Melanie Harlow Quotes

We're so lucky to have family like we do."

"We are. And maybe we can even add to it."

Leaning back, I looked at him in surprise. "Did I hear that right?"

He shrugged. "I figure I'm not that old. Might be fun to give the girls a little brother."

"Or sister."

He paused. "Um ... a house with four girls in it?"

Giggling, I kissed his lips. "Five. Don't forget your wife."

He sighed. "We're going to need more space. And I'm going to need a bigger swear jar.

Is it strange?" she asked.
I looked over at her. "Is what strange?"
"Being in bed with someone else."
Returning my eyes to the ceiling, I put my hands behind my head. "Yeah. It is."
She turned onto her side to face me, tucking her hands beneath her cheek. "I'm glad you didn't lie and say it wasn't."
I focused on her again. "I won't lie to you. I promise.

Resisting Nate Pearson, handsome playboy, was one thing.
Resisting Nate Pearson, handsome single dad, was quite another. I wasn't sure I was up to the task.

think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met. I think no one will ever be good enough for you, least of all me, but all I want to do right now is kiss you. Well, that's not all I want to do. But it's a start.

Be a gentleman, Lucas. No tying her up on the first date.

I'm really glad I came in The Beaver last night.

You plucked my virginity from me as easily as a ripe apple from a tree?"
His jaw dropped in mock outrage. "Easy! I had to work hard for that apple! For months I had to pet the tree, kiss the tree, sweet talk the tree--"
…
"It was the most delicious apple I've ever had in my entire life. I've never had one better.

Top Five Reasons (Out of 100) I Am NEVER Coming Out Of This Blanket Fort

Any requests?" he asked.
"Take off your pants."
He grinned at me over his shoulder. "I meant music.

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You're not going to believe this. I can barely believe it." "Go on." I licked my lips. "I met someone." Her squeal was so loud I had to hold the phone away from my ear. "And?" "And I had three orgasms last night." Silence. "Coco?" "I'm sorry, I was in shock. Did you say three?" I smiled. "Yes." "Who is this wizard of O's?" "His

I loved her laugh. It was bubbly and girlish, and it made me want to pick her up, put her in my pocket, and carry her around with me just so I could hear it all the time.

I didn't care if it wasn't real life.
It felt too fucking good to care.

Listen, I don't know what kind of assholes you've been with before, but I promise you, your orgasm will not only make an appearance tonight, it will be the star of the show."
… "Really?"
"Really … In fact, I will venture to say that there may even be an encore or two.

So you were looking for a bathroom in the woods?"
"Well, yes." She swallowed. "Sort of. But then I heard a splash and saw you…" Her cheeks were practically purple now.
I played dumb. "Saw me what?"
"Saw you naked, OK?" she blurted, throwing her hands up. "I admit it - I saw you naked."
I had no hang-ups about nudity, but I was damn serious about my privacy, and about people sneaking up on me. But her embarrassment was funny. The two times I'd seen her before, she'd been so polished and poised. It felt good to put her in her place a little. "So you climbed a tree for a better view, is that it?

Perception is reality, Skylar. I'm surprised you haven't learned that yet.

I don't hate you. I wish I hated you. It would make things easier, it would mean I don't care.

Our eyes meet and I'm transported back to a time when London and I weren't always at each other's throats. A time when we had feelings for each other. Even though we're both aching, there's something keeping us from breaking completely – a trust that even in the deepest pain, we can still come together and offer comfort.

You are a fucking delight, princess. It's like you know the dirty jokes in my head I'm too scared to make in front of you.

The door opened wide and Quinn appeared, holding his hands over his crotch like a fucking fig leaf.
I gasped.
"So," he said, those blue eyes dancing. "Now what?"
Oh my fucking god.
The game of chicken…suddenly involved a cock.

Was it love or cardiac arrest? Fucking hell, did people actually like this feeling? It was horrible!

I loved the way he touched me, like he still couldn't believe I was there and might disappear at any moment. I even loved that he looked at me with sadness in his eyes sometimes, because I knew it meant that he was struggling with things in his mind but letting his heart win.

I saw stars that haven't even been born yet. God,

There's a big middle ground between pedestal and porn.

She kept it all in because she was embarrassed.

Sex without a condom was just a physical symbol of an emotional barricade destroyed.

The question was What if I could make her happy?

Nothing you ask of me is too much.

I think it was less about the finished product for them and more about their faith. The reason they were building it." It may have been an offhand comment, but it made me think about the huge, ridiculous wedding I'd planned for myself, and how mad I'd been that it didn't come off. I should have been thinking more about the reason for the marriage, and less about the wedding. But I'd never felt the kind of devotion to him I should have, nor had strong faith in the relationship. Thank God we didn't get married.

Although, nothing is really lost forever. When a thing is meant to be found, the right person will find it.

I'm really happy to be out with you. I always have fun when we're together."
"Me too." We should fuck.

And loving someone doesn't mean you have to love everything they do. But it does mean you forgive them a little more often, a little more easily.

You're so beautiful, angel. The most beautiful woman I've ever known. That kind of beauty has a strange power over men - it makes us feel strong and yet weak. Protective of it and yet defenseless against it.

Ah, wine. Wine was my friend. Wine understood me. Wine knew that it was entirely possible to be one hundred percent happy for your sisters and also ten percent jealous, because Wine does not care about mathematics.

Behave, princess.

Go down on you? Are you kidding me? In two years, you can count the times on one hand?" Lucas looked appalled. "He had the sweetest pussy in all creation right next to him all that time and he didn't spend his days and nights buried in it?

Stop it, Mia. And don't even look at his crotch right now. Don't do it, don't do it, don't - I did it. I couldn't help myself.

I'm not asking for a promise. I'm asking for a chance. That's all. A chance.

Kissing in the rain is fun, but making out with Lucas in his shower is fucking outstanding.

With a grunt of frustration, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled my lips to his, kissing me hard. "You drive me crazy. Tell me you'll do it forever.

Quinn, don't."
I froze. "Don't?"
Her arms tightened around my waist. "Don't let me go.

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You'd better be upstairs already, Maxim. You'd better be out of sight, asleep, behind a closed door. I can't fight myself anymore tonight. I

Paris can kiss my ass.

I love you. And I want you. But I don't want to live this way - being called a liar and an asshole for the rest of my life because of something stupid I did when I was twenty- two. I don't want every argument we ever have to circle back to it. I'm not that guy anymore, Coco. I'm not perfect, but given the chance, I know I could make you happy. Tell me what to do to get that chance.

His t-shirt hugged the muscles of his arms so tight, I went dry in the mouth and wet in the panties.

There can't be anything between us."
"There's already something between us.

I'm in love with you. And I can't let you get away.

And anyway, it never happened." I bit my lip to keep from laughing. "Nope, it didn't," he said. "Not in a house." "Not with a mouse." "Not in a box.

No matter what lingering issues are between Ian and me, we're not entering any kind of relationship different from what it's been for years.
Hostility and resentment.
Because hate is easier than love. If I hate him and he lets me down, I'm not left disappointed.

You're not in love with him. You're just happy to be here. Really supremely fucking happy. And all hopped up on the fresh air and orgasms.

You might not be a bombshell, but you are definitely a bullet, possibly even a small grenade.

You're right about serious relationships not being all hearts and flowers and orgasms, Jaime. That's falling in love. Over time, it's not that anymore. It takes work. It takes trust and sacrifice and faith in something you can't see. It means sticking the fuck around when you're scared or tempted or angry. It's knowing that someone has your back and will be there at the end of your best days and your worst. It's understanding that you're part of something bigger than yourself, and fighting for it. I know it's rare." I

Just lie back and relax, love." He slid my legs apart, planting a kiss on my left inner thigh, then my right. "Tell me if something feels good and scream all you want.

Dear God, the lists I would need to make-the glorious fucking lists!

It's the strangest feeling – to love someone this way." He slid both hands down the sides of my ribs to the small of my back. "I want to protect you. Cherish you. Worship you." He gripped my ass hard, pulled me tight to him and spoke right in my ear. "But then I want to fuck you so hard it hurts. Take your body. Claim it. Make it mine.

I know I could love you.

The thing about love is that it's irrational and stupid. I work with statistics and analyse hard data – I weigh probabilities and risks, and think in truths and facts.
Truth – Ian broke my heart.
Truth – Ian is the man I've never gotten over.
Fact – Ian is a selfish player who doesn't give a shit about me.
Fact – I want to rip his clothes off and fuck his brains out.

It was incredible how much in life was open to chance, the blind luck of blundering fools - that's why having a plan was always a good idea in my book. As Lucas came back around the corner and smiled at me, I made a plan for tonight. 1. Go up to our room 2. Torture husband with lingerie 3. Have sex Yeah, that was pretty much it. Sometimes simple is good.

Madness. That's what it was. And I could no longer contain it.

Car sex. Crossed. Off. The list.

when you're young, you can't wait to get away from home, and it's only later that you appreciate what your mom - or dad, or whoever raised you - did for you. Only later that you realize you should have listened closer, that you weren't done learning from them, that you still have questions about life.

Sexually, I wanted him six days to Sunday. Sixty-nine days to Sunday, in fact, and I wasn't even a sixty-nine kind of girl. Confession: I was, of course I was. I'd just never acted like it in real life. But I'd do it with Charlie. In a heartbeat. And were there other numbers? I'd do those too.

I did love making lists. They calmed me, made me feel like I was in control, on top of things, sticking to a plan. But all over the floor were crumpled and wadded-up lists with titles like Pooping Your Pants in Public and Other Things That Are ALMOST As Humiliating as This But Not Quite and Not 10, Not 50, but 100 Reasons Why Tucker is a Fucker,

We had another game where he was the doctor making a house call and I was the proper Victorian lady besieged by hysteria (also known as sexual frustration) which could only be relieved by a paroxysm (also known as an orgasm) the doctor brought on with either his hand or my vibrator. (At first Quinn didn't believe me when I told him that this actually happened in history, and that vibrators were, in fact, invented by doctors whose hands were cramping up from flicking sexually frustrated Victorian beans all day long, but I swear to God it's true. Just another one of those fun facts stored up in my brain.)

That's what being in love looks like. I didn't have that, and I wanted it.

But then you found it.

I did, but that doesn't mean you won't. Love isn't a finite thing in the universe. It's not like it gets used up by people who got there first.

I want to taste you all the time, Mia. I want the flavor of you on my tongue every fucking minute of the day. And you know it. You shouldn't tease me by telling me you're not wearing panties when I can't have my mouth on you.

Oh, God, Lucas," I panted frantically. "I'm gonna come..." "I want you to," he growled. "I want you to come on my cock. I want to feel it. Then I'm going to come inside you so hard.

Second chances are not given to make things right, but are given to prove that we could be even better after we fall. Unknown

I don't care what anyone says. I've loved you since the day I met you, and I'll love you until the day I die. And I will never, ever believe it was supposed to be any other way.

Sex and lists. My panties were wet already.

Are you thinking about when I kissed you?"
Her lips part. "No."
I keep walking toward her, waiting for her to stop me. "No? You don't want me to hold you in my arms, press my lips to yours, and remind you how good we fit?" She doesn't move and now we're just a breath apart.
I could kiss her right now.
I could do everything I've wanted to.
But I won't make a fool of myself again.
"No, I don't."
She's lying, but I'll let her have it.
"The next time I kiss you, London Parish, it'll be because you beg me to," I promise her.