Laurelin Paige Quotes

That was the funny thing about smiles
if you flashed the right one, no one knew there was more going on inside.

The things she thinks are her flaws are the very aspects of her that I adore most.

It was meant to be a surprise. It was romantic." "You can't surprise a woman with a wedding.

No, I'm not ever letting you go." His words were raw with emotion. "I'll let you leave here right now, but I'm not giving up on you. I'll pursue you like I've never pursued anything in my life. I'll fight until you have no choice but to believe that I love you with everything I am.

I was fascinated with her instantly. Awestruck. Enamored. Fuck, I was practically in love. I would have followed her anywhere.

Those men, my peers, they were a sea of beautiful - calm and serene. Reeve was the ocean, dark and commanding and turbulent. They moved in gentle waves. Reeve stood still and set the world crashing around him.

If you can't share who you are with the people who love you, then maybe they don't really love you.

I know what you need. Trust me to give it to you.

You mean you'll never tell me no?" "As far as sex goes? I doubt it.

Because I really did want to trust him. I really did want to love him. He really wanted me to love him too.

It was how he looked at me, in a way that no man had ever looked at me, a hungry possessiveness present in his stare as if he not only had undressed me in his mind, but had claimed me to be sated by no one ever again except him.

I needed him to claim me to others as completely as he'd claimed me in private. I needed to prove I could be his in the way he wanted me to be.

We'd never gone to sleep without sex.

I couldn't lose her. So I didn't let her go." "'Didn't let her go'? That's what you meant by you kept someone.

So, based on that, we'd say you're seven weeks one day along."

I mentally pull up my calendar app in my head. "I've kept accurate records. I should be just shy of seven weeks."

"Our measurements might be off, but it's also likely that you ovulated earlier than you thought you did."

I look at Chase. "The patrol car."

"Seriously?" He lowers his voice though the room is small enough the tech can probably hear him anyway. "Neighborhood Hot Cop knocked you up?"

I giggle again at the name of the game we'd played that night. "Yep. Neighborhood Hot Cop knocked me up.

But I know better than anyone that if he doesn't see that answer, it's because he doesn't want to.

Maybe I'm afraid that you should run from me." "If I should, would you let me?

And he hated himself enough for it that he wanted desperately to believe that he could change. That people could change. I didn't think people could change. Not that much.

I begin and end with her. It's as simple and as profound as that. Our worlds have entwined and wrapped around each other's completely. They've shaped into something new and fixed and whole. There is no longer her story or mine, but now and always, only ours.

I'm sure you have other things to do. But before you go, want to get naked?

You've seen what I am. How I've been with you - that's how I'll always be. I won't ever hurt you more than you like. I won't ever do any real damage. I won't fuck around on you. I'll allow people to watch you and hear you, but they won't ever get to have you." "Those could just be words, though." "If you trusted me, they wouldn't be.

Just don't give up on us. Please, don't give up. I'm a shell without you, Alayna. I can barely breathe when you aren't near me, when I'm not touching you. Right now, it's all I can do to hold myself back from taking you in my arms.

I love you," he said again, like a creed. "I love you so thoroughly it feels like you're in my DNA. Like you must be part of my genetic code because there's no part of me that isn't linked to you. My love for you is so consuming on the inside that there's barely room.

I will continue to seduce you. I'm a man who gets what he wants. And I want you.

Because you're looking for something temporary. Something fun to play with." I leaned even closer to deliver my punch line - the one that would deter even the horniest of men. "And I get attached." I stood back up to my full height so I could take in his reaction. "Now doesn't that just scare you shitless?

It's surprising how many folks can't deal with other people's tragedy. Like it's contagious or something.

I love you," she murmurs.
"I love you first." And last. And everything in between.

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I belonged to him the way that a good idea belonged to the person who thought it.

I ordered a futon for me as well. Maybe sleeping on it will make me feel closer to you.

God, this sucks shit. I wasn't sleeping before but at least I was comfortable.

I'll continue to endeavor, though. If this is how you're sleeping, I shall as well.

~ Hudon Pierce

Did this bother him because he'd made rules about his life? Or did the rules about his life come because things like this bothered him?

Hudson?" I asked softly, hoping he didn't see the full extent of my adoration in just the speaking of his name.
"Yes, precious?"
"You aren't really an ass**le."
He brought one finger to his mouth. "Shh. You'll ruin my reputation.

I didn't see someone who wanted to hurt me. Well, not someone who wanted to damage me, anyway.

His eyes narrowed. "You're so angry. It's making me need to fuck you.

I've never kissed you just for show, precious. I'm not about to start now.

No," I told him. "You tell me what I want. That's what I want.

Now what can I get ... you ... ? My words trailed off as my eyes met the suit's, the air leaving my lungs, suddenly sucked out by the sight that met me. The man ... he was ... gorgeous.

It was fated. I was meant to be yours. You knew what I was about before I did.

He settled his hand at my jaw, his thumb tracing the line of my lower lip. "Of course, I do, precious." His tone was uneven but sincere. "You're my everything. I love you. I love you so much.

You want to ignore it and leave things in the past. But you're always going to be scared that I can't love you through anything if you don't give me the chance to prove that I will.

This sure as hell better not be a game he plays with other women, because this is our game, dammit. I've decided.

Flesh and bone and blood no longer are my makeup. I'm stacks of naught, packed into my being at the molecular level. My skin, my muscles, my organs, my cunt - cells of non-existence, masquerading as bits of human. Touch me, I'll feel nothing. Bruise me, fuck me, love me - nothing, nothing, nothing.
Everything within me has been altered and adapted.
There's nothing real anymore. Nothing solid. Nothing worthy.
Only pieces of limbo. Only nihilism. Only nothing.
Nothing wrapped securely around my core, an impenetrable seal.
Nothing jammed in all my spaces, crammed in tight, protecting the last embers of a once-blazing heart. I'm barely aware of its beat anymorethrough the layers of vacuity, barely feel the steadiness of its pulse.

Why are you here?"
He crossed his arms in front of him.
"Because I can't not be.

Or in Brooklyn Botanic Gardes during the cherry blossom season?

When he came, he aimed it at my breasts, covering me with his milky seed, bathing me in long spurts of cum. Marking me. Claiming me. Reminding me once more that I was his.

The virginal look. How very naughty of you.

It had been wonderful and magical and all the adjectives that people use to describe "making love.

I'm drawn to you, Alayna. Not because I want to hurt you or make you feel a certain way, but because you're beautiful and sexy and smart and, yes, a little crazy, maybe, but you're not broken. And that makes me hopeful. For me.

Even when you're petulant and contrary, I still want you. Always, I want you. I want to give you everything. All of me. Why can't you take it? Take it.

Alayna I adored how he said my name, how it always felt like he was saying so much more with only those three syllables. Like a prayer, like a touchstone. It made me feel beautiful.

And then sometimes, rarely, in the middle of the night, he'd be sweet. Pulling me into his lap, kissing me, caressing me. Letting me fly but anchoring me with his eyes. Speaking words he'd never dare say in the light of day.

If you want possessive alpha male, I can certainly comply.

He leaned into my ear and rasped. "Beg for my cock when I let you breathe.

A flood of inadequacy poured over me, a feeling of I-don't-belong, but if not here, then where? The room began to close in around me, blanketing me with acute heaviness.

And secondly. I am not falling for her. I broke my rules, but it doesn't mean anything. My mission statement is still clear in my head. But, my chest… Moaning, I roll over on my back, rubbing the spot at the center of my sternum. I'm too young for a heart attack, right? It's got to be heartburn. Or a pulled muscle. I did put a lot into that whipping. I probably strained something. It's definitely not emotions. I am not feeling things for her. I. Am. Not.

And think it's funny how, now that I know what it means to love and be loved, I see it everywhere.

After a while – minutes, hours, I didn't know – the reprieve tapered off and half-ideas slipped in with the conviction of plans. Promises. Reeve's cousins. His guest room. Get to his ranch. His staff. The common thread always him. He was my only chance for finding out what happened to Amber. He might not have all the answers, but he had some.
By the time I turned the Jag toward his house, he was pulling me in other ways. Distraction. Comfort. Reason. Preoccupation. He was the source of everything I needed now.
The path to closure, an asylum for pain, a place to find truth, a place to hide.
For good or bad, all roads led back to him. Perhaps that's what it meant to really be his.

A kiss that couldn't fade.
A kiss that could go on forever.
A kiss that could last.
Instead of what it really was - a last kiss.

I wanted to say the right thing, more than I'd ever wanted to say the right thing in my life, but I wasn't sure what the right thing was. I'd have to make a guess.

I can't imagine a without her. Even while we're apart, she's still so present in my life.

Hey kitten. We talked about meeting up more than once during your fertile window - would tonight work?

There. Businesslike, friendly, all about the baby.

But I can't help but add, I still haven't forgotten that you owe me ;) and I press send before I can think too much about whether it's a dick thing to say or not. But hey, she seemed into it last night, and I am still very into the idea of sliding into her sweet, wet mouth.

My phone buzzes a second later. Yes. We should meet again tonight...and maybe it will be more efficient if we meet at my place? I've decided you probably aren't a serial killer.

I smile to myself as I walk out of the station, typing to her as I walk. Maybe we can move past the wall she threw up between us last night after all. Definitely not a serial killer. Promise.

Sounds like something a serial killer would say.

How can I convince you? Other than being a police officer, related to one of your closest friends, and the potential father to your child, I mean.

Bring delivery food with you. I'll be just getting off work, and the food you choose will tell me whether you're a killer or not.

10-4, kitten.

I'm full-on grinning as I walk out to my car now.

Every second I stood before him it got harder and harder to remember why I existed if not for him.

That he required me to service him. To think of him above everything else. To allow myself to be willingly used by him in any way he desired. It was why I was a sick person.

The only thing shittier than the way men treated a pretty woman was the way women did.

thought the whole plan had ended perfectly

It was a kiss that took - took my desire, took my passion, took my will.

But his quiet intensity gave him away. I saw the effort it took. Saw the desire cloud his features. Saw his eyes sweep along my skin. I stopped wondering what this was and started wondering what it could be.

I want you hear because I can't bear it when you're not. I want you here because I want you with me - always.

I'm saying you want to put it in me. I'm just asking to keep it afterward.

But because you're mind. And I'm yours. And that means I'm tied to you in every way. Good and bad.

Alayna - Laynie - had only gotten married in April to Hudson Pierce,

I know that no one has ever looked at me this way. I know that this connection is not just one-sided, that she feels it too. I know that I scare her and fascinate her as much as she scares and fascinates me. I know that sooner or later I will fuck her, that she will enjoy it. That I will enjoy it. And somehow, with certainty that exceeds every other fact that I've come to accept in this space of seconds, I know that my life will never be the same again.

I wanted him to show me and teach me and correct me. I wanted to learn to please him with a desperation I couldn't explain.

Do you think your ugly is any different to mine?

As for me, I preferred to let people believe what they wanted to believe. It made life far more interesting. But my fascination with human behavior was one I kept to myself,

Then, all of a sudden, everything changed. He dropped his hand to his side and his expression melted and transformed, and for the first time in days, the look in his eyes said I was the center of his world again. The crux of his universe. The core of his existence.

The baby bean with its strong heartbeat disappears and reappears on the screen, like a picture coming in and out of focus. But the third time it happens, there's something else on the screen too, next to our baby bean. In fact, it looks like nothing more than a second baby bean, suspended upside down in Livia's belly, thinking little, silent baby bean thoughts.

The only mingling that interests me at the moment is the mingling of our genitalia.

She thought I was crying out of happiness. She had no idea she was watching my heart break even more.

Why can't we worry about each other?

I'm fine. I told you I was fine. Everything is fine. A person who was really fine probably wouldn't have to say it so many times.

I know. I know that you would never take advantage of me like that. But the point is you could." He paced the small room. "This is the only way I can think of to show you that I'm willing to be vulnerable to you. That I trust you." He turned to face me again. "And that, even though I don't deserve it, I'm determined to fight to earn back your trust. Even if it takes the rest of my life.

Not only does my world revolve around her, but she is my world. She's not just my reason for breathing, she's air itself. She's the meaning behind every one of my thoughts, every thrum of my pulse, every whisper of my conscience. She's my entire everything. It's as simple and as complex as that.

You're always the center of my world.

Because I love you. I love you too much, like I always do, but this time I don't regret it and I don't wish I could take it back because you need it. So take it from me, H. Take it all from me.

No."

"Come on," I beg playfully. "Let's go get one."

She shakes her head firmly. "There's no point in taking one at night, it needs to be the morning because - "

" - hCG levels are highest in the morning, I know."

She narrows her eyes. "You know about hCG?"

"The pregnancy hormone? Megan's been pregnant twice, Liv. You know how unafraid she is of body talk. I picked up a thing or two." I don't mention to Livia that I've been steadily reading my way through every pregnancy book the library owns, since maybe that seems a little over-committed to the whole process.

Or creepy. You know, one or the other.

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I love you, Alayna. My precious. My love.

Fine. Be mad. Take it out on me. I'm planning to take out my emotions on you.

From earlier orgasms. He was slow and steady with his pace, less rough than he often tended to be, his usual sex talk absent. But, because of the things we'd shared, his measured thrusts felt raw, more intent on

You belong to me, precious. You belong with me. I won't let anything come between us. I won't let anything hurt you.

Adding to his devastating sex appeal was what I knew about him now. That he fit his body like he fit that suit - tightly and with no give

I guess the difference now is that I want to give you the world, but you can already buy it for yourself. So what do you need me for?

We've been pussy-footing around each other all day," he said at my ear. "I'm warning you now that I'm done. It's time for me to start treating you like what you are: Mine.

For him, sex was not a way to connect with others. Sex was something separate. Connecting was something he didn't do at all.

We have the future to make up for the hurts we've caused each other.

What?" "The way you look spread out like that, covered with my cum -

Technically my boss, Laynie's most notable trait was her ability to focus intently on a project until it was completed. In other words, she was a little obsessive. It was actually a great characteristic when it came to work. She always thought of everything, never missing a detail. Her brain worked on overdrive, and while she liked to talk incessantly about business, her passion and creative ideas made sure the subject never grew old.

You're not going to break me, Hudson. I thought you might, at first. Turns out you make me better. And I think I do the same for you."

"You do."

"If you decide to not…" I searched for how to say what I meant. "Follow through…with whatever this is that we have, it will hurt. But I won't be broken."

"But it would hurt?"

"Like a motherfucker."

"Then we better follow through." He drew me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Alayna, you're fired. You can't be my pretend girlfriend anymore." His face grew serious. "Be my real girlfriend instead."

Joy swept through me in a dizzying rush. "I kind of think I already am."

"You are."

"Can I still call you H?"

"Absolutely not." He turned his mouth to meet mine and kissed me with lips sweet and tender, but passionate all the same.

No. I'm really not. I'm still going to fuck you as hard as ever because I'm not a good man.

Now the door was open. Now one of us just had to walk through it.

Considering the current turn of events-i.e. my fingers fondling her pussy-I'm optimistic that a blowjob could be brought to the table for negotiation.