Lorelei James Quotes

Like you were a work of art that I wanted to lock away because no one would ever appreciate your rare beauty like I would?

[Hank] dumped the saddle on the ground as he set the sawhorse down. "Am I makin' you nervous?"
"Not you so much as your unusual ... supplies."
That damnably alluring grin appeared again. "Ah, hell, darlin'. It ain't nothin'. We're just gonna have ourselves a private rodeo."
"Let me guess. Instead of bulls and broncs, you're gonna be ridin' me.

I swear I'm gonna look on eBay to buy the filter that your mouth is missing.

It means we're not done. We never were.

You ever heard the phrase 'nice guys finish last'? It's true. Been true my whole life. So, maybe it'd be nice for me for a change, if someone thought I was worth fightin' for.

He eased back and murmured, "You taste so damn sweet. Like maple syrup."
"And you taste like stolen bacon.

At the very least he should have to suffer somehow, right? I mean, months of being sick, being hormonal, being fat, being so desperately horny and then wanting to chop off Brandt's hand or his dick if either so much as touched me again.

Marriage Rule Number One: She is you confidante. Confide in each other before all others, without, exception.

Marriage Rule Number Two: Don't be the tough guy with her. She's had enough of that in her life with the way her brothers raised her.

Marriage Rule Number Three: Don't withhold your emotions from her. I'm not talking about affections. Because emotions and affections are totally different things.

She's what's best for me.

Should I tell her that I can't sleep, I can't eat and I miss talkin' to her? Or just sittin' with her? That I miss the secret way she smiles at me? That I constantly think about the way she smells, the taste of her mouth, the feel of her skin, and the sound of her laughter?

It's not my fucking job to protect you from your own stupidity.

I know it's stupid, but I'm just so crazy in love with her I wanted everyone to know it. To see how lucky I am. To brag that this ... perfect woman is mine. That she picked me. That she loves me."
"What do you care that the whole world knows that?" Colt said. "Jeez, Carter, the only important thing is you know."
Colby and Cord both gave Colt an odd look.

I'd feed you the cake just to watch your lips wrap around the fork. Then I'd watch your beautiful throat muscles work swallowing the sticky sweetness, fantasizin' about smearin' chocolate frosting down your neck so I could lick it off. Slowly. And when I finished feedin' you, I'd press my mouth to yours for a thorough taste of you and the cake.

Not comfort for her, but for him. Putting him in a place where he had total control over her. Where he could soothe her, cherish her, protect her.

I needed to touch you.

You don't always have to act so tough, you know.

With a perfectly straight face he said, "If I need an item, I go into the store and buy it. Why would I waste time going into a store if I didn't need to buy anything?" "For sheer shopping pleasure? The joy of being a consumer?" she offered. Ronin continued to give her a blank stare.

No fair. You know what it does to me when you whisper in my ear.

I'm mad at you because...I don't know why. I just am.

That theory will be blown when she's conferring with the event security, wearing an earpiece and holstering a firearm under her business suit. Or if she perceives a threat and pulls a gun, because she - and no offense, sweetheart - looks awful trigger-happy."
She set her forearms on the table. "You have no idea how true that statement is. But right now the person I'd be gunning for most is you, sweetheart." Then she smiled.
Holy shit. The smile completely transformed her face - but Devin wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing because the grin straddled the line between sexy and evil.

Sometimes you're so nice, I can't believe I ever hated you. - Keely to Jack

Stop with the no, sir bullshit. We both know that sarcastic sir is your verbal shorthand for asshole.

The other reason I like your hair down is that I've fantasized about having these silken tresses wrapped around my fist as I'm fucking you

Why did Amery have the overwhelming urge to curl into a ball and cry? Because he'd just shown her that she wasn't a cold bitch in bed? He'd proven that she could burn hot and fast with a man who took the time to find her fuse before he prematurely lit the match.

Nothin' will make me run from you, Tanna. Nothin'. You can punch me, scream at me. You're a little bitty thing. I'm a big guy. I can take whatever you dish out.

You have a woman like that? Who's beautiful, smart and sexy, who gets you and likes you anyway - when you're not being an overthinking workaholic dickhead - you go after her with everything you have. Everything.

And my arms will be wide open to catch you. Always.

Let me grab my toothbrush and toothpaste and I'll go.
Get your eyes off my junk and you'll see that I have your toothbrush and toothpaste in my hand.
Oh shit. She raised her gaze only high enough to see, yes indeed, Chase was holding her oral hygiene supplies.

Lord, I'm gettin' addicted to your kisses, AJ. I feel plain, damn drugged when you're kissin' me. I feel plain, damn lost myself when you ain't around.

Why the fuck would I marry you? I don't even like you.

You aren't my type. But I'm beginning to think that's not such bad thing.

I see the wheels churning in that big brain. What's going through your pretty head?

was gonna romance the hell out of her for the next sixty years. He'd be a motherfucking pro at this hearts and flowers shit.

Right now, AJ. I wanna pin you against the wall and fuck you hard enough to rattle the stalls. Then I want to bend you over the railing' and take you from behind, sinkin' my teeth into that spot at the base of your neck that makes you scream my name."
AJ swallowed. "Um. Let's start with just one and work our way down the wish list, okay?

That bitch fate had a nasty sense of humor.

We are together. That means I don't look at another woman the way I look at you. I don't touch another woman the way I touch you. I don't feel about any woman the way I feel about you. Got it? Don't ever think I'd throw away what we have for a cheap, meaningless fuck. You either trust me, or you don't. So what's it going to be? -Ronin Black

They fight because there's more between them than they understand at their age.

I love you, Caro. I ain't an easy man to love. I'm grateful every damn day that you see past what's on the surface and know the man I am down deep. It's never scared you - even when it's scared me. You give me more happiness and love in one day than I ever thought I'd have in a lifetime. Thank you.

Don't deny you feel it too. There's no goin' back for us, Liberty.

Because as proud as I am of you, I need to do something that makes me proud of myself (Harper)

You are so bossy, Mr.McKay.

Natural ability can only take you so far. Continual improvement is all that matters.

You told me, girlfriend. Will your boyfriend be jealous we're tossing bitchy banter back and forth?

God, she loved this man. She loved his gruff, sweet, thoughtful sides. And his edgy side. She wasn't in love with the perfect Cord McKay she's been fantasizing over forever, but the real flesh and blood man. The real man. Flaws and all.

I'll be waiting for you. As long as it takes, Celia. I love you.

Yeah. But it feels like I've been waitin' for her forever.

Sometimes words aren't necessary.

So suck it up, cream puff, and pour your black heart out, because you know I'm not going anywhere until I either see tears or your gooey marshmallow center.

A dirty and mean sense of humor first thing in the morning. I may learn to like you yet.

I half expected you to whip out your dick and pee on me as you snarled at him and marked your territory.

Umm. Wow. Did it grow? Because it looks bigger."
"Kissin' your red-hot love flower made this stem grow big and hard just for you, baby doll."
AJ managed to meet his eyes. "Love flower?"
"Thought maybe you wanted some kinda sweet-talkin' love words first.

free, white and eighteen. Do what you want to and ignore all them self-righteous

This is exactly what I meant by unfair, Abe. If I woulda brought a guy home and announced, 'He's staying with me in my room,' both you and Hank would've trussed him up and dragged him off Lawson land."

"Not the same thing, Celia."

Her gray eyes narrowed. "Why? Because you both have dicks? Or because you both are dicks?

Why haven't we had sex in six days?"
"Because you have a bullet wound."
She cocked her head. Devin braced himself for the barrage of bullshit she was about to spew. "Last I checked, I didn't get shot in the pussy; I got shot in the arm. And since you're not into armpit fucking, there shouldn't be a problem." Her gaze dropped to his crotch. "Or is there?

Guys. It's three things with you. My dick is bigger than yours, I make more money than you and I can beat the fuck outta you."

Add in I can outdrink you, outdrive you and whip your ass at cards and that's the brain of a man.

Bran grabbed her sleeve, forcing her to look at him. "What in the hell is goin' on with you?" "What is wrong with me? What is wrong with your goats? They're evil! And they're laughing at me! Look at their smug little goat faces! Go on. Look at them!

I love you. Been wantin' to say it to you again. But this is better."
"What?"
"Showin' you that I love you. Every inch of you. Because I know every inch of this beautiful body. I know where to touch you to make you sigh. To make you moan. To make you cry out. This body knows me. It knows my intent every time I'm naked with you. But today I want your heart to know my intent. Because, baby, I want to prove to you that if you give it over to me as easily as you do your body, I'll cherish it.

Lainie blurted, "Hank and Kyle wanna share me. Like, at-the-same-time type of sharing me."
"Holy freakin' shit." Tanna's big gray eyes went comically wide. "They're offering you a threesome? With them?"
...
"Please tell me you said yes, Lainie."
Her gaze flew to Tanna's. "You're not appalled?"
"Hell, no. I'm jealous.

Sometimes letting go was the best option. Not politically correct, but often necessary.

I'd love for every man in this place to know you're mine. That I can kiss you any goddamn time I please.

Your father would never hurt me. Fighting revs him up. I know how to handle him and what he needs.

No. I'm afraid that I'll find out that I don't have any boundaries at all when it comes to you.

Kiss me. I love the way you kiss me. Like I'm the only thing in the world.
When I'm kissin' you, sweetheart you are the only thing in my world

He closed his eyes against the surge of emotion. This is what she meant when she said no one else mattered. She knew the truth about them and it was enough. God. He loved this woman with everything he had.

She'd been lax in her responsibilities as the building owner because her tenants were her friends. Emmylou rented out the left half of the bottom floor space for her massage studio. Chaz rented the tiny center section for his various artistic enterprises. Amery's graphic design business was on the right bottom half and she lived in the loft that spanned the length of the two-story building.

I don't want to always be at odds with you, Liberty.

That I'm gonna have your sweet little body every which way I've fantasized about? Absolutely. That I'm make you forget any other man who's ever touched you? Without apology. That I'm gonna cause your body to sing and sigh and weep with pleasure? Guaranteed. That I'd ever hurt you? No. That I'd ever share you? Bring another lover into our bed? Hell no. Fuck no." His lips were a whisper away; his eyes flashed a dangerous glint. "You're only ever mine. My hands on you. My mouth on you. My cock in you. Understood?

You'll really put yourself in the line of fire for me.

Tell you what. If one of you bests me? I'll let you train." He crossed his arms over his chest. "So which one of you is it gonna be?" "Me," Lotte and Radley said simultaneously. "There can be only one," Deacon said, deadpan. Holy fuck. Knox was about to burst out laughing at Deacon's Highlander reference. This whole thing had headed into farce territory.

Never take for granted your ability to feel something good and laugh.

Handing you control was easier and more freeing than I thought it'd be. I've never done that before.

Don't hide from me, Tanna. I want to help you and in order to do that I need to know everything you're feeling.

You're more than just a job to me.

Dude, he's got that mean, squinty Clint Eastwood stare that's scary as shit.[Bailey]

You actually fucked her? What, did her forked tongue feel exceptionally good on your dick or something? - Keely to Jack after meeting his ex-girlfriend.

The more she stared, the happier his dick was to swell with pride, doing a stellar flagpole imitation.
About a year later, Tierney dragged her gaze away from his groin and looked him in the eye. This is why I was against casual Thursdays. There's always that one person who takes it too far.

Now we do what parents with little kids do. We fall into bed, exhausted, with thoughts of raunchy, hot sex the furthest thing from our minds."
"That'll work. But if you snore, I'm punching you in the nose.

Dammit, mouth, do not engage before brain.

Ronin was lonely. Maybe not always, but often enough that he understood that visceral fear that it might never change.

Why, Jack-off ... You actually have a sense of humor! You should share that playful side more often. Guys really go for it.

I can tell by your eyes. You have very expressive eyes, Amery. Your emotions are right there.

Like everything else he did perfectly, Ronin was a perfect travel partner. Knowledgeable. Attentive. Flexible. Spontaneous. Passionate.

You looking for a firsthand demonstration of my heterosexual prowess, cowgirl? Because I'm more than up for a challenge.

You thought wrong. I'm a new man, bein's I'm in lurve and all. I'm a softer, more understanding man. A kinder, gentler - " Deacon snorted. "Fuck. I couldn't even say that shit with a straight face.

Be smart, be quick, but don't be hasty.

Back off, perv! I have a black belt in taekwondo
and I will fuck you up if you take another step toward
me."
Chase raised his hands in surrender, trying really,
really hard to keep his eyes on hers. "Whoa, there,
crouching tiger. Let's just take this down a notch.

You're about to meet the business end of my shotgun, comin' on McKay land and insulting me and mine.

Her stomach twisted into a vicious knot every time she remembered the phone call from the police last month, after her sweet-natured employee, Molly, had been attacked by homeless guys in downtown Denver. Poor Molly had defined introverted even before the incident; the attack had pushed her further into her shell. So when Molly asked Amery to accompany her to a women's self-defense class, Amery had agreed.

Emmylou kissed her forehead. "Darlin' girl, I'll never make fun of you for that. But if you really want to try waxing the lady taco, I'll do it for you at the studio. Takes, like, ten minutes to heat up the wax tank."
"Since when do you give wax jobs?"
"Since always. Some of the guys who come to me for a massage are apelike hairy. The fur on their backs grosses me out and reminds me why I prefer to eat the banana split rather than the banana.

As long as you let me do my job in public, I'll gladly let you put me in any role you want when the bus door closes.

And if you share that humiliation, there's the chance the person will use it against you at the first opportunity. Or they'll cut you out of their life entirely. So how do you ever trust someone? Without giving them the power to destroy you?

It's hard to have a serious conversation with you when you're wearin' lighted cocks on your head."
AJ defiantly thrust out her chin and the penises bobbled. "We aren't having a conversation. You're give me tough-guy attitude. If you won't acknowledge me in public, you don't have the right to chastise me for anything I do in public or in private. And now you lost the right to do anything to me in private either, bucko."
"Quit bein' so goddamm childish."
Her eyes narrowed to silver slits. "Quit bein' such a goddamn dickhead."
"You're the one with dicks on your head, baby doll."
"Yeah? I can take mine off any old time I please, but you wear your dickhead like a second skin. Or should I say as a second foreskin?

Depends on if this is an ass chewing session or a rational discussion. I've had enough shit flung at me today that I'm feeling like a monkey.