Norah Wilson Quotes

She'd since called her insurance company, arranged a substitute car, and attended court to make an election for one of her clients. She closed two real estate transactions (as her partner Vince so often said, you gotta make up that Legal Aid and pro bono stuff somewhere), and called her mother, who'd asked if she were still seeing that sartorially-challenged policeman.

I wan to lie beside you and just listen to you breathe. When I've had a shitty day, I want to come home to you and lay my head in your lap and feel your hand on my face.

Patel, the jerk, had gravely presented his diagnosis - syncope resulting from an exaggerated respiratory response, leading to ventilation exceeding metabolic demands, resulting in hemodynamic and chemical changes.

When Tommy'd looked at him blankly, he'd laughed and said, "Relax, Tommy. You hyperventilated and fainted. At least we're pretty sure that's what happened. But we'd like to watch you for a while to rule out cardiogenic causes."

And now, here he lay, confronting the fact that in layman's terms, he'd been scared shitless.

And then - holy mother of God - he smiled at her. A knowing, toe-curling, sex-drenched smile.

If she could give the fiercest storm a corporeal human body, this is what it would look like. Beauty and violence, all rolled up in one gorgeous, terrible package.

Hot and fierce and impossibly arousing, it was like that day in the car outside the motel. Elemental.
Yes, he was angry; she could feel it in his coiled muscles, taste it in the demand of his mouth and the bite of the hand cupping her head. But it didn't matter. Anger was honest. Anger was real. Right now, she'd take it.
Ray's hand raked up under the hem of her loose boxers to squeeze her bottom and she arched into him. Oh, yes, she'd definitely take it!

(Sam) "Wait a minute … there are others like you?"
He offered her his best grin, the one the ladies loved. "Honey, there's no one like me.

Okay, but would you say between us we have the combined IQ of at least a garden slug?

The look he shot her was incredulous in the extreme. "You have a filing system for your shoes?

(Cal) "I was thinking, maybe you'd like a livelier mount, since you're obviously a skilled rider."
She glanced at him sharply. The fact that he'd paid her a compliment sank in her consternation at the thought of a more forceful mount under her. [...]
"Thank you, no. I think I'll stick with slow and steady."
His hooded eyes suddenly took on a sleepy, sensual look. "That's a sensible decision, ma'am. But if you should get a yen for fast and wild, just give me a shout.

She kissed him back with a fervor that betrayed her anxiety, her relief. Rolling her hips, she pressed her breasts into his chest, felt the thudding of his heart against hers. God, if she could crawl into him, it might just be close enough.

Then, suddenly, she was convulsing around him, shimmering, flying apart. Seconds later, he followed, his own release ripping the lid right off his world.
Slowly, like a feather on the breeze, he felt his spirit lilt back and forth until finally it settled to earth again.
Incredible. He'd just had the hottest sex of his life, and he'd had it with his wife of almost five years.

Three things." He shifted the cell phone to his left hand to accept a sheaf of messages a clerk was handing him. He sifted through them quickly. Dammit. A break in his biggest case. Looked like the scumbag's secretary-slash-lover was ready to dish the dirt on her boss. Seeing surveillance photos of said boss renewing his wedding vows with his wife after promising he would divorce her must have done the trick. Quigg suppressed a groan. A month ago, he'd have given his left testicle to nail this guy, but the timing really sucked.

(Danni) "I was kinda busy on the way back, too," she admitted, her face reddening.
Tommy frowned. "I thought you said Dillon was passed out?"
"He was, but Derek wasn't." She grimaced. "I guess he got a little hot and bothered by the action in the back seat and wanted a little for himself."
"Chrissakes," exploded Ray. "Did anyone not get blown on this trip?"
Danni's gaze came up then, her eyes glinting with tears and suppressed anger. "Yeah. Those of us without dicks.

information. But last night, I - " "Burdened?

She blinked at Ray's question, then pulled herself together. "Geoffrey Mann. He's an abstractor. He does title searches at the Record Office. Vince and I both use him. But you'd never meet a more mild-mannered, shy man.

(Aiden) "Sam, honey, I can smell your scent when you're at the other end of your house, on a different floor. I can feel your heartbeat in my head. Your blood … it's in me, Sam, enriched from the meals I cook for you with my own hands. Believe me, baby, I'll know you're there. And I will never hurt you.

He caught her hand. "What do you want from me, Grace?"
That was easy. "Everything." She wanted to touch his chest, but since he held her hand prisoner, she insinuated one leg between his legs, delighting in what it did to his breathing. "I don't want you to hold anything back. I don't want you to be so careful with me all the time."
"Grace…."
"I want you to give me as much as I can take, and then I want you to give me more."
"Like I did last night?"
His voice was rough, laced with self-disgust. God help her, she'd never loved him more.

We had fun, didn't we?" she said, her eyes glinting. "Well, apart from the last bit."
Fun? He remembered burying himself inside her and thinking he'd finally come home. He remembered pillowing his head on her breasts and coming apart in her arms. Fun?
She took a step closer, her body language shouting that she was going to lean over the bed rail and kiss him. A long, bittersweet goodbye kiss, no doubt. Jesus, he couldn't bear it.

dropped the leather satchel beside it. "There you go." He turned to leave, but she called his name. He stopped in the doorway but didn't turn. "You're not going to stay while I go through them?" He turned his head to the side. "So I can see what you packed to start your new life? No, Grace, I think I'll give that a pass." The distressed little sound she made echoing in his ears, he went downstairs, where he lay down on the couch and draped an arm over his eyes. Grace turned back to the bed, looking

Her bathrobe came off with one sweep, exposing her silky skin, fragrant from the bath. Perfect, he marveled, even as part of him wondered when his tastes had changed so radically. Small breasts, boyishly slender hips, long, long legs.
Mine! On that fierce thought, he proceeded to brand her with his mouth.

few days, or even weeks." Weeks. "And now we beg, borrow or steal another vehicle and slip out of town?" "Bingo." Ray flipped the glove compartment open and dug around inside, extracting a flashlight, some maps and a first aid kit. "Though borrowing is out. We don't wanna lead men

You are so beautiful," he breathed. "Watching you come like that … feeling you come like that…. Christ, Nita, I could die happy."
She closed her eyes.
"No, don't baby. Keep your eyes open. I want you to stay with me while we kiss and whisper and f#ck.

I want to marry you because you're the one, Nita. Period." He pinned her with his gaze, fierce and outrageously blue. "I've never felt like this before. I want to lie beside you and just listen to you breathe. When I've had a shitty day, I want to come home to you and lay my head in your lap and feel your hands on my face. And when you've had a shitty day and it feels like one more straw is gonna break your back, I want to be there to carry the load for you. I want you to tell me your darkest fears, and be able to tell you mine.

I look like walking proof evolution has hit a brick wall.

I love you, Gracie." He muttered the words into her neck. "I really, truly, finally love you the way you deserve to be loved." A shaft of sweetness, so poignant it was painful, pierced her. "I love you, too. You're never gonna get rid of me now, Ray Morgan.

It was all she could do to get the words out before he crushed her in a bear hug. Twenty-four hours ago, she might have thought the gesture was intended as much for Ray's benefit as for hers, but she knew better now. This was real. It had to be.

Her tongue was in his mouth, and oh, Jesus, God, she tasted good. Like coffee and brandy and woman. Any thought of resistance fled.
She kissed him endlessly, again and again and again, like she was starving. Like she might never get enough. Like she could eat him alive. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever known.