Lauren Blakely Quotes

it had started, to how it had

I want you on my balcony.

I've fallen wildly, madly, relentlessly in love with my best friend's sister, and I can't imagine living without her.

I need to make sure Chris isn't an axe murderer who lures women with the whole "I can fix the camera your friend's cat peed on" line, so I Google him.

I have no need to suck up to you, Clay. You're already putting out for me.

I understood the meaning of the word swoon - I had become the very definition.

He dropped to his knees, pushed up her skirt, and spread her legs open. "I have unfinished business with your pussy," he growled, as he dragged a finger across the outside of her panties.

You know what they say. First, it starts with conjugation. Then it leads to consummation.

I'm in love with you … I've been falling in love with you since the day we met.

I want Harper to want me this same wild and crazy way, like she can't get enough of me. Because, hell, it's become that way for me.
It just has.

Below the belt is a pleasure-only zone," Casey said, gesturing to her skirt. "I don't approve of fighting there.

It feels like we're making love. Like we're saying new phrases with our bodies. Talking in a bold new language. One that says I love this, and you're mine, and let's not stop, let's never stop.
Soon, I'm seeing stars and saying his name, and this feels like surrendering to love.
It's terrifying and beautiful at the same time.

Casey. You're going to need to stop questioning me," he said in a commanding tone. "That's your first lesson. The next one starts now.

That's the thing about slippery slopes. Take that first step, and the next thing you know, you've completed a jerk-off hat trick to your bestie.

You don't want a tiny diamond on your finger when you can have three carats. You don't want a one-dollar bill when you can have a Benjamin. And you don't want to ride a miniature pony when you can saddle up on a rock-star cock at the rodeo of your pleasure.

If you take off anything else, I am going to be fucking you. Got that? This is your warning.

Don't take this the wrong way. Don't take this to mean I don't like you, because I do. But I have totally wanted to get in your pants since the day I met you.

Solve this, pink-haired lady.

Because as much as I want to spend the entire weekend in bed, I also want to get to know you. Because I like talking to you as much as I like touching you. Is that enough?

Have I mentioned the last time I saw her she marched out of my shop in a blaze of angry glory?
Might be because I fired her sexy ass five years ago.
Yeah, there's some bad blood between us.

Kisses are the sustenance of love. They will feed you.

I head to the bathroom. I wash my face, brush my teeth, and try to put the evening behind me. Look, it's not hard to turn down a drunk girl, because that's just wrong. But it was hard, for some unknown fucking reason, to turn down her. Those things she was saying. Those wicked, dirty words falling from her red lips. They torched a path up my body. They stirred something inside me. Some wish. Some want.

That kiss on the street was one thing.

The session on her couch was entirely another.

But the cab was a whole new wrinkle. She just combusted, like a rocket of lust, firing off in every direction, jumping me, climbing me, grinding on me.

I wanted it all.

I wanted her.

I still do.

My faux school uniform is like a power suit, my armor, a super hero's costume that makes me feel on top of the world. Short skirt, white blouse, knee-highs and Mary Janes. When I wear this, I make the rules.

He was my first favorite mistake.

That's the thing about song lyrics. You take the parts that speak to you.

Gestures and actions, were the foundation of any great love. And that's what he was to her. He'd shown her that she didn't have to change for any man, that the right man would love her for who she was.

Sometimes I think things happen for a reason ... And I think if we're meant to run into each other again, fate will make it happen.

Any man who is friends with a woman has taken the old imagination out for a stroll to Kissing Avenue, then Lovers Lane, then Fucking Street.

I wish she'd say she's ready. But I won't push her. I can't. She needs what she needs right now, even though she's the only person who ever truly needed me.

My heart trips over itself in a race to get closer to her. Something is happening. Something strange and completely foreign. My heart is speaking a language I don't understand as it tries to fling itself at Charlotte. Great. Now, that's two organs I have to do battle with every day.

I should let go. But I don't. Because I can't help but notice he has that clean and freshly showered smell that makes any woman want to lean in and lick a guy's neck.

The type of real that fucks your heart with a chainsaw.

Sex with him was exhilarating. It was the greatest rush, the sweetest high. It was ecstatic amnesia.

She inches her fingers tighter around my waist. So tight that for a sliver of a second it seems like ... like she's copping a feel of my abs. Okay. That's not even remotely a problem at all. Those rock-solid abs are there for your pleasure, m'lady.

You're you, and you are everything in the world to me. Every. Single. Thing.

Because it was mad love, crazy love, insane love.Because it was hard love, good love, true love.Because it was the real thing, and a love like that can't be stopped.Alove like that is inevitable".
"It lasts forever, for always, because of the love they have and the way they love. An how they learned to love together.Fierce and true.

I'm not just in love with the baby – I'm in love with the woman. Mad, passionate, she's-the-one love.

Fine is the ultimate non-committal adjective. If "fine" were a dude, he'd be a bachelor forever.

Hangovers are fun, said no one ever.

I think I was his lifeline too. We were both adrift in New Your City. We were both surrounded by so many people, but ultimately we were terribly alone. Until we found each other.

Let's see what my options are," he said, then slid open the drawer. Holy shit. It was like a fiesta of sex toys. "I think they might be mating in there.

Maybe we just need to find the daring in the every day, he says,

You're what I want. All of you.

Fido and I have an understanding: I feed him, and he doesn't cock-block me.

Love is a terrifying choice. That's why I've built walls. He wasn't supposed to tear them down. I wasn't supposed to let him knock them to rubble with all his kisses, and his tender touches, and his sweet and dirty and thoughtful ways with me.

You simply made a choice to trust, a choice to believe, a choice to move forward.

I want to press the button on her that controls that noise, that turns it up, that makes it music in my ears.

I know people in business. I know lots of people in the business world. I have good relationships with those people because I don't screw anyone over.

Softness was for kittens, pillows and pretty cashmere sweaters. Sex needed to be hard, hot and oh-so-rough around the edges.

I didn't stand a chance of resisting you, Abby. The minute you walked through my door, it's been a battle.

Any guy who thinks he automatically knows how to please a woman is a conceited ass. Every woman is one of a kind. Every woman has her own titillations and turn-ons.

But everyone is trouble, I want to say. And everyone has preconceived notions.

Nate Harper had been hot for Casey Sullivan for years, but when he answered her, he wasn't speaking from below the belt. He was speaking from the brain.

Did that work?" I ask into the quiet night. "Um, yeah. Couldn't you tell?"
I shake my head. "That's not what I meant. I meant, did I show you love?"
"Yes. You and me, this is what love is."
We learned it together.

I'm here because of a letter.
Not the kind with hearts and lipstick marks, but the kind that takes your breath away. I wanted it to have that effect on him, and so it was the story of how we fell in love told through our kisses. Both kisses we'd had and kisses I wanted to have, and places I wanted to kiss. Places like Paris and Amsterdam, along the river or by the canal, or Kauai under waterfalls.
It was an epic love letter, and it was all I'd ever wanted in my life-to feel that kind of epic love.

You're looking at me like I'm the answer to all your prayers.

I don't even know how to say it." "You just say it. That's how you say something that's hard. You put one foot in front of the other. You take it step by step. You say the words. There is no magic formula. There is no secret sauce. But there are words," she says emphatically, as if she's delivering an impassioned speech. As if she's saying something that matters deeply to her. "And words are all we have. That's all there really is between people. At the end of the day, we have our actions, and we have our words. And you simply say them." I try them on for size, as if I'm talking about what I did today. Casual,

Yes. I believe in fate. But mostly I believe in you.

Was slated for the afternoon shift with Nate, but hell if I was sticking to the schedule. I figured one of two things would happen the more time I spent with her. I'd learn she was annoying, a pain in the ass, or silly, and all of those would be great because I could get her out of my system.

Then no. Never. You're not getting rid of me. Because here's the thing you need to know. I'm in love with you, and that's a package deal. And that means no matter what, I'm by your side. Whatever happens, I'll be here. I'm not the kind of guy who walks away. I might be scared out of my fucking mind, but I'm not running. You're stuck with me, Harley, he says, and shoots me another lopsided grin that makes my stomach flip.

I have given you my whole heart, all of my body, and everything in my soul. And I have never felt so wanted. But I need to be loved." "But

There's only one cure for weirdness."
"Anal?

I've had plenty of meaningless dates and pointless conversations. This woman was never pointless. She was everything.

She was the only one he saw, the only one he ever wanted to see.

I don't know if i'm going to see you again.I don't know what's going to happen.But you have to know that i love you more than i ever thought was possible. I have loved every second with you.You made me believe in love, you made me believe in myself, and you made me a new man.But I'm not here to talk about me

He was like dessert without the calories. He was cake and chocolate and everything delicious in the universe. She wanted more, and she had no problem asking for it.

You'll all just have to accept that Wyatt Hammer kisses me like it's the only thing he wants to do in the whole world, and I couldn't resist him.

Because my dream was to have a love like this,

Yum." She smacks her lips and mimes making a cat claw. She leans into me and whispers, "I am so going to be visiting him one-handed tonight in my fantasies.

Because not loving her is like not existing, not breathing, not being.I don't know how to live without loving her, and if that's how i have to spend the rest of my days on this earth-loving a ghost-that's how it will be

He wanted to do things to this woman. He wanted to make her feel the way a good boyfriend would – desired, wanted, craved. She deserved all that. He could give it to her now. He could give it to her for a week.

This is the end to my Saturday night. My cat has watched me whack off to a vision of my best friend. "Don't say a word," I hiss. He looks away, lifting his chin haughtily. But he'll keep my secret. I'll keep his, too, the fucking little voyeur.

No one has ever looked at me like he does. I doubt anyone ever will.

I've been known to watch porn from time to time."
"Just from time to time?" I ask.
She shrugs naughtily, a little I've-got-a-secret look in her eyes.
"It's okay. Tell the doctor. Masturbation is normal. Don't be ashamed.

She's the perfect, all-American girl, like an apple pie, and I just want to eat her up.
I mean, I don't want that. That came out wrong. I totally don't want to eat my assistant.
Or bang my assistant.
Or bend my assistant over the desk.

What is happening here?" Her voice is unsteady as she says a line that's not in the script.
"You tell me," I say, and I'm not even sure where my own voice is coming from.
Then she turns around, uncrosses her legs, and mirrors me, kneeling. "You wrote that scene for me, didn't you?"
I nod. My throat is dry. I can barely speak.
"That day you saw me with Shelby outside the theater, right?"
"Yes." I swallow. I'm an open book now.
"Did you write it because it makes the show better? Or did you write it for me?

The air between us crackles like it always has, like it has its own energy or frequency. One of us is going to bend. One of us is going to break.

I can't stop feeling this way. I can't stop falling. I'm so fucking in love with her, it hurts. I want to be the one who wants her, and be the one she wants, just like she asked for.

It feels like I took a different turn down the road. Like we started with raw heat, and we sped through rough-and-fast land, and now we've veered someplace else entirely. We're driving down a new road, and this one's a little more dangerous, but it's fantastic in its own way.
Because it's closer.
It's more intimate.
It's a connection I didn't expect but can't deny.

If it's that a drink, no. If purple snow globe is a secret code word for something naughty, I'm game.

I have all the power.
And I need it terribly.
I need the power play. I need to make all the choices, to enter this deal with my eyes wide open.
Neither one of us believes in marriage, but we both believe in honesty, and in honest pleasure. Giving it, rather than giving away my heart.

Ryder's in jeans and his shirt from last night, and he's staring at the fridge. When I pad closer, I see he's not just staring at the door. I've hung my various ultrasound pictures to the silvery surface, and he's studying them. His index finger is poised over my recent twenty-week one, and he's tracing the outline of the baby's legs.

"Hi," I say, clearing my throat.

He straightens and then smiles. It's a sheepish look, as if he's been caught. "Just checking out Papaya."

I love that the name Papaya has stuck. That must be a sign he feels the same. I gesture to the thirteen-week picture, when I first heard the heartbeat. "I think Papaya was a fig in that one. Funny thing - when I was so sick, Papaya was only a kidney bean."

"Kidney beans are known to be troublemakers." He steps closer, drops a strangely chaste kiss to my forehead, and sets his hands on my belly. "And I think Papaya is almost a mango now, right?"

I nod. "How did you know?"

"I might have googled pregnancy-to-fruit comparisons. Papaya will be an eggplant in a little while."

I blink. Holy shit. He really knows his pregnancy fruits. Better than I do.

I want to take a snapshot of this moment. I want to record every second of this strange and joyous connection I feel with her and the life growing inside her.
The doctor leaves us alone, and I bend my face to her belly and press the gentlest kiss to her skin. "Hi, baby," I say, and I know, I fucking know, that I'm already in love with my child.

With some people, chemistry never fades. Perhaps for some, it intensifies.

I don't usually feel, and so I don't know how to respond to a real feeling in my body instead of a manufactured one.

That's the funniest thing of all about attraction. It can be so torturous, but you can look forward to it so much. It's an exquisite kind of torment.

Wyatt Hammer, don't you know?"
"Know what?"
"I ache for you.

Be bold. Ask for what you want. You never know – you just might get it.
You might get it really good.

By the way, do you know what they say about this woman in business?

The falling is complete. It's here. It's happened, and now I'm in love with the woman in my arms.
But this woman needs me to be the kind of man who doesn't fall so easily.

Are you running away from me, sexy angel?"
A mischievous glint twinkles in her eyes as we reach the top of the hill. She stops, grabs my shirt, and tugs me close. For a second, I think she's going to kiss me, but instead she says, "I was, but you caught me."
"I'll catch you again if I have to.

Because you know how to enjoy things. Because you don't deny yourself. Because you let yourself feel pleasure and want. And that's the kind of person who likes gifts. The kind of person who knows how to enjoy life.

He always cared for her. He always loved her. He's madly in love with her. She's his Love, Actually. She's his Casablanca. She's the one he'd stop the bus for, the one he'd run through traffic for, the one he'd drive like a crazy man to the airport for and run through the terminal to stop the plane. Her name's above the title for him. She's the opening credit and the closing credit. She's the love of his life.

Life - standing under the high heat of the desert sun, without a cloud in the bright

Love isn't a quilt. Love isn't patient, love isn't kind. Love is a game, a chase, a thrill. Love is wild and war-like, and every man and woman must fight for themselves.

I get it. I understand. I'm just kind of reconfiguring my hard drive now," she says, tapping her skull. "And finding room for this new data point about you.

We've all made mistakes. We've all done things we wish we hadn't. The goal is to learn, and to move on and try to live a life of no regrets.

Mr. Offerman clasps his hand on top of hers. "It's a good hobby for you, dear. It gets you out of the kitchen."
I straighten my spine. Are we in the fifties here? "Out of the kitchen?

If I were a rock star, I'd have Taylor Swifted him and written one of those anthemic I don't love you anymore songs.

I'll tell you what they say. That I'm fair and honest. And I'll tell you what I say to people who aren't. And it's this. You lost out. Because no one fucks with me, my company, or my family.