J. Lynn Quotes

Holy shit, Strawberry Shortcake just ran me over.

My jaw dropped open. Holy crows ... There's a couple of eagles mixed in there, Luke commented.And a few hawks, Aiden added.I rolled my eyes. Okay. Holy birds of prey! Is that better?Much, Aiden murmured.

Cam looked away, laughing under his breath. "Okay. How about Wednesday?"
"This Wednesday?"
"Nope."
"The following Wednesday?"
"Yep."
Counting the days down, I ended up frowning. "Wait. That's the Wednesday before Thanksgiving."
"It is."
I stared at him. "Cam, arn't you going home?"
"I am."
"When? After the movies, in the middle of the night, or Thanksgiving morning?"
He shook his head. "See, the drive-in movie theater is just outside of my hometown. About ten miles out."
I leaned back against the couch, confused."I don't understand."
Cam finished the hot chocolate and twisted toward me. He scooted over so only a handful of inches seperated us. "If you go on this date with me, you're going to have to go home with me.

The Hamilton family was a bunch of hugging folks

I read this book once where the girl yelled 'cat' right before they were about to get some bow-chicka-bow-wow,' I told him. 'It was high-larious.

Sorry Raphael. My friends are complete, fucking ... ." He looked up.
I tried to jerk back inside, but it was too late.
Cam saw me.
"Assholes ... " He did a double take. "What the ... ?"
Would dive bombing into my apartment seem weird? Yes - yes it would. So I went with a very lame, "Hey ...

Did he only wear a shirt during class? Oh my God, he seriously lived across the hall. Jacob was going to flip ... and probably move in. That would be fun. I really liked Jacob, but I had a feeling he'd borrow my clothes.

Good God, you don't give up."
"Nope."
I laughed, couldn't help it, and his
smile spread in response to the sound.
"I'm sure there are plenty of girls who
want to go out on a date with you."
"There are."
"Wow. Modest aren't you?"
"Why should I be?" he shot back.
"And I want to go out on a date with you.
Not them.

He's not the relationship kind or so I hear."
"And do you want a relationship?" I asked her.
"No." She laughed, dabbing her fry. "But I have a feeling with someone like him, you get one taste and you will always want more."
"Sort of like crack?" Jacob suggested.
"Or Cheetos," Brit supplied.

I've seen you naked before, Maddie."
Her mouth dropped open. "You have not seen me completely naked, thank you very much."
His eyes glittered. "Actually, once before I have, when you were like five. You ran through the house buck-ass naked when you had chicken pox."
"Oh, dear God, why do you remember these things?" She was going to drown herself, right here in the tub.

Hungary to the upper left, upper left, Serbia to the lower left, lower left. Bosnia on the bottom, on the bottom. Slovenia to the top, to the top. And where's Croatia?" "Where? Where?" Jacob sung. "It's next to the Adriatic Sea, across from Italy!

Jase rested his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. His warm breath danced over my lips. I want to take you out on a date. I want to take you horseback riding. I want to tell your brother. I want to take you home to my parents and introduce you as my girlfriend. I want to prove this means more to me. I want to do this the right way.

You can not drop astronomy. To get through this semester, I must live vicariously through you and hear about Cam at least three days a week."
"I'm not going to drop the class-" Even though I sort of wanted to. "-But I doubt I'm going to have anything to tell you. It's not like we're even going to talk again."
Jacob let go of my arm and sat back, eyeing me. "Famous last words, Avery.

There is no one else - there's never been anyone else but you. You're it Maddie.

Jase turned his head to me, brows raised. "If I liked guys - you know, swung that way, I'd get naked after that."
I blinked. Um.
"And I'd put a ring on that," Cam added, moving to where Avery sat.

Say something, honey. I don't want to give up on you, but you've got to say something to stop me from walking out that door.

Kissed me like he had all the time in the world. Slowly at first, just a brushing of his mouth against mine, and then deeper, parting my lips with his tongue. It wasn't just a kiss. Not when his tongue danced over mine or the way he tasted me. Reece turned kissing into an art form, and if I had to attach a color to it, to get it on canvas, it would be supple shades of reds and purples.

I have hope because I love you – I've been in love with you, Avery. Probably before I even realize that I was

Holy shit? She said yes? I had to force myself to play cool, because I was about to fist pump the sky or some shit.

What are you doing, Avery?"
I held up my bottle. "Drinking. What are you doing?"
His icy blue eyes narrowed. "That's not what I'm getting at and you know that. What are you doing?"
Damn. Hello attitude. I tried to give Cam the bitch look Steph had mastered, screwing my face up until I'm sure I looked like I was having a seizure. I sighed and gave up.

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I could stare at you for a lifetime. It would never grow old."
"Even when I'm old?"
"Even then.

I'm a shallow, shallow boy. Hey, it helps that you're pretty. It brings out the nice guy in me. Makes me what to share my cookies with you.

I had no idea how she went from frozen nipple to that.

Cam used to hook up with her."
"Ew." I wrinkled up my nose. "And so did you?"
"Not at the same time."
"God, I hope not." When he chuckled again , I nudged him with my knee. "You do realize that means you've slept with Cam, right?"
"What? Fuck no." In the dim light, he shrank back. "I told you it wasn't - "
"He's been in there. So have you. So by association, you two have had sex."
"That is disgusting."
I grinned. "What's disgusting is that you've both been up in there and - "
"Can we not talk about this?

A person is only complete when she has a true friend to understand her, to share all her passions and sorrows with, and to stand by her throughout her life.

Guess what, Avery?" "What?" I wondered if he could see how fast my heart was beating beneath my shirt. "Remember how you just said you were having a good time?" Cam lowered his head so that our mouths were scant inches apart. "It's about to get better." "Is it?" He shifted his head and his nose grazed mine. "Oh, yeah." "Are you not going to kiss me again?" His lips tipped up. "That's exactly what I'm going to do.

All right, when you guys start talking about waxing unmentionable places, that's my cue to get the hell out of here.

Thank you," he said.
I blinked. "What?"
A funny little smile played out across his lips. "Thank you for trusting me with this."
My mouth gaped.
"It's a big deal." His lashes lifted and his eyes met mine. "What we did. It was your first time. I'm honored."
Was this real?
"So thank you."
Jax closed the distance between us, melding our lips together in what had to have been the sweetest kiss possible, and I realized this was real. Not some orgasm-induced hallucination, and there was truly no wonder why I'd fallen for him.

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I want you. Bad. Right now. Against the wall. On my bed. The floor and maybe in the bathroom later. I have a shower stall and a Jacuzzi we could put to really good use. I know you'd like it.

I'm confident enough in my masculinity and sexuality that I can say that Ryan Gosling is just dreamy in this movie.

Scooting forward, I pressed my lips to his smooth cheek. His eyes widened.

A sleepy smile pulled at my lips as I rolled onto my stomach, stretching my legs out and pointing my toes. The sheets slipped over my bare skin and ended up somewhere at the foot of my bed. There was either a perverted ghost in my bedroom or Cam was wide awake.

All I'm saying is once you've been out in the woods and heard the things I've heard, you'd believe in Big Foot and the chupacabra.

I don't think I should stay here."

"You can have another juice box.

You don't get it, Tess. I can't have you.

What was up with his fascination with my legs?

I want to be with you.

Why are you already in clothes?"
"Because If I didn't get something on me, I'd end up saying f being responsible and get inside you with nothing between us.

Brownies in the morning were the shit.

Baby, I'm all yours if you want me to be.

We can't be friends. I can't be friends with you, because I love you, and you've hurt me.

My confidence wavered like a thin tree in a storm and then completely collapsed. I sucked in a breath and it got stuck in my throat. "You don't want me." Cam was in front of me within a second, so fast I hadn't even seen him move. His hands were planted on either side of my head and he leaned down, his face inches from mine. Tension rolled off his body in waves. Air fled my lungs as my body went rigid. "Fuck, Avery. You think I don't want you?" His voice came out low, almost a growl. "There's not a single part of you that I don't want, you understand? I want to be on you and inside of you. I want you against the wall, on the couch, in your bed, in my bed, and every fucking place I can possibly think of, and trust me, I have a vast imagination when it comes to these kinds of things. Don't ever doubt that I want you. That is not what this is about." My eyes widened as confusion swirled through me, muddling my thoughts further, which at this point, seemed impossible. He leaned in, resting his forehead against mine. The contact sent my pulse pounding. "But not like this - never like this. You're drunk, Avery, and when we get together - because we will get together, you're going to be fully aware of everything that I do to you." It took a few moments, but what he said finally sunk in through the liquor haze and confusion and made sense. Closing my eyes, I turned my head to the side, feeling the way his skin slid alongside mine. "You're a good guy, Cam.

Oh, hell to the no, he did not just storm out of there like a drama queen. She was going to find him and then castrate him.

Stick with me, babe, and I'll change your life.

Well, prepare yourself. I am all kinds of thoughtful this week. I brought you something else.

If Avery was a whore, so was a nun

Nothing got more serious than allowing a tortoise to crawl across your kitchen floor.

Look, we can stand out here and argue about it for the next ten minutes, but you're getting in this truck."
My eyes narrowed. "Let me remind you of something. I don't know you. Like at all."
"And I'm not asking you to get naked and give me a private show." Pausing, his gaze seemed to drift down my body again. "Although, that is way interesting. A bad idea, but way interesting.

Those lips had curved into a knowing half smile that did funny things to her insides. And like a match tossed to gasoline, her body sparked alive and flames licked every inch of her.

Avery?"
My eyes drifted shut.
"What?"
"You've never been kissed before, right?"
My pulse exploded."No."
"Just so we're clear," he said."This isn't a kiss."
I opened my mouth, and then his lips were on mine. A sweet sweeping of his lips across mine, breathtakingly tender and soft, and way too quick.
"You kissed me," I gasped, my fingers digging into his sweater.
"That wasn't a kiss." His lips brushed mine as he spoke. Shivers raced up and down my spine.

My eyes drifted shut.
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Did not just admit that I loved him. Please God, let him think I said something else - anything else. Like maybe I dove you. That was better.

Oh God," Jase groaned, rubbing a hand down his jaw. "She's a friend, Dad."
"Uh-huh." His father backed up, picking up the bucket. "Friends with a pretty gal like that, then you're doing something wrong, son.

And yes, there is such a thing as stupid questions. That was one of them.

I want to be there for you. Let me.

Within a few short hours, he nearly had me agreeing to try deer jerky for the first time. Almost. If it weren't for Cam continuously whispering "Bambi" in my ear every couple of minutes, I would've caved.

Telling me that you wanted to. Don't get me wrong. I'm glad to hear that, but it makes me want to let you do it again. And for me to do it again. But I wouldn't want to use just my tongue." He pressed his forehead to mine, and I drew in a shaky breath at his closeness. "I'd start with that, but I'd want to use my hands and I wouldn't stop there.

I told you that my idea was great."
"They usually are."
"Holy [crap]. Did you just admit that?"
"Maybe I did."
"Uh-huh, you've always known my ideas hit a ten."
"On a scale of 1 to 100, yes."
"Ha.Ha. Guess what.Got another idea."
"Does it involve eggs?"
"It doesn't involve eggs."
"It doesn't?"
"But it does involve something equally tasty. And it involves you, me, a bed, and very little, if any, clothing.

We are your friends. It is the law of friendship that you tell us things you don't want to tell us.

Waking up the second time next to Jax James was like waking up for the first time. He was most definitely a cuddler while he slept.

So I was thinking we should skip tomorrow, stay right here and watch shitty movies all day."

My first response was to say I couldn't skip a whole day's worth of classes, but as I met Cam's mischievous gaze, I said screw it. "That's a brilliant idea."

"I know, right?" He tapped his head. "I'm full of great shit."

"Yeah, you're definitely full of it..."

"Ha.

Sweet baby Jesus, Blue Eyes was ...
He was gorgeous in all the ways that made girls do stupid things. He was tall, a good head or two taller than me and broad at the shoulders, but tapered at the waist. An athlete's body - like a swimmer's. Wavy black hair toppled over his forehead, brushing matching eyebrows. Broad cheekbones and wide, expressive lips completed the package created for girls to drool over. And with those sapphire-colored eyes, holy moley ...

There was a difference between loving someone and being in love

I want you, Cam."
"You have me," he groaned. "You so fucking have me.

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I feel sorry for the kids who are about to go trick or treating tomorrow night. They're going to freeze."
"Fuck the kids… I'm dressing as an angel – a slutty angel."
"Of course."
"And that means I'm basically wearing lingerie. My nipples will probably freeze and fall off.

Seeing you tonight? I was fucking surprised.

He raised his brows. "You're drunk." "Am not!" He gave me a bland look. "A drunk's famous last words before they fall flat on their face.

God Almighty, I might've just committed a cardinal sin just by thinking it, but he was like Cam 2.0.

Supposedly has been on a two-day bender, and today is the first day the guy has been sober. So whatever went down obviously didn't end with a Disney happily-ever-after. All I have to say is that you need to tell me what is up and it better include some rated-R stuff.

Smoothing the stray hairs at her temples, she cursed again. A nice, juicy little F-bomb. Her

His lips hovered over hers.
"No," he snarled.
Madison wasn't sure to whom he was talking, but then his mouth was crushing hers, and her world became him - the touch and feel of his lips pressing down, forcing hers to respond. It wasn't a gentle kiss or a sweet exploration. It was angry and raw, breathtaking and soul burning. Right now, she didn't want gentle. She wanted hard and fast, him and her, on the floor, even the bear rug, both of them naked and sweating.

You can stay here with me. My parents wouldn't care. We can pretend we're sixteen and having quiet, dirt sex so no one hears us.

When I want something, I go for it. Life is way too damn short to live any other way. And I want to get to know you better." Those lashes lowered one more time, his gaze tracking to my lips like they were some kind of Mecca. "Yeah, I definitely want to get to know you better.

Tell me that you still want to be here. Tell me that you still see a future for us. Tell me that you love me,

Well, that was sort of offensive, as if being alone with me was equivalent to drowning while being nom nom'd on by cookie cutter sharks

While the idea of taking you right now, against the wall, is enough to make me lose control, I want you to know that I'm serious. You're not a hook up. You're not a friend with benefits. You're more than that to me."
I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. "Well, that was ... really sort of perfect."
"I'm really sort of perfect ... Everyone else knows that. You're just a little slow on the uptake.

Did you guys have sex?" Jacob grasped my shoulders, giving me a little shake. "Oh my God, girl, details - I need details. What is the size of his-?" "We didn't have sex." I smacked his hands away.

Thinking about her, knowing that she was so close and completely out of reach just killed me.

It's hurting my soul

Yo! Cam!" Beer Guy jumped off the porch and jogged down the sidewalk, passing me a quick look. "What you up to, man?"
Saved by the frat boy.
Cam's gaze didn't veer from me, but his grin started to slip. "Nothing, Kevin, just trying to have a conversation.

Morning, sweetheart,

Ollie appeared, a cellphone in one hand and Raphael wiggling in the other. "Smile!" he shouted as he snapped a picture on his phone. "It's like my two kids are going to prom."

Both Cam and I were dumbstruck.

Ollie beamed. "Putting this in my scrapbook. Have fun!" He popped back into their apartment, closing the door behind him.

"Um…"

Cam laughed loudly. "Oh God, that was different."

"He doesn't normally do that?"

"No." He laughed again, putting his hand on my lower back.

It was too early for any of my friends to have come home.
Hell, it wasn't even nine yet, which meant it was probably also too early for a serial killer to pay a visit.

... my fingers slowly threading through his hair as he explained in great detail how he planned on showing me when I got better just how much he loved me, so much detail I was sure my face was as red as a tomato, but boy did I have something to look forward to.

It's her. The one you're going to fall for and fall hard. Oh, boy, you have so met your match. Totally.

My body knew what to do, what it wanted , even though my brain was firing off so many warnings I felt like Homeland Security during a Code Red.

I trust you with my life

Closing my eyes, I exhaled softly. "You want to see me, but I'm not sure you really want to. I don't look like - "
"I know what you look like," he said, his voice low as his gaze met and held mine. "I have two eyes and I've been checking you out often. Enough that it would probably make you uncomfortable if you knew. I fucking adore what I see." He drew my hand to his groin, folding my palm over the rigid length. "I want what I see.

Don't hate on Betty Crocker," Cam warned him.

You're going to miss me, but you're not going to admit it

I had to come see what little Maddie Daniels was blowing.

I love you, Jackson James. I love you. I love-"
His arms tightened again and his deep growl rumbling out of his chest silenced me. Our gazes locked. "I need to be in you. Now."
My eyes widened.
"No time to go home." Then he took one of my hands and started walking back toward the hotel entrance.
"Jax?"
He looked down at me, his eyes full of hunger. "No time."
...
We ended up back in the hotel, standing in front of a wide-eyes hotel clerk. "I need a room." Jax said, smacking down his wallet. "Now.

Holy shit, where did you learn that? Fuck. Don't answer. I don't want to know. I prefer to think you were born with that talent.

No, but it was a close call. Brought you something."
"Turtle pee?"
Cam laughed and shook his head as he reached into his backpack. "Sorry to let you down, but no." He pulled out papers stapled together. "It's a syllabus. I know. Thrilling shit right here.

You've been checking me out, haven't you? In between your flaming insults? I feel like man candy.

Going home was equivalent to sticking my head in a meat grinder and then asking why it hurt.

This may be crazy, but what the hell, right?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box, and Bridget felt faint as he cracked it open. An emerald set in a silver band winked up at her. "I love you, Bridget. I'm pretty sure you feel the same way about me, and screw the whole dating thing. Let's get married.

You don't get it, Tess. I can't have you."
"But you do have me," I whispered.

I live to service you

I want you to know that I'm serious. You're not a hook up. You're not a friend with benefits. You're more than that to me.

We're partners."
"Huh?"
"We. Are. Partners,

"Huh?"
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