No matter what I have to do, I want you to be my girl." He kisses my noise, cheeks, and forehead. "I won't take no for an answer, and whether or not you want me to, I'm gonna find your pieces so I can put you back together.

It's as if he's trying to open me up and read the torn pages of my heart.

No matter what age, race, or economic status we hold, death touches us all at one time or another.

I'm cool right? There's no lipstick left on me?" he asked, his smirk turning into a full-wated smile. "I love getting kissed by women who claim they don't love me - makes my dick hard as a motherfucker.

The organ has a mind of its own, disregarding what might be unhealthy for you. Once it's been jolted by that spark, awakened by that all-consuming flame, it plays the dirtiest game of all. With each curious beat of wanting to touch, taste, and feel love, the heart routes all logical thoughts from your brain, siphoning them out of that sucker like a thief, spitting them back out onto a highway piled high with nothing but bloody wreckage.

The saddest part about this whole thing is that while I was in there begging you to stay, I didn't fucking realize you were already gone.

I don't even know how to thank you, Gavin. You've accepted me with every fragile weakness I have, loving me no less than a woman without faults. A woman without fears. Every look, touch, and kiss you've given without judgment of any kind. You've healed every exposed wound, old scar, and piece of pain I brought into this relationship without expecting anything in return. You've shown me what a racing heart feels like, shown me mere thoughts could easily cease with a single kiss. You've shown me what it is to feel truly, wholeheartedly, until the end of time loved. How do I thank you for all of this?

You trump Valentine's Day chocolates.

Like the first time we met, in those clear peridot pools of warmth, I see something familiar yet unfamiliar. All the same, I feel as if we've met in a different space and time. Somewhere along the ragged edges of my sweetest dreams and darkest nightmares, I've talked with this boy. He's told me his secrets, and I, mine.

A certified fucking wake up call.

The thought of not seeing your eyes when I wake up, or not hearing your heart next to me while you are asleep made me sick. With all of that, I decided no, I can't go another day without you. I don't want to go another day without you

I hope that I become everything you need in your life." He kisses my cheek, his grip tightening around my waist. "I hope there never comes a time when you think I'm an asshole. I hope that at least once a day, even if only for a second, I can make you smile." He pulls back, and stares into my eyes, his voice a soft hum of promise. "I hope that nothing I ever do makes you cry, and most of all, I hope that some part of you eventually trusts me enough to let me into your heart. Really let me into it.

Am I making it hard for you?" he asked mockingly.
"Yes, Gavin you are," she quietly spat, her fingertips white-knuckled around her glass.
With his need for her trapped inside – blistering hot, sweltering, ready to explode – he leaned in closer, dropping his voice. "Good, because whenever you're near me, I fucking lose every bit of self-control I have left.

I don't expect you to take me back, but I needed to come here and tell you how sorry I am. I needed to tell you how much I love you, Gavin. How much I need you in my life.

But more than anything ... thank you for loving me. Thank you for your dimpled smile and your bottle caps.

The ass that's officially owned by me?" Gavin caressed his hands down her waist, settling on said ass. "This one? Ah, yes. Yes, this one. I love this ass."
"Owned?" Emily playfully questioned.
"Yes ... owned. Never to be leased by another. I'm king landlord, sweets.

The hood burnt my ass."
Gavin smirked and pulled his T-shirt over his head. He spread it out across the hood, picked Emily back up, and set her on top of it. "And here I was thinking your ass couldn't get any hotter.

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I'm going to fuck you right now, Emily. I'm going to bring you so much pleasure you'll never think about walking away from me again.

When you fight for someone you love, fight and fight, don't give up, until you can't fight anymore.

Fate and the roads that get placed in front of us. It's like one huge puzzle that ultimately fits in the end.

Doll, you're going to get me out of your system as much as I'm going to get you out of mine. It's impossible.

If you wind up falling in love with me." A grin softens his face as he dusts his lips against mine. "Let me correct that. When you fall in love with me."
"'When'?" My question comes out breathlessly, my eyes nearly fluttering closed as he continues, brushing his lips along my jaw.
"Yeah, when," he murmurs, curling his fingers into my hair. "Because even though you think you won't, you will. I'll make it impossible for you not to, but I have a feeling you're gonna do the same fucking thing to me. So we'll be even. Good?

I stared at the ceiling half the night wondering if I could honestly go the rest of my life without kissing these lips ever again.

I want to break the rules with you. Kiss you passionately every day. Make you smile when you're about to cry. I want no regrets with us. I want us to laugh together until we can't breathe and it hurts. No man will ever love you the way I'm going to love you, Emily. You're it. My last. My forever.

Let the motherfucking games begin.

Please forgive me for fighting against us, Gavin. Please forgive me for not fighting for us when I knew we were supposed to be together. Forgive me for being the weak mess I am. But more than anything ... thank you for loving me. Thank you for your dimpled smile and your bottle caps. I'll never be able to look at one without thinking of you. Thank you for your stupid Yankees and your wiseass remarks. Thank you for wanting late night drives and sunset-watching with me. Thank you for wanting the good, the bad, and the in-between.

As he approached Dillon's door, Gavin ducked his towering six foot three inch frame in an attempt to see below mini-blinds covering up half the glass. Gavin's eyes landed on Dillon's back. He stood in front of his desk, his arms crossed. In one swift motion, Gavin swung open the door and closed it. In another, he twisted the lock, sealing them off from anyone who might try to enter.
Let the motherfucking games begin.

McHugh, Gail (2013-09-17). Pulse: Book Two in the Collide Series (Kindle Locations 1912-1915). Atria Books. Kindle Edition.

I don't take checks, but I do accept most forms of foreplay and sex as payment.

Damn it, Emily, I want us! You belong with me, not him.

Three: I've been around many intriguing women, so don't take my statement as a compliment. I know how to flatter a woman better than telling her I find her under-sexed, crazed approach intriguing. Four: If you want to fuck, we can fuck. My house is a two-minute walk from here. But I'll warn you now, that's all it'll be. Don't expect a sleep over. I'll fuck you, and fuck you very well, but I'll send you on your way once our escapade is over. I won't give you my number, and you'll never enter my thoughts again. So now, Jessica ...

Sleep.
She needed sleep like she needed oxygen, water and food - yet, she was pretty sure she wouldn't find any tonight. No. Sleep wouldn't be her friend this evening.
Instead, loneliness, hurt, confusion, and pain would replace it.

And by the way, I'm completely head-over-heels, please-don't-wake-me-from-this-motherfucking-dream in love with someone else. She's everything you're not and then some. So I guess I owe you thanks.

We were written for one another, and I wouldn't change one line in our romance novel. The good, the bad, the in between. It's ours. We own it.

I want the late-night drives, the sunset watching, the screaming, the yelling, and the crying. I know I'll definitely want the make-up sex that comes after all of the screaming and crying. I want the good, the bad, and the in-between. All of it is what's going to make us amazing together.

I'm pretty sure you were in my dreams before you walked into my life. I felt it the first time I saw you. You pulled at me. Took hold of my heart and never let go." ... "You were never supposed to be with Dillon. You were always supposed to wind up with me, but fate interrupted us for awhile

He turned, and like a ghost vanishing through the air, he disappeared into Olivia's car. In that second, with her heart in her stomach, Emily was sure that this last vision of him would sear itself into her mind, haunting her forever.?

My God, are you even real?" she whispered. Holding her gaze, a sad smile lifted his mouth. "I think I am." "You make me feel like I'm in a dream," Emily confessed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Like I'm sleepwalking and I don't even know it." ... "I'm able to close my eyes and just ... trust you. You're the color on my blank canvas, the light in my dark, the air in my lungs, and I almost let you go. I almost erased us from ever happening. I can't imagine not having you here with me. Please tell me you know how much I love you, Gavin. I need to hear it right now. Please.

Her chastity belt's in the back of my car.

I'll only ever worship these lips. I'll only ever worship this body." Gripping the back of her neck tighter, Gavin deepened the kiss. "When I look at you, I feel like I'm looking at the other half of myself. You've filled the empty space in my soul, and because of that, you're a goddess to me. That's the way I'm always going to treat you. For the rest of your life. I promise you that. I fucking promise.

Streams of pedestrians dodged them on the sidewalk as they stood with her hand in his, but neither of them noticed. The blaring mixture of car horns, laughter, and music from a nearby club thrashed and echoed around them, but neither of them heard the noise. Simply lost in one another in that moment, nothing else existed. Emily tore her gaze from his ...

I love you, Emily. You'll always be my best friend. You'll always be my...Molly. You're the mother of my child. You and Noah have brought color to my empty canvas, light into my darkened life. Let's paint the full picture together and light up the sky sweets. I love you both more than anything. I believe in forever, and that's what you and I are. We define eternity. This may sound cheese, but you make me go there. You give me butterflies, Emily Cooper. I've never had that before, and I don't want to let that go for anything. Ever. I asked you once to crash with me, and you did. Now...I'm asking you to take the full ride. Walk with me the rest of the way until we're old, sitting in rocking chairs and watching our sugar-high grandchildren play in our yard. I've seen this world a million times over, but I've never seen it with you by my side. I want you, no, I need you to be my wife. I need to wake up every morning knowing you're Mrs. Emily Michelle Blake. Please. Take this last step with me.

You think you can just rid me from your thoughts? You can't. You're mine, Emily. Fucking mine, he growled.
McHugh, Gail (2013-09-17). Collide: Book One in the Collide Series (p. 363). Atria Books. Kindle Edition.

Dillon diminished my sense of feeling alive, Gavin. But you ... your brought that back to me.

My heart's no less bulletproof than yours. Believe me. But if you feel like you have nothing, then you have nothing to lose, right? Give yourself a shot at being my . . . different.

Aside from his teeth being perfectly white, their ghostly shimmer as straight as a stick figure's dick,

I'm saying this because it's said breaths are stolen during a passionate kiss. That's not true, Gavin, because I literally can't breathe before your lips even touch mine. I try, but I'm unable to. I can't think when you look at me. You strip my mind bare. You always have, and it's beautiful and consuming. It's magical and everything a girl is supposed to feel. It's said you're truly in love with someone if your skin tingles from their touch. Mine tingles when I hear your voice; I don't need you to touch me. I can feel you when you're not near me. I feel you in my dreams. I felt you when you were a thousand miles away.

Yes, he was that good looking. Take-your-breath-away good looking. Want-to-strip-your-body-naked-and-let-him-devour-you-alive good looking. Certified-eye-candy good looking.

216 hours . . . of feeling dead. 12,960 minutes . . . of feeling lost. 777,600 seconds . . . of feeling completely numb.

Then go after her, Gavin. When you want something this badly, you don't just give up. You fight and fight until you absolutely can't fight anymore. It's in the Blake bloodline, so it should be easy enough for you. Besides, I've never known a more stubborn little bastard in my entire life.

I don't know if he'll even look at me, because I can barely look at myself.

If I could, I'd rip my heart out to show you how much I love you.

I'd never hurt you, Emily. Stop fighting me. Stop fighting what you already know

Amber won't mind if we both dance with her, will you?

The heart fires off warning flares when something's not right - and hell if they aren't exploding in mine right now - but how the fuck do I stop wanting someone I know was made for me?
The answer's a clear-cut, jagged piece of glass. One I'm sure is gonna bleed me the fuck out at the end . . .
I can't.

I want you to give in to what I see behind your eyes every time I'm near you. I want you to give in to the way you trembled in my arms when I touched you ... the way your breathing becomes faster when I look at you. I loved the way your lips felt against mine, and I'm pretty sure you did, too. I also enjoy the way I can almost feel you becoming wet for me right now. Are you going to pretend that you don't feel anything for me, Emily?

Third" - he grinned and leaned into her ear - " never in a billion years have couples fucked the way we do. We break records.

Do you know how scary it is to want something so bad you're willing to change your whole life for it?

You won't be the reason our family falls apart because I wouldn't allow a woman who loves my son as much as you do to walk out of his life." Stepping closer, Lillian placed a tentative hand on Emily's shoulder, her eyes spilling over with tears. "I wouldn't allow you to walk out of our lives. What you were about to give up, though it would've hurt my son, was selfless. I once knew a girl who loved a man so much it scared her, too." Lillian paused, her gaze falling on Chad. The corner of her mouth turned up in a small, sad smile as he made his way toward her. Bringing her eyes back to Emily's, Lillian shook her head. "It would've killed me if I had to give up those stolen breaths before he kissed me. Whether or not the baby you're carrying is my grandchild, I'd be honored to call you my daughter.

Sometimes wrong decision leads you to the right person

A faint smile touched Emily's mouth. "You want kids?"
"I want bucketloads tucked neatly into a minivan," he laughed.
"Gavin Blake in a minivan?"
"Absolutely," he replied, reaching for his beer. "A funky forest green one, too.

Here's to bottle caps,the Yankees, and 'birds', and most of all" ... he paused and lowered his voice to a whisper.." and,most of all to a beautiful girl named Molly who refuses to believe the man-the man who loves her more than she'll ever know

After I'm finished fucking you, I'm going to make love to you. From the minute my body touched yours, there was never going to be anyone else. I'm in love with you, but I have to fuck you first. Do you understand me?

Her mind tried to fight a bloody battle against what her body already knew. She wanted him, and she wanted him bad.