Sarah Castille Quotes

Tell me the truth," he rasps. "Admit it made you hot. It made you wet. You are coiled so tight I could slide my hand down your panties and make you come before you could tell me to stop.

He had been through hell and survived, and his reward had come in the form of a woman who could bend but not break, challenge but not conform, submit but not surrender. Naiya was his. Totally, utterly, and irrevocably. And he would never let her go.

The correct response to a compliment is a thank you

There was something wild beneath the surface that his suit couldn't hide. He had the cocky arrogance of a man who broke the rules with impunity. A man who feared nothing. A very, very dangerous man.

I'm guessing you don't have to share a bathroom at your house,"

I say with the casual tone of someone who isn't waving her half-naked

bottom in the air in front of a hunky, semi-stranger and soon-to-be-

boss. I push myself to my feet and edge my way back to the dresser, this

time keeping my back to the wall.

He snorts a laugh. "No. Nor do I have a back door in my bedroom

or a collection of random people walking around my house.

You may not always want me to protect your body, bella, but I will always protect your heart.

Max attacks Misery with the kind of vigor only reserved for really dirty ovens

He lifts an eyebrow. "Does the friend have a name?" "Mac." "Doesn't suit you. Do you have a different name?

Misery tells me to shut my mouth or he'll shut it for me with something so big, I'll never be able to talk again. I hope it's a big slice of pizza.

He'd forgotten about the beautiful things in life. Soft things. Gentle things. Sights and sounds. Tastes and touches. She was all of them wrapped up in one sweet package.

potatoes off his pants. "Carbs," he moans. "I'm going to gain at least ten pounds.

Arianne moved trembling hands over his shoulders, tangling them in his soft, thick hair. "Is this how you dance?" Jagger jerked her closer, thrusting his knee between her legs, forcing her dress to ride dangerously high. "Sweetheart, this is how I fuck.

When I fuck you the first time, sweetheart," he murmured, nuzzling her neck, "we're gonna need a bed, 'cause I want to take it slow. So slow that by the time I slide my cock inside you, there won't be an inch of your body I haven't claimed. And when I make you come, you'll be so fucking wet and ready, you're gonna scream my name.

What is it?" There is almost nothing I could refuse him at this

very moment. Sex on the picnic bench? Check. Strip off and do the

Macarena on the grass? Check. Crawl under the table and do naughty

things? Not much experience in that department, but…check. Ride off

into the sunset? Double check.

He explains he is going to mount me. Yes! And take a dominant position. Oh, yes!

Learned my lesson. Love isn't worth the pain.

Whatever you need, however you need it, I'll give it to you. If you're sad, I'll comfort you. If you're scared, I'll chase your fears away. If you're drowning, I'll save you.

We are all fighters. It is basic human nature. We strive to get somewhere in life or we fight for survival.

You still don't get it," Dawn ran a hand through her soft, blond curles. "Yes, Jagger would do anything to protect you. But he'll also stand with you. That night Axle crashed my birthday party and you pulled your gun on him, Jagger was beside you. He could have taken over, but he didn't. And that was a hell of a message. You had his support and he would kill anyone who hurt you, but it was your damn show.

You've never met a man like me, a man who can challenge and respect you, a man worthy of a woman like you.

Enough of the damn weakness. He had a woman to protect. A predator to lure. A viper to kill.

Rampage frowns. "If you can't even hear about it, how are you going to watch the fight?" Bucket on head. Facecloth over eyes. Torment has given me lots of options.