Jason Matthews Quotes

I've always loved Russian humor," said Nate. "It's a shame there's so little of it.

She hadn't foreseen this. (She knew he certainly had not.) In her service as well as his, Dominika knew it was zapreshchennyi, strictly forbidden, to become physically involved with an agent. Emotional complications are death to a clandestine operation. It's not for no reason they whisk the Sparrow from the room after the honey trap and "Uncle Sasha" takes over, all business, because passions get in the way, you can't get anywhere with an agent who is thinking about his khuy, the old instructors used to say, cackling and trying to get her to blush.
She was in his arms, kissing him, not frantically, but slowly, softly; his lips were warm and she wanted to drink them in. She felt a pressure building in her body, inside her skull, in her breasts, between her legs. His hands pressed on her back and she felt sweet and edgy, as if they were childhood friends who years later had discovered each other as adults. He breathed deep purple heat into her ear, and she felt it down her spine.

Dvorets v Izmene," said Dominika under her breath.
Benford looked over at Nate, one eyebrow raised.
"Palace of Treason," Nate said.
"Works for me," said Gable.

You're safe now," he whispered to her.

Dominika put her face close to his, brushed her lips against his. "Will my tyuremshchik, how do you say this, let me go out, perhaps take me to dinner? I'm hungry." She shifted her arms and slid her hands down Nate's back.

"I'm not your jailer," said Nate. "And get your hands off my pistol."

Dominika stepped back, smiling. "You are so clever Mr. Neyt, even though you are sexually ambiguous. Now will you take me to eat?

Her name was Dominika Egorova. She was a ballerina, an officer in the SVR, a Sparrow trained to bend others' minds. She loved and was loved in return.

I will be a little bitchy from now on," she said "Zlobnyj

Do Boga vysoko, do Tsarya daleko, God is high up, and the tsar is far away," she whispered. Anything can happen, and there's no remedy.

Perhaps I will have a bakery someday named Dominika's, she thought. Idiot you don't know how to bake.

He looked at her in surprise as she pushed him back, her hand on his chest. Prurient and tender and shy and slutty, she tasted him, and savored the mouthfeel of him, and it was as if they had been lovers since forever. There was never a thought of Sparrow School, or numbered techniques. Dominika simply wanted him.

I want to feel that sometimes we leave the operation behind, that there is just you and me." Her bossom heaved in her brassiere. He stood up and put his arms around her. His mind was a riptide of damage control battling the stirring of his passion for her. He smelled her hair, and felt her body.
"Dominika," he said, and the rushing in his ears started, the old danger signal.
"Will you break your rules again?" she asked. She saw his purple lust, it lit up the darkened room.
"I want you to violate your rules ... with me... not your agent, me" said Dominika.

God, she's serious, thought Nate. Typical Russian, afraid of putting a foot wrong. But he liked her reserve, her underlying sensuality, the way she looked at him with her blue eyes. He especially liked the way she pronounced his name, "Neyt.