Ruthie Knox Quotes

Oh, he was perfect. An orgasm - just for her - and a compliment. She would bottle him and sell him and make her fortune.

He wanted to hold the love tight to himself, protect it from harm, but he knew better now. That wasn't how love worked. You found it, if you were lucky, and you gave it away, and you took whatever came back to you, the good and the bad together.
He would love her right now, and for as long as she let him, and take the consequences.

It's easier to ignore all the bad shit in the light. Distract yourself with work and TV and other people. The dark is just ... bad memories. Bad dreams. I don't like to be left alone with all that.

Was that some kind of romantic declaration, disguised as a filthy pirate sex offer?

You're supposed to show up for your own life

Nice?" he said fiercely. "Nice is a lemonade stand." He withdrew and thrust deep. "Nice is a picnic on the lawn. This is not - nice. You are not a nice woman. You are fucking - sstupefying.

After I left here on Saturday, I decided never to see you again."
He was sliding the frittata under the broiler, so she could only see his profile, but damn if he didn't appear to be smirking.
"I know that, darling. It wounds my pride you won't go out with me, but I can console myself with the knowledge that when you do see me, you can't keep your knickers on for ten minutes running."
She threw her cookie at him, feigning indignation. "You bastard! Are you calling me easy?"
"I like you easy. Besides, you're not to blame. Who'd want to wear wet knickers?

Together a home any more than he had. She'd been familiar, though, and he missed that. At

He was claiming her, marking her with his touch, but she didn't feel possessed so much as she felt protected. Cherished. Wanted. The unaccustomed intimacy of it rendered her fragile, vulnerable as a robin's egg. Somehow with him it was all right. He wouldn't take advantage. City was one of the good guys.

I would use my tongue. First through those pretty knickers, and then when I had you soaking and thrashing round, I'd rip them off and spread your thighs wide and hold you open while I made a banquet of you.

All she'd had to do was remember about Limbo: neither Heaven nor Hell, Limbo was the timeless, colorless eternity spent in between.

Sometimes I can't think of anything but every wrong thing I've ever done.

I promise you, whatever we are together, it's not a mistake. It's too good to be a mistake.

Is he actually good?" Judith asked. "He's incredible." "Sorry, are we talking about the painting or the shagging?" Nev asked. "The painting!" He grinned. "Right.

I want him to have everything, but all he has is me.

Mom had considered Cath a bit of a hoochie, but the truth was that Cath always opened her heart when she opened her legs.

He wouldn't hurt her. Never on purpose. Nev was going to hurt her accidentally, and when he did it would be her own fault.

Cath didn't feel like a mistake to him. She felt like a beginning. A clean canvas, ready to be painted. A gorgeous new idea.

I didn't know you owned clothes with colors."
"I have a few things that aren't black."
"Of course you do, darling. Only all the ones I've seen are very small, and I get to take them off with my teeth. You've trained me to salivate at the sight of color, like one of Pavlov's dogs. Your top is making me very hungry.

I'm a thoroughly respectable woman."
"You don't kiss like one.

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She wasn't quiet. Neither was he. While it lasted, they were as close as two people could be. But afterward, she didn't stay the night.

She was in awe of him, impressed by his lack of fear, smitten with his bee-geekery.

And those noises - " He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she gasped. "K-keep doing that, sweetheart, and I'm going to make this so worth your while.

He traced the shape of the bird, wondering what she could have done to merit writing herself a memo on her body.
"It's a very permanent sort of reminder."
She raised herself up slightly, catching his gaze and holding it. "They were really bad mistakes.

You're not Adam, asshole. You're the snake.

He was a terrible white knight, but she didn't seem to care.

It was easy to love your idea of someone - to fall hard for their very best self. The question was whether, once you had to spend some time living with their worst self, you could bear to be with them anymore.

It's different for you," she said. "You're a man."
"I was beginning to fear you hadn't noticed.

I thought you didn't sit," she said.
The dimple appeared. "The way I've worked it out, this is the closest thing to a first date we're going to get. On a date, I sit."
"This isn't a date. It's a commute.

She wished he weren't so damned fit. Running away was a lot harder when the guy you were fleeing kept in such an excellent shape. -Cath Talarico

Maybe when you loved someone, you just let yourself be you. You let them see you. And you saw them. Maybe that was all there was to it.

They weren't lies but promises, however silently made. He wanted to keep her. She wanted to let him. They both wanted for the wrong reasons.

She could tell the difference between fantasy and reality. If life ever gave her another opportunity to make the choice, she knew which one she would choose.

He kissed her then. He had to kiss her, to try out every way he could move his mouth over hers - hard and soft, deep and reverent - and he had to move his tongue against hers and cup her breast in his hand because he was so fucking grateful and so fucking lost.

I c-can promise it," he said. "It's what I d-do, remember? I m-make magic happen."
Katie smiled. "That's not magic. That's orgasms."
"Same thing.

whereas Allie still had to wear a retainer at night to keep her bottom teeth from collecting like dice in a Yahztee cup.

All of it felt like stolen time, an end rather than a beginning. But he didn't know why, and he didn't know what to do differently.

Give me your phone number?" She smiled, looking down at her lap.
"Sorry. No. It would be a mistake."
"Would it help if I promised not to be?

Like it when she spouted off. I believe that's precisely what he's blamed for.

I'm pretty sure you just kissed me."
"Yes, I did. Shall I apologize?"
"What for?"
"It was terribly impolite. I didn't ask your permission.

Her heart squeezed hard, her inner asshole chastising her, Stupid, stupid, and then it happened all at once. A bright flash of anger - at herself, at every movie and TV show and magazine, every insidious cultural message that had ever told her that her body sucked. It was all a bunch of lies, and she knew that. She knew it. But here she was, letting it ruin everything. Stop

He kissed her like they were too young to know how to kiss yet, all the while sinking into her body and withdrawing, a dirty secret happening below their waists.

How many times did you come last night?" he asked in a low voice. Three.
"I'm not answering that question."
"You don't have to. I remember every one. You like me fine.