Lisa Renee Jones Quotes

Maybe he's right. Maybe I am playing with fire, but I cannot stop myself. Beyond reason, I will push him until he reveals everything.

You do understand, Sara. More than you know. More than I wish you did." His mouth closes down over mine, hot with demand, and I know he believes this conversation is over, that he means to end it with the wicked caress of his tongue against mine, the possessive splay of his hands on my body. But I refuse to be this powerless, to be silenced with the very passion that drives me to need to understand this man. "No," I gasp, and shove against him, breathless as I meet his gaze and demand, "Make me understand, Chris." And on some level I know this is that unknown place I've craved to go with him, that place he hides from me, that place he wants to take me. This is where we have to go, where we've always been headed.

What are you thanking me for?"
"For being you, and it doesn't mater what name anyone calls you. I love you." His lips quirk."But I like how Amy Stone sounds. I like it alot.

I need him to know that I want to understand him because he matters, because we matter. Because life made me believe that what is blossoming between us wasn't possible, but maybe, just maybe, it is.

You can embrace who you really are, and we can be whoever we want to be together. My gut clenches at the reference to the way my

Losing control and you taking it from me are two different things, Sara. You won't ever take it from me.

She's right, and yet my blood pumps faster, just thinking about having her naked and willingly at my mercy. I can't help but think she's exactly what I need: a challenge. And how sweet her submission would be, because I'd really earned it.

Anyone who wants to hurt you has to come through me first.

I try to fight what I am feeling but his words play in my head. Anytime soon. Eventually he will leave. We need each other right now, I tell myself, two broken people who have connected in the depths of all our fucked-upness. I wonder why it feels that it isn't enough when only days ago it was exactly what I wanted.

Where I needed to go was where I ended up. I was shutting you out, like I shut everything out, and you pulled me back. You made me see what was important. What's real. You made me see you." His lips brush mine. "See me now, Sara." "I do see you." "No. You don't. You see what happened tonight and what you've decided that means for us. See me now, Sara, like you made me see you." He kisses the corner of my mouth and his lips travel down my jaw. "Really see me.

Baby, I held back today to let you get over all you've been through. But don't let that mislead you. You wouldn't be here if I planned on protecting you from me.

Any man who isn't married by thirty-five is either gay or he's got skeletons in his closet.

Do you know what happens when you push a dragon? They burn you alive, baby. You're playing with fire. I've played with fire tonight with Chris, pushed him to be that dragon, and the way he's looking at me now, the way he sees what I do not want him to see, is burning me alive. I know in that moment that I cannot keep asking Chris to show me who he is and not be willing to show him all that I am.

My voice softens. "But you're right; I should have told you where I was going. I'm sorry to make you worry." "Damn it, Sara." He twines his fingers in my hair and lowers his mouth one hot breath from mine. "You are the reason I take my next breath," he whispers. "Why can't you see that?" His question steals the last of my anger. I soften against him, my fingers curving around his jaw. "Let's go home, baby." He kisses my forehead. "I have something to show you.

Once the game is over, the king and the pawn really do go back in the same box. In death they are indeed equal. But in life, we are not. In life we are a product of more than our decisions. We are the consequence of how we cope with those decisions, and too often that is fear and guilt. Don't let it be fear and guilt.

The rush of fear is far better than the defeat of boredom.

Money doesn't determine worth.

I like to think I'm not stupid often, tonight proves that when I am, I do it in a big way.

I've always known we were two puzzle pieces that fit together in a hollow that is our pain. There was a time when I was certain we were too damaged not to destroy each other. Now I think we are saving each other.

All I want is the here and now, this piece of time. And please save the pillow talk for someone who wants it. Contrary to what you seem to think, I'm no delicate rose

I hear cavemen lose their alpha if they go without food for too long.

She was turning Royce into her knight in shining armor, and she knew all too well that was a fairy tale that didn't exist.

It should be, but you're still hesitating. Why?" "I'm afraid of losing who I am, and being only what he lets me be.

You told me I was making you crazy last night," he reminds me, drawing me out of my thoughts, back to a present I'm uncertain of.
"You are, Chris."
"Well, you are making me crazy, too."
"Is this supposed to be making me feel better?

Focus on what you can control... Kow what you can bend to your will, and don't waste energy on what you can't.

Possession. Demand. Control. He wants it all.

I never lie to any man because I don't fear anyone. The only time you lie is when you are afraid. - John Gotti CHAPTER

Taking you to the shower. Me Tarzan, You Jane. Do as I say.

You don't drag someone you love into that kind of hell, and play the kinds of games he did with her mind and body. You climb out of hell to be with them.

I do high heels better post-caffeine.

her, she's become such a part of my life that no matter how I fight it, or her, she's in my blood - a part of why I exist. Yet so is Rebecca. I don't understand it, and I do not like things that I don't understand.

Out of sight, out of mind. It's how i cope.

This is one of my favorite books Lisa has ever written. You couldn't ask for a better story.

And I don't want to be a part of the 'who's got the bigger sword?' contest you two have going on, either. I don't do cockfights. I just want to do my job and do it well.

Ella - "I want the truth!"

Jayden - "Give me the gun Ella."

Ella - "Make me trust you and I will.

I'll go find us a private car and driver," Chris informs me. "You stay with the bags."
I purse my lips. "Yes, Master."
He arches a brow. "Why is it that I can only get you to say that sarcastically?"
"Because according to you, " I remind him, "you don't want me to call you Master."
"Are you saying you would if I wanted you to?"
"Absolutely not.

Paranoid is better than careless.

We have too many of the wrong things in common to be more than sex, and the realization is freedom to me.

I trust this woman more than I trust myself right now. And that scares me in a way I haven't been scared in a very long time.

For the first time perhaps ever, I am not denying the truth of all of my cracks. I am living them.

I keep telling you, when you can't control the action, control the emotion.

How many of us allow others to define us and thus we become what they want us to be, not what we should be or could be?

When I want something, I go after it. And baby, I want you, and all I can say is you might be smart to run before I get any more into you, but please don't.

submission would be, because I'd really earned it." "Oh, please. You have so many rules, your rules have rules. Any woman who dared to date you would need an encyclopedia-sized book to keep up.

You have this deer-in-headlights look sometimes that I'm sure means you're going to run. Run to me, Amy, not from me.

Consciously or not, greed and power are deadly partners.

What we need more than anything, Amy, is each other. I need you, baby. I need you alive and well, in my bed and in my life. The idea of losing you is torture, but I know you aren't my property. You're the woman who changed me in ways I don't even fully understand.

What do I have to do to convince you I'm the one you should run to, not away from? Tell me and I'll do it.

Anger surges in me and I stand up. "You have no right -"
He's on his feet towering over me. "What if I want to have a right?

Memories are the enemies that never die," he says, turning away and shoving open his door, leaving me with the pain carved in those words that I am fairly certain he didn't want me to hear. But I did, and they speak to me, diving deep in my soul with the blood of my own loss, and taking root. I say I want my memories back, but I'm not so sure I really do. It's an idea I reject as I shove open my door and stand.

What we deny owns us. You can't control what you don't first own and face. You simply delay the moment it owns you.

He pulls the door shut behind him and drags me against him, murmuring softly, "I understand why you left. I understand everything." I cling to him, holding on for what feels like dear life. "I should have told you." "You would have." He pulls back to look at me. "When you were ready. We all have to deal with our inner demons in our own way, in our own time.

You can let go of me, Kayden."
"That's not going to happen," he promises, his voice low, as seductive as everything else about this man is, and when I look at him, that wolf is back in his eyes as he adds, "In case I didn't make that point already." ~Surrender

I love...being with you.

Unreadable. I've always said my mother is the biggest bitch on the hill, and the kindest flower in the garden.

You are my other half, Amy. I have to protect you.

He is an addiction, and addictions are never good for you. He's taking me deeper into his world, deeper into his dark desires, but I'm never able to get behind the physical aspect of our relationship. I just lose more of who I am.

His mouth comes down on mine, harder now, more demanding, a raw, hungry need in him rising to the surface. "You belong to me," he growls. "Say it."
"Yes. Yes, I belong to you." His mouth finds mine again, demanding, taking, drawing me under his spell.
"Say it again," he demands, nipping my lip, squeezing my breast and nipple, and sending a ripple of pleasure straight to my sex.
"I belong to you," I pant.
He lifts me off the ground with the possessive curve of his hand around my backside, angling my hips to thrust harder, deeper. "Again," he orders, driving into me, his cock hitting the farthest point of me and blasting against sensitive nerve endings.
"Oh … ah … I … I belong to you."
His mouth dips low, his hair tickling my neck, his teeth scraping my shoulders at the same moment he pounds into me and the world spins around me, leaving nothing but pleasure and need and more need.
I am suddenly hot only where he touches, and freezing where I yearn to be touched. Lifting my leg, I shackle his hip, ravenous beyond measure, climbing to the edge of bliss, reaching for it at the same time I'm trying desperately to hold back. Chris is merciless, wickedly wild, grinding and rocking, pumping.
"I love you, Sara," he confesses hoarsely, taking my mouth, swallowing the shallow, hot breath I release, and punishing me with a hard thrust that snaps the last of the lightly held control I possess. Possessing me. A fire explodes low in my belly and spira

The art does not always mimic the artist. You never know the real person until you slide beneath their surface

We attack the problems. They don't attack us.

Lies; they always come back to haunt you.

Our laughter dissolves into a crackling current that steals my breath away. Our eyes lock, and heat pools low in my belly.

That is control. Whether you want it or understand it.

I don't know. What if I don't want to and you do?"
" I just want you and us, baby. And when the time is right, and this hospital room isn't that time, I'll ask you to marry me properly and then take you pyramid hunting all over the world. You and me, baby. That's what I want.

So you think long and hard about what you see here
today, and where you're headed. But if you run, run fast. Because I'm going to come after you. That's
just the kind of bastard I can't seem to help being

The two men's gazes lock and I am suddenly swimming in a pool of testosterone, in need of a life raft.

He stills, and our eyes lock, his narrowing, holding mine captive. "Run to me, not from me.

His eyes hold mine and the depth of power and heat I find there are as limitless as what he makes me feel.

The past is a part of you and us. You can store it away someplace different, but you can't make it go away. And you can't even resolve it until you, we, face it.

Shit happens, but it only stinks as long as you keep it around.

I moan with his words, with the boldness of this man, with the ease at which he can spin my world around and drive me wild. I am close to the sweet spot, moving against his hand, arching into his touch,

You shouldn't walk away from something that intrigues you

Great. I'm with the hottest man I've ever known and raccoons have crawled through my hair and settled under my eyes.

Locking myself in a shell of an existence isn't healing. It's hiding.

When I said you were safe, he says softly, a hint of wickedness in his voice, I meant from everyone but me.

Dirty?" I supply. "Yes. It was. And I am. And so are you or you wouldn't know what a hard limit is.

Isn't that what we all want? To be with someone who consumes us? Who makes us want to give them all that we are, even though it's terrifying?

I might come but I won't like it."
His lips turned up slowly. "You won't like it?"
"Okay, I might like it, but I won't be happy I liked it."
He bit back a broader smile.

We just hold each other. Where I was once lost, he's found me. But I know now that I have only begun to truly discover Chris. He's still lost.

You do know Chris is thoroughly fucked-up, don't you?" My reply is instant, defensive. Protective. "Aren't we all?" "Not like Chris." I don't ask how he knows. It could be the club. Maybe a friendship that once was and is now lost. It doesn't matter. "It's his imperfections that make him perfect," I reply, and there is conviction in my voice.

His hand slides to my face. "Look at me when I enter you."
His voice is rough, intense. "See me, Sara."
"I do."
He presses inside me and thrusts, burying himself deeply, completely. "Feel me."
"Yes."
He lowers his mouth a breath from mine. "But do you feel us?"
My hands slide around him, holding on to him. "Yes."
"I'm not sure you do." He brushes his mouth over mine.
"But before tonight is over, you will.

You know, sweetheart, I know I'm fucked up. But if you think the guy trying to protect you instead of walk all over you is the one trying to run your life, you're just as fucked up as I am.

You will go there again. You will. I'm not about to pretend otherwise. It's all or nothing, Chris. All the dark, hated places you go, you go with me. You have to trust me enough to love that part of you as much as I do the rest." "You don't know what you're asking." "It's not a question. It's not even close to a request. This is how it has to be." His lashes lower; his struggle is palpable, and I soften instantly, hurting as he hurts. My fingers find his hair, stroking tenderly. "Let me love what you hate. Let me do that for you." He presses his cheek to mine, his whiskers a welcome rasp on my cheek. "God, woman. I can't lose you." I close my eyes and whisper, "I'm not going anywhere.

No more. There is no in between.

Fear and a secret are two different things," I remind him, pointing out the difference in the two phrases. "Often they come together. A secret that leads to fear in one way, shape, or form.

Darkness surrounded me, a complete absence of light that left me shaking inside. No. It wasn't the darkness that had me shaking. It was him. I could feel him, even if I could not see him. Oh yes, I could feel him. In every pore of my body, every nerve ending I owned, I could feel him.