Kristen Callihan Quotes

With the suddneness of a cat leaping upon its prey, he leaned forward and caught up her wrist. "Tread lightly, Miranda Fair." His thumb moved lightly over her fluttering pulse, as she stared with her mouth assuredly hanging open in shock, her heart beating furiously within her breast."You know, it's never wise to tempt the devil." His gaze lowered to her hand, still locked in his grip, her fingers glistening with pear juice. "Had I not this mask, I should be of a mind to suck that juice right off of your fingers.

You want to know what it made me feel?' My response is sharper than I want it to be but I can't rein it in. 'Empty. Like the world is full of lonely people who don't know what the fuck they're doing with their lives.

He'd die for her, but she would kill for him.

I don't know where this will go, or if I'll be any good at it, but I want to be on this road with you.

You were never quitting. You were searching.

She ought to call him Benjamin, but it was too intimate, too soft.
"My lord?" she ventured, only half serious.
"Good, God, no."
She bit back a smile. "Husband?" she took a sip of wine.
He grunted. "Are we to become Quakers?

Kiss the girl, already." Johnson begins to sing. Badly. A cheesy tot hits his cheek, and he chucks a wing at Diaz in retaliation. It goes wide. "Isn't that the song the little crab sings in The Lion King?" Dex asks. "It's The Little Mermaid. And stop playing like you don't know.

with shoulders so wide I'm fairly certain I could perch on one of them and have room to spare. He's

As much as I want your respect, you never, ever live your life to make someone else happy. You got me?

You don't need me being a third wheel,

If you die on me, Winston Lane, I shall kill you."
His lips tilted. "Don't worry, sweeting. I live to thwart you.

I fell straight into the abyss. My want of her isn't just physical; it is soul deep.

I'm crazy about you, Ivy. You have to know that. I'm so lost in you, I don't ever want to find my way back.

I eye the little fur ball with trepidation. He might like Stella, but the bugger is shitty as fuck.

Fi pulls up another section of hair to braid. Not to mention Dad is going to shit puppies when he finds out. Mom will probably bake a ten-tiered stress cake, then kick it.

But what of the little question of your secret, Lady Archer?"
"Will remain so if you're a pile of ash on my floor.

The bed creaks as he eases closer. And then I feel it.
Oh, fucking hell. Just no. He can't do this to me.
It's big, it's hard, and it's nudging my ass.
We both freeze. Well, Gabriel freezes. His dick? It nudges me again, that blunt head pushing into the small of my back as if to say hello.
"Involuntary reaction," Gabriel says in a strangled voice. "Ignore it."
His hard-on says otherwise.
I swallow with difficulty. "Your hard dick is poking me in the ass. I can no more ignore it than if you slapped me in the face with it."
He stills, a sound gurgling in his throat. I'm about to apologize for being so crude, when he bursts out laughing.

Honey, you could suck the center out of a Tootsie Pop and I'd still say no. Not that I don't appreciate your offer.

You're bringing me back to life.

I am a cold man. Any happiness or warmth I've felt died when Jax tried to take his life. Until you." His ragged breath gusts over my cheek. "You are my warmth.

A person can get ... stuck, for lack a better word, in a life. It's surprisingly easy, really. Hours bleed into days; days fade into months. Before you know it, years have passed, and you're just this person, someone your younger self wouldn't even recognize.

Not necessary. Man-buns are hot. I blame Jason Momoa. There was only so much watching him bang Khaleesi the female population could take before they wanted their own Khal Drogo.

God, that voice. I've been trying to ignore it because it's the kind of voice that can pull you under, make you lose your train of thought. Low and deep and powerful. He talks, and it's a melody.

But the best thing about Spain? Siestas. God bless any country that has decided yes, we shall shut down business and take a long nap in the middle of the day. How can you not love them for that?

You've told me repeatedly now that you find me blindingly attractive." "That doesn't mean I like you. Besides, your brand of pretty is like a weapon. You reel victims in with it, just like a vampire does. I wouldn't be surprised if you sparkle in the sun." "I cannot believe I'm arguing with a woman who references Twilight." "The fact that you know I'm referencing Twilight betrays you as a secret Edward-loving fanboy." His snort is loud and scathing. "Team Jacob all the way." I can't help it, my eyes fly open, and I lift a corner of my mask to glare at him. "That's it. We can never be friends.

Ah, now," crooned Adam, "here we are, then." With infinite care, as though he were handling a babe, he lifted the sword out, and a sigh seemed to go through him. "Ah, my lovely, it's been far too long."
"Shall I leave you two alone, then?" Eliza's lips twitched. She'd never seen such a look of reverence mixed with old familiarity. It was nearly indecent.
Adam spared her a glance. "Quiet woman, a man's relationship with his sword is a sacred thing."
"So I've heard.

I'm intrigued. If not by beauty, how then does one spot the garden-variety nobleman?"
"Easily," she said. "One need only look for the promise of beauty not quite fulfilled, a nose too large, eyes a bit too closer together, or ears ready to set sail.

There are times when a girl needs sexy. That's the thing no one ever tells you. Sexy can be both a weapon and a wall of defense.

Your hard dick is poking me in the ass. I can no more ignore it than if you slapped me in the face with it.

It fully hit me how much I want her. I want her under me, over me, beside me. I want to dedicate hours memorizing the pattern of her freckles, each curve and dip of her body. I want her body against mine until her scent is in my skin. I want to taste her, to fuck her, to laugh with her. I want everything.

Men can't go around introducing their woman as, "Mine; Touch her and lose a finger." Can they?

He's slowly carving his name into my heart. And it hurts.

You're crazy pants, you know that?" Her scowl is kind of cute.

All our lives, we're told work hard, strive for more, do all you can to live that life less ordinary. Money, power, fame, everyone wants it. But you get there and suddenly you're supposed to be ashamed, be humble?" He shakes his head. "Fuck that noise. I say live your life on your terms. If someone judges you about material things, that's their problem.

Truth is, we all project a false front to the world, peppering our social media pages with witty words and silly emoticons. Life narrowed down to 140 characters, staged selfies, and tirades over opinion posts. Life lived for the approval of the masses, all while tearing strangers down for the slightest misstep.

She told me she was mine. She has to know I'm hers too. She fucking owns me now.

She is dangerous because I cannot control her.

You do not want to get between a woman and her ice cream, bud.

The whole of my life I have relied on beauty first, brains second. It was expected, even requested. But you saw right through me from the start. You are the only man I've ever known who has looked beyond my face and wanted to know me for me. And I find myself wanting you to know the whole of me.

Life lesson that sucks? Giving advice is way easier than living your own life. Life lesson that sucks worse? Realizing this after you've severely fucked up.

I don't need you to fix me, Stella. I need you for everything else. I need your smiles, your laughter. I need you to be my best friend, my lover, my all. I need to take care of you, touch your skin, make you dinner, give you pleasure whenever you're in need."
I lean in, emotion clogging my throat. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I'd happily spend the rest of my life trying to be the best thing that has ever happened to you too.

Ouch. Do you mind? This is a silk-wool blend. You'll wrinkle it." "It's about to be shredded." She seethes up at me, eyes shooting sparks. "You just totally threw our business out there." "I told them not to talk about it." Her nose wrinkles. "Which means they'll be talking about it even more." "No, they won't." "Yes, we will," Rye calls. I point at him. "Start practicing your Running Man.

Hear me well, John Blackwood, because I know how hard it is for you to take a compliment. You talk of my strength? You are the strongest person I've ever known. You are a survivor. Every day you fight for a better life. I am in awe of you. I adore you. I have since the beginning. Fear isn't an easy thing to shake. But for you? I will be right there fighting by your side and never regret a day.

By the time she'd finished with him, with a little encouraging pat and a request that he rest quiet like a good lad, there was no point in denying it: Holly Evernight would be the death of him.

Iris is my opposite in all ways small. She loves reality TV, finds movies too long, and only reads when it's for an assignment. Her idea of fun involves a credit card and an open mall, and she has harbored a massive crush on Justin Bieber, despite all his WTFuckery, since her junior year of high school. Her continuing love of The Bieb is evident by the fact that her favorite nightshirt is a My World concert tee. And while the image of his face plastered over her boobs is more than creepy, I hate that she hides the shirt whenever Henry comes around. Or rather, I hate that Henry makes her feel like she should to hide it for fear he'll make fun of her.

This man could sell boats to desert dwellers just by standing there, looking pretty.

There were lies, and there were lies. Was a secret a lie? If one wanted to protect another?

Finding peace and contentment with Evernight - two emotions he was certain he'd never found in bed with a woman before - was entirely unacceptable. When awake, the woman was prickly as a hedgehog and about as lovable as a block of ice.

His steps slowed to a stop. "Why?" His voice was a ghost in the quiet. "Why give me your trust when you know it is such an easy thing to break?"
"Perhaps the easy giving of it will make it harder to break

If you want this baby, then we'll learn as we go. If you don't - " He kisses me again. "Then I'll hold your hand every step of the way.

When I am nothing but shadow, you are the light that guides me back.

His voice is dark chocolate on a hot summer night.

Hey, Chess, I know I've never dated a woman, but the thought of you leaving fills me with fucking dread. Because I don't want to be your friend anymore. I just want to be yours.

Gray texted me a joke the other day. Want to hear it?"
"Knowing Gray's terrible jokes, probably not. But okay."
He rubs the back of his neck. "What do you call a cow with no legs?"
I caress his waist where muscles ripple. "What?"
"Ground beef.

GrayG: I feel like I can tell you anything.
IvyMac: You can. That's what friends do.
GrayG: I've never been friends with a girl before.
IvyMac: I'm honored to be your first.

You know, I'm not actually comfortable being an asshole to women." "Really?" I say, biting the corner of my lip to keep from smiling. "But you do it so well.

Be with me. Let's fall together.

They also eat. A lot. I'm bustling back to the kitchen for more chips when Drew snags my arm. "You don't have to feed them, babe."
I run a hand over his hair. "I'm half-Irish, half-Italian, and all Southern, Drew. It's like physically impossible for me not to offer food and drink to company." Honestly, I think I'd die of shame if I didn't.

Are your rooms to your liking?

Some guys are alpha dogs, snarling and snapping. Dex is more like a silverback gorilla, quietly going about his business until something pisses him off and he gives a warning.

Fi laughs at me, the jerk. "Become real familiar with your hand."
"Pillow," I correct without thinking.
"What?" Her eyes are wide, her smile scandalized.
"Nothing. I said nothing." Fucking booze. I'm never drinking again.
"Sure you didn't, Miss Hump-and-Pump."
The throw pillow flies out of my hand and whacks her face. "Eew," Fi shouts. "This had better not be the pillow!"
"Better smell it and see.

He couldn't remember the last time human hands had willingly touched him.
Not true. Miranda had. She had touched him as if he were just a man.
He had lived on those moments ever since, pulled them to the fore when loneliness threatened to suck him down and drown him

sum of my existence equals you.

I glance back at Drew, who is still
eyeing his phone and being awfully quiet. "Seriously, Baylor, I'm about to
confiscate that thing."
He raises a brow at me, and gives me his old, innocent grin - which I am not
falling for. "You really are a mom, aren't you?"
"As I recall, you played the role of Mom. I was Dad."
"Doesn't that mean we're on a date now? And all I get is this lousy dinner?"
Drew leans his arms on the table. "Where are my flowers?"
"I'll make it up to you with sweet talk later. Now answer the question, Battle.
What the hell is up with the phone?"
As if I've activated it, the damn thing lights up, and Drew glances down. He
fights to hide his smile. "What can I say? I'm totally pussy whipped by my wife to
be. That's right, I'm replacing you with Anna.

And he rises. Up. Up. Up. Yep. Tall as a tree.

You didn't know how to live under my light? I don't have a light anymore unless you're there.

With a little hum of pleasure, he strokes my leg, his expression content, his body loose-limbed and lazy. Give the man a blow job and a little unexpected ass play, and he's practically purring.

I'm thinking of Anna, who kissed my bruises with a tenderness that made my heart flip over in my chest before she sucked my cock until I lost my mind. Anna who, with her plain speaking and fierce declarations, gave me back a piece of my pride. Anna, who still won't kiss me on the mouth or let me kiss hers

Said he would not turn into me. Wouldn't become a thing destined to be alone.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, the voice is its song. You can tell a great deal about a man by listening to him.

All right," I tell Gray, "you make an admirable lasagna. It's not as good as my mom's, but it will do."

"Don't kill me with praise now." Gray laughs then shakes his head. "I'm not trying to beat your Italian momma in a lasagna cook-off, Jones. That's just crazy talk." His brows waggle. "But I accept the compliment."

Drew snorts. The sound sudden and harsh. "'Jones'?" Jones is his nickname for me. But I hadn't thought he'd be territorial. He levels a look at Gray, and my chest grows tight. "And here I thought you didn't like my girl.

Just think of me as your friendly neighborhood cuddler." He's quiet again before another question bursts from him. "Are you telling me you'd do this for anyone?" I snuggle down. "No. That you're insanely hot is a huge factor. I get to cop a feel under the guise of civic duty." "Oh, for fuck's sake." A smile pulls at my lips. "Can it with the outrage. I know for a fact that most people would rather snuggle up to a hot dude. If it makes me shallow for admitting that, so be it." He

I'm not going to say it was love at first sight. No, it was more like oh, hell-yes-please, I'll have that. With a helping of right-the-fuck-now on the side.

My chatty girl has no idea what she's gotten herself into. Because I'm not letting her go.

Have I told you how much it turns me on when you're grumpy?" "No. But you're a twisted individual, so I'm not surprised.

We are all imperfect creatures, love. I don't want perfect. I just want you.

God, that's a cute dress." She plops down in the chair opposite me. "Is it wrong to want to hire based on that dress alone?" "I wouldn't complain," I say, shaking her hand. "But feel free to ask me more questions if you must.

You're it. My present, my future, my everything.

Why won't you let me kiss you, Anna?"
I can't breathe.
"Why, Anna?"
"It's too much," I rasp.
"Not when I want everything." He says it so deep and strong, a staking of a claim. "And I want everything with you, Anna.

Does she make the risk worth it?"
Despite the years they'd been at odds, they still understood each other perfectly. Ian didn't hesitate to answer.
"It isn't a matter of choice, Benjamin."
The other man sighed. "It never is.

You know very well." Daisy ignored the way her breath hitched when he got too near. "You get riled up and off you go, throwing that Highland accent about as if to intimidate." She dropped her voice in an imitation of his. "Ye will do as I say or I will take ye overr me knee an' stroop yer backside!

[Poppy] "You will never forgive me, will you?"
[Win's] head snapped back, those deep eyes of his clouding for a moment. And then he sighed. "It is not a question of forgiveness. I lied, you lied, we both lied."
"Are you conjugating? Or is there a point? For I confess, I cannot understand what you are about.

Tell me again that I'm a bad bet. Because I can't wait to prove you wrong.

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Anna, baby, you would never be the girl I didn't see, whether we had met now or in high school." He pulls me in close, rubbing his nose along the tip of mine. "Don't you understand? I know you wouldn't be because, since the moment I laid eyes on you, you're all I can see.

Finn, what am I going to do with you?" His smile is an easy glide, but his eyes hold mine a beat too long. "Keep me. I'm pretty sure I'm good for no one else.

I want to tackle him, throw myself on his body and devour him bite by delicious bite.

I aim to please.

I can't promise you perfection. I'm a moody bastard sometimes. I'll have down days. But I tried living without you, and it was the worst feeling of my life. You're part of me, Stella." My fist thumps against my chest where it still feels hollow and incomplete. "You live here. Always.

It is quite all right," Miranda said. "There is a mad aunt lurking in my family close. We let her out, of course. But only at Christmastime.

Slowly, her slim hand smoothed over the swell of his buttock, lingering there. A shocked laugh choked his throat, the sound muddled by a stifled groan that her intrigued touch elicited. The saucy little sneak thief was copping a feel. He felt inclined to turn around and let her get a handful.

You know I hate parties. With the passion of a televangelist on Sunday morning. I suck at small talk and mingling. Give me a booth in a bar and a few good friends, and I'm a happy girl. But parties suck.

Anyway," Ivy drawls, her smile still in place. "When Leo was born I thought it better to have a family car."
"And I told her it would be over my left nut that we'd get a minivan." Gray makes a face.
Ivy pats his knee. "And because I like his nuts - "
"Aaand we're done," Fi cuts in. Thank God. The word "nuts" calls attention to my own. They're aching now.

It's an endurance race. You endure. You keep moving forward. But some days, Stella…Some days I get so fucking tired."
"Then rest," I whisper. "Rest with me. Let me be where you lay your head for a while.

You're bloody brilliant, Ranulf."
"Well, yes," Ian said as Win let him go and headed toward the door. "But would you mind telling me what brilliance I imparted this go round?

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Be dragons,'" I read out loud. "Are you the dragon?" The corner of his mouth quirks. His hands rest on my hips, holding on with just enough tension to tell me he isn't quite comfortable with the inspection but is letting me look anyway. "Map makers used to put the saying along the borders, for places where they hadn't yet charted. It's in reference to the unknown, to be mindful of the unexplored.

Doesn't Momoa have a beard?" I wave my hand. "Who has time to look at his beard when his muscles are on display?

You are the best part of my day, Killian.

Baby doll, I could assert my manly dominance, thump my chest, and declare you're mine. But it wouldn't mean a damn thing if I'm not yours in return.