Katie Reus Quotes

Sweetheart, no one needs coffee, I just like the taste. Almost as much as I like the way you taste.

Everything is falling into place perfectly. We have four dirty DEA agents working with a terrorist group and killing Americans on American soil. The headlines are going to write themselves and we're going to get our candidate into the White House. When that happens, we'll get the war we want. The war we can win.

We all need this, need to have a purpose, to give back to those who need it most.

She was going to get another glass of champagne, enjoy herself and get to know her new co-workers. The thought came to an abrupt halt as she opened the bedroom door and found Quinn leaning against the wall opposite her, almost casually. But she wasn't fooled by his stance.
Nothing about him was casual. Those muscular arms were crossed over his broad chest and there was an almost predatory gleam in those dark eyes. No, that look on his face couldn't be mistaken for anything but raw lust.

Please stay," he managed to get out. "Just... don't go.

I lost one woman I loved. I'm not losing another.

...People so often ignored their gut because of social niceties and expectations. Luckily Dax didn't have that issue; he was barely fucking civilized.

Tell me if you want to stop." His voice was surprisingly unsteady as he stood back.
Her heart was pounding. She was glad to know she wasn't the only one so affected. "No way." Moonlight and streetlights streamed in from her two windows to give them more than enough illumination. "Now strip.

His world had been upended since the moment he'd met Evie… But this was a whole other ball game.

What's the problem?"
"You. All shirtless and stuff. My dragon won't let me fight you." Oh, God. It was so embarrassing even admitting it.

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Don't."
That one word made him freeze. "Don't what?"
"Touch me right now." Her voice cracked on the last word before she swallowed hard again. "If you do, I'll invite you to join me in bed and I don't think that's the smartest thing right now."
"What not?" he asked bluntly. Because getting naked with her sounded like a damn fine idea.

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If I wanted to kill you..."She slowly lifted off him until she was completely free.Her entire body tensed,mourning the loss of him filling her,but..."I'd do this,"she murmured as she shimmied down his body,bringing her mouth over his hardness.

The man was pure sin in the flesh. All hard muscles just begging to be touched.

Quit staring at my breasts," she hissed with a soft stomp of her heel.
His gaze flashed to hers.
"Why? They're mine.

You fight dirty," she murmured, taking the tin from him.
"I play to win.

Wyatt Christiansen is the client."
Iris tensed at his words. Hearing Wyatt's name from her boss completely threw her off balance. If Wyatt wanted to hire Red Stone that meant he needed extra security. She hated the thought of him in danger.
Without giving her a chance to respond, Harrison barreled on. "I don't like the idea of you guarding him, especially since I found out you two are fucking married. It goes against protocol, but...my father owes him a favor and he's apparently collecting.

You feel so...good,"she rasped out.
"The piercing?"That was all he could manage as he pulled back then slid into her again.

Like a maniac, she'd threatened the director of the NSA with bodily harm - very descriptively - if he didn't help her.

Knowing she was in his house, under his roof, turned him on. Everything she did turned him on. It was beyond reason.
But that was just the way it was and he was going to have to accept it. Because he didn't think there was another woman for him other than Evie Bishop. She was his not-so-secret addiction.

After every date we're going to end up in bed together. You might as well save on rent."
Her lips curled up at the corners as she fought a smile. "That's so romantic. I don't know how to argue with that.

I know what might make me feel better," she said, smiling as he let out a low rumble in his throat, his dragon peeking out in his gaze, telling her he wanted to play too.
Drake cupped the side of her face gently, stroking a thumb over her cheek. "Aren't you supposed to meet my mom and aunts for dinner?"
She lifted a shoulder, the sheet rustling slightly under the movement. "I can be a little bit late."
Laughing lightly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips over hers for a far too short kiss. "If we start something now, you won't be just a little late. You won't make it at all.

Oh my God, you're such a guy!"
"I'm glad you noticed." The glint in his dark eyes was purely wicked.

It's time to bait a trap.

I can think of a few ways I wouldn't mind you taking control." He dropped his voice a few octaves, making his already deep voice even more delicious.

She had no future with Dylan Blackwood. He was a former lover, a former asset, former… everything.

She was seriously hooked on this man

She wanted to ride him, to feel all that strength pulsing beneath her, but the most primitive part of her brain knew that this first time, he was going to be on top. A man like Declan was dominant to his core.

He couldn't tell if she was checking him out with sexual interest or sizing him up. Did she know who he was? Truly was...
Or maybe she just wanted to get to know him. Hell if he knew. It'd been too long since he'd paid attention to a woman and he hated that he couldn't tell if that was feminine interest in her gaze.
And now, after two years, his cock decided to wake up.
Fuck.

Not only was Sierra the sweetest, most sensual woman he knew, she f-ing owned him. Even if she didn't know it yet.

Pack or clan, they took care of each other.

She saw Bran step through the heavy gate. A big smile spread across her face at the sight of him.
Unable to stop herself she drank in the way his broad shoulders stretched out his long-sleeved shirt and the way his thick thigh muscles flexed and strained under his cargo pants. The male was walking, talking sex and he was all hers.

Travis Sanchez rubbed a hand over his head as he stepped into an elevator at the Red Stone Security building. His Mohawk was gone and he wore his hair in a buzz cut these days. It was probably his military background, but he always came back to this cut out of habit. The walk to Harrison's office was too short. He wasn't sure why his boss had called him in after his last security detail, but a small burst of panic had detonated in his gut. He loved this job, but there had been some issues with the CEO he'd recently been guarding not following Travis' orders. The asshole had almost gotten himself killed and now Travis wondered if his head was on the chopping block because of it.

He couldn't live in a world with her and not have her in his life. Nope. Not happening.
"You're mine," he growled against her swollen lips. The words came out guttural as he held back the urge to slam into her.

Senior look startled, but nodded. 'I love the smell of gun oil.' 'You like weapons?' She snorted. 'That's like asking if Santa likes Christmas." Resurrection Ch. 16

I want to taste all of you. Shove that pretty dress up to your waist and bury my face between your legs. I want to make you come so hard you can barely walk afterward.

She wasn't sure how much he was capable of giving her or how much she was capable of letting go.

But right now she needed him like she needed her next breath.

Looking at Athena now, he couldn't believe he'd been dumb enough to walk away from her. When he'd realized how innocent she was it had freaked him out, to put it mildly. Had made him feel guilty for the dirty things he'd said to her, wanted to do to her. With her ---

The chemistry was almost too much. And at the same time, not enough. She simply couldn't get enough of him, wondered if she ever would.

When he pulled back and slid into her again, she moaned his name. "Sawyer."

Her clit was pulsing, begging to be touched again. Feeling bold, she reached between her legs and started stroking herself as he began thrusting.

"Oh yeah, touch yourself, sweetheart. Come on my dick," he rasped out, his voice a bare whisper…

I'm not letting you go, Fiona," he murmured before brushing his lips over hers. She tasted like heaven.
And his.
Only his.
"I'm not going anywhere.

Caleb shifted uncomfortably as he closed the door behind him. For a moment, he'd thought she'd been naked under the sheet. But, it had been a nude-colored type of top. Didn't seem to matter, the sight had kicked his fantasies into overdrive. She tried to hide herself, but the nightlight next to her bed cast a soft amber glow around her shining right through the thin sheet, illuminating her small pert breasts perfectly even through the top…. He couldn't live under the same roof as her and not go insane. He would make an announcement tomorrow. She was off-limits.

She wanted this man with an intensity that defied logic. Which was part of the reason she'd been ignoring him. A girl only had so much self-control when faced with all this deliciousness.

A spark of fiery hunger shot through her as he took over, completely dominating the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth. His hand slid back and cupped her head in that way she loved. Craved.

She didn't want to talk with Levi. And wasn't that the problem. She wanted to do things that didn't involve any talking. Well, maybe it did if you counted dirty talk.

I've seen you burn trained vampires to a crisp and swat supernatural beings away with your wings as if they were insects bothering you, and my driving is terrifying?"
"Well it's not good.

Fuck," he murmured, his gaze tracking over her exposed chest and torso. "I was going to say this is going too fast."

"You sure about that?" she murmured.

"I don't want to take advantage," he continued, his voice strained as he sat up, staring down at her as if he didn't know where to start.

Reaching behind her back, she unsnapped her black bra and let it slide down her arms as she sat half up. "Then let me take advantage of you.

When she entered the dining room, she tried to ignore Caleb's gaze on her. He wasn't outwardly leering, but she could feel the intensity coming from his direction as if he was sending heat-seeking missiles her way. She knew he wanted her. She might not have much experience with men, but she knew when one was interested and Caleb Ryder was.

Growl all you want. The sound is...appealing.

She was in his head, in his damn bones-an addiction he never wanted to get over…

Once a Marine, always a Marine.

Not today. Not sitting next to Quinn who was semi-casual in black slacks and a gray sweater pushed up to his muscular forearms. Seriously, why did forearms have to be so sexy?
Why did he have to be so sexy? And why did she have the ridiculous urge to reach out and stroke his… sweater. She just wanted to see if it was as soft as it looked.
Right.

She had to forgive him. He couldn't live with anything less.

Aiden whirled on the tall cowboy. "What the fuck's your problem? Teresa looks like sex on heels so pull that stick out of your ass.

Three years ago hadn't been the right time for them. Now certainly was.

Wyatt pushed out a rough breath. "You're going to make this no-sex thing impossible, aren't you?"
She grinned and snagged another bite for herself. "Not any more than you're going to make it for me.

If I'm naked,I'm inside you

Her abdomen clenched as he thrust hard once, filling her completely. Surprising her, he didn't start thrusting, but remained still inside her as he continued kissing her.
She could kiss the sexy man for hours, be consumed by the taste and feel of him.
"Move, damn it," she gasped. She was aware the demand sounded a lot like begging. She was beyond caring. She needed more, more, more.

I've missed that dirty mouth.

He could find out if Tasev was guilty, then make him wish he'd never been born. A quick death for Tasev would be too easy.
No way in hell would that happen. The man would suffer for a long time before he took his last breath. That part of Levi had changed and he knew it. He'd never relished death or suffering before. Then he'd lost everything that mattered.

This was definitely unchartered territory. Iris wasn't like other women. She was tough, sexy but didn't flaunt it, and she sure as hell didn't give a shit about his money. If anything it seemed to bother her. And now she was busy working as a bodyguard for him.

Ever since meeting Charlie… his entire world was off it's axis…

His gaze strayed to her mouth as her tongue darted out to swipe cream off her bottom lip. He had to actually bite back a groan at the sight. He'd been with women who knew how to seduce, how to do everything right - because it was all choreographed and fake. With Dominique, he knew there was not artifice.
Even if she was driving him crazy.

He still wanted her more than his next breath…

in bright pink hand-done stitching were the words 'property of Alex'.

Good things are worth waiting for.

As he started making a pot of coffee he glanced out his kitchen window and into his neighbor's window and froze. He had the perfect view of his new neighbor. She was beautiful. Scratch that. The word didn't even come close to describing her.

She didn't seem very tall, though it was hard to measure. Her dark wavy hair cascaded down over her shoulders, reaching just below her breasts. Very full breasts. Definitely enough to fill his palms. And the tight tank top she was wearing left very little to the imagination. It was obvious she'd just woken up as she rubbed a hand over her face and reached for the coffee pot. Look away, he ordered himself.

But he was rooted to the spot.

She didn't want to let go of him… once had been enough.

She nodded and somehow found her voice. You're going too slow," she whispered.
A wicked smile spread across his face that she felt all the way to her toes. It softened his normally harsh expression, making him look years younger. That look should be illegal.

Well, are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Dating people?"
Her lips quirked up at the corners. "Are you?"
"Nope."
"Neither am I."
"Good. You're mine until you leave.

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In wolf form, Ryan stalked through the woods, his hunger - and anger - mounting each second that passed. He'd just found out from Ana that Teresa had gone riding out to check the fence lines.
By herself....
Panic hummed through him as he raced through a small patch of trees, lush and green now that it was spring.

He needed to taste her like he needed his next breath.

Meeting Harrison hadn't been part of her plan, but once she'd met him, walking away from him had never been an option. Now she wondered if he'd be the one to walk away from her when he knew the truth about her past. He'd been so brutally honest with her about his own life and his career with the CIA before he'd started working for Red Stone Security.
But she'd kept her secrets.

If you go to another male,I will kill him.That human tonight is lucky he's alive."

~Jayce Kazan

I've never claimed to be civil," he said with a soft growl, flashing his canines.

Walking away from him had been almost impossible. But she loved him too much to do otherwise. Because by simply existing, she was putting him and anyone he cared for in mortal danger. She wished it was different…

I feel like my life started the moment I met you," he murmured.

Maybe I'm not the Boy Scout you think I am.

This man was like a decadent triple-chocolate truffle cake with chocolate shavings sprinkled on top.

He was absolutely beautiful. His wings were a waterfall of colors, mostly blue and silver, with subtle lavender undertones, creating a visual feast. His body was more silver than anything, his scales glittering, and the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. God, she wanted to see him in the air, soaring.

Why was he even dressed at all? The man should be naked all the time.

You're not going to sleep with that fucking vampire!"…
"I'll sleep with an entire coven if I want!" She wasn't whispering now. "You don't tell me what to do."…
"I'll kill any male who touches you." His voice was a low growl as he leaned down to get right in her face.

He laughed, the sound so sweet to her ears because he rarely seemed to do it. "I think it's time I got you fed." He reached a hand down, palmed her ass before squeezing possessively. "Then I plan to eat you. Slowly.

Jayce continued to stare at her,his chest falling and rising erratically.Oh,yeah,she´d pissed him off really good.
"Get.On.My.Bike."The words tore from his throat with apparent difficulty.

Dragons loved treasure, that was not a myth about his kind, and Rhea was the greatest treasure of all.

She could scent his lust, the rich, dark scent of it wrapping around her, and it was better than any triple-dipped cashew chocolates.

Kiss me," she softly demanded, her eyes flaring with heat and hunger. For him.

he smiled easily, drawing out a blush from Jaidyn. Yeah, Julieta figured he had that effect on most women. He was all boyish charm but with an edge that was hard to ignore.

This thing I feel for you... I've never felt like this about anyone, Tegan.

Are we going to have a Christmas baby after all..?

Are you trying to tell me you were a virgin before me?" she asked teasingly...
He snorted at the question. "I just wanted to give you fair warning that I'm going to fuck up. Probably a lot."
She shrugged, seemingly unfazed. "Me too. That's what relationships are about. We'll argue, then have incredible make-up sex. And as long as you always concede that I'm right after an argument, we'll be fine.

Is it weird that I think it's hot when you boss me around?"
Her gaze snapped up to his, her blue eyes darkening with unmistakable hunger....
"I can take bossing you around to a whole other level if you'd like," she murmured.

If I could go back, I would do things differently. I would do a lot of things differently.

If you're courting me, you have to tell me something about yourself that no one else knows."
He was silent for a moment. "I'd rather jerk-off to thoughts of you than be with anyone else.

She winced at the rush of pain that shuddered through the base of her skull. "Holy balls, my head hurts."
"God, your mouth." The way he said it almost sounded like a groan.
"I think you like my mouth." The instant the words were out she wished she could reel them back in. Oh yeah, clearly she had a concussion. Or freaking brain damage.
To her surprise, his lips pulled up in the first honest to God smile she'd ever seen from him. It completely transformed his constantly gruff expression into something that should be considered illegal. "You wouldn't be wrong about that," he murmured.
Wait…what?

If you try to sleep on the floor I'll just get down there with you. Which will make you feel guilty and then you'll end up in the bed anyway. So just give in now and save yourself -- and me -- a headache.

So, why are you in Biloxi?" ...
Bran didn't move, but there was a subtle change in him as he watched her. "I thought the reason I was here was obvious."
"Do you mean because of me?" Asking that left her feeling exposed even if she'd made it clear that things between them were just about having fun.
"I am here because of you.

So, whose man parts are you setting on fire?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow....
"No one. I was just telling Belle about how I need to lose my virginity."
Aaaaand, that did it. He froze, his arm dropping from Belle's shoulders as he took a not very subtle step toward the entryway. "I need to get the door."
She picked up her tulip-shaped glass, fighting a grin. "I didn't hear the doorbell.

Twenty years ago, two of the CIA's best double-agents had been murdered in their own home on Christmas Eve. The husband had been killed first, and the wife had been raped repeatedly before she'd been beaten to death. The two children were never found.

He leaned over, kissing her again. "Tonight needs to get here faster," he growled against her mouth.

Wyatt had been adamant that she wear his ring, that she show she was his. God, the man was so possessive and with anyone else it would annoy the shit of her.

I need to shower before we head out."

"Do you want company?"

He should tell her no. "Yes," he managed to rasp out. Like she even needed to ask.