Sibylla Matilde Quotes

Michelle, who was never one to mope around and mince words, had told her to 'take a concrete pill and harden the fuck up' because nobody had it easy.

Zeus was kind of a sneaky bastard and was always morphing into other creatures to get it on with the ladies...

She nuzzled his chest as his fingertips combed through the wavy tendrils of her hair. The gentle motion lulled her eyes closed and drew a deep yawn from her tired body. "This," she murmured sleepily, "being here with you like this, it's a lovely escape, too."

Ronin kissed her forehead in agreement, momentarily tightening his hold on her. "That it is, honey," he breathed as she drifted off to sleep. "That it is…

His hand grazed her inner thigh as he shifted the manual transmission into reverse, and this lightest of touches sent a shiver through Devin. "Cold?" he asked, backing the pickup away from the trees to turn around. "You can turn on the heat if you'd like."

Devin shook her head. "I'm fine," she said in a quiet, breathy voice that she couldn't quite control.

The tone caught Ronin's attention, and he gave her a long look before shifting back into first gear. Again, his fingertips grazed her soft skin, and her breath caught again.

Ronin's eyes fell shut for a moment. "Damn, honey," he whispered.

Jesus, honey," he muttered. "How can I say no to you?

As her eyes drifted closed and sleep overcame her, she saw Ronin in the stars. A warrior. A saint. A savior.

He should tell her.
He should leave.
He really should leave.
But he didn't… he couldn't.

Rhys?" Shea murmured again against his lips.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" he asked back.

"When we get there - when you fuck me," she pulled hard on his tie, "I want you to wear the suit.

There was something about Ronin, being so close with her face pressed against the soft flannel covering his chest. There was something about the way his heartbeat and his breathing echoed through his body, the slight movement of him slowly chewing his gum. Her senses began to relax, and her feelings shifted from the humiliation of her abasement. The warmth of Ronin's body began to soothe her misery. For a little while, she began to feel… safe.

He told me I was breathtaking. He told me I was brave. He told me I was his.

Don't be scared, buddy. Clowns are scary...Rhys, not so much.

Gotta concentrate, honey," he smiled, then glanced at her with a wink. "And you looking at me the way you're looking at me really is not helping.

Ronin had tried desperately to be smart about it all. He really, really tried. He knew she was absolutely plowed. He knew she would probably hate him in the morning. He knew with every fiber of his should that giving into the passion she evoked was a bad idea.

But good God, he wanted her.

...she pressed her face up against his neck, smelling the warmth of his skin. She inhaled the scent of soap and fresh air and… Ronin. Her eyes drifted shut and, just for a moment, she pretended this was real.

At that moment, Ronin stepped back into the living room, clothed, thank God. Well, mostly. Kneeling on the floor before him, Devin watched him fascinated as he fastened the buttons of his plaid flannel shirt, thankfully covering that fucking beautiful chest. He left the top two buttons at his neck open. Frozen, she stared as his hands slipped down to tuck the shirt into his jeans before he fastened the fly and buckled his belt. Her fingers itched as she imagined the warmth and hardness of his hips, the deep contour of muscle low on his stomach.

Ooooohhhhh!

All her focus was on the burning want Ronin was evoking in her as he pressed her back up against a pine. The rough bark sharply poked its way through her light jacket, digging into her skin, and the odd pain pushed her to increase the force of her kiss as she clawed at his back. His grip on her ass tightened, and Ronin groaned down her throat.

Well, it would appear it wasn't a lack of sex that made you so grouchy before.

I wanted to forget you, too," Sage said morosely. "Even now, I still do. With you right here in front of me. Even after last night. It still hurts to think about when you left. How it felt to be so alone. How much I don't want to care about you anymore.

Fuck, honey. You taste so good. We taste so good together...

As Rhys closed his eyes, he saw those stunning hazel eyes, those full lips, that long tumble of dark, coppery curls, and, last but not least, that tight little body that made his fingers itch to touch her.

How did it feel, Fliss? Knowing I was watching that little tosser taste you? Knowing I was watching when you wrapped your lips around the that Sam bloke's cock?

The crunch of tires in the deep snow outside could be heard through the heavy cabin walls, and she followed Wolfie to see who was there. Rhys.

Shit.

Yay.

No, shit.

Really.....shit.

You want me in there so badly, don't you?

Don't pull back," she whispered a hair's breadth from his lips. "I need this. I need…" The words evaporated in her throat as she focused on his lips, so she simply touched them with her own. Softly, slowly, she kissed him. For a moment, she feared he would push her away. And then his mouth moved faintly against hers. His tongue grazed her lips, and he turned his head to deepen the kiss. For the first time in forever, everything felt so incredibly right.

"You," she exhaled into his mouth. "I need… you.

Well, now I need you to kiss me. Make out with me. Otherwise she'll know I was full of shit and start hittin' on me again."

"You want me to slut it up with you so you don't look like an asshole to some little ho-bag you're trying not to nail? You know, Ronin, you could just tell her you're not interested."

"I like my way better," he grinned.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to hide. I wanted to drink. I wanted to... wrap my arms around him and never let go. My pulse felt erratic, and my thoughts jumbled around in my brain. I felt like a hyperactive, bipolar schizophrenic on crack.

I was a fuckhead for suggesting it, but I wasn't quite ready to leave her all alone yet. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I just wanted a little more time while she sorta kinda needed me.

There's only one woman in this town that has kept me awake at night.

...he softly touched his lips to hers. Sweetly. Innocently.

"Ronin," she drew in a short, stilted breath. The ache in her body was reaching a tortuous level.

"I know. I'm sorry." Ronin studied her closely before he softly said, "Had to.

Jesus, Denny." she muttered, "I felt like fucking Yoko Ono.

He brought me flowers. Again. Maybe totally cliche, but I loved it just as much this time as I had the last. More, really, because this time he knew how much it would mean to me. And he'd shared with me what it meant to him.

Sweetheart," he breathed into her mouth, "I've never felt anything quite like this… so hot and sweet and wet like you.

The things you do to me… you have no idea. You fight it, although I can see that you want to give in. You put up a good front. But, when I'm deep inside you and you finally let go, it is so beautiful to see you come apart. Hottest fucking thing I've ever seen.

Here, honey," he said quietly, handing her the panties he'd untangled from her dress. "I'll be good, but it might not be a bad idea to put these back on.

Fuck sleep. I need you way more than I need sleep.

This is Ireland, Fliss. We've got about every type of potato dish in existence. We've got hash browns.

We were nothing special. We were never meant to last. We're friends, remember? Nothing more.

I'll fight for you, even if it means fighting you for you.

Yep, that's really only just a little white towel.

A part of him that was still lost in the mountains around Snowcreek, Montana.

There was a time I would have totally agreed with this," she said softly. "You can be a real wanker sometimes.

It's kind of romantic with unrequited love. A big, strong, sexy hero. A fight to the death." She sighed wistfully. Slowly and thoughtfully, she traced his strong jaw with her fingertip. "You'd make a good Orion," she murmured absentmindedly.

Ronin raised an eyebrow, and, realizing that she'd said that out loud, she buried her face in his shoulder.

"Umm… shit…" she whispered. "It's getting pretty late and I have to work tomorrow. I should probably, um… yeah."

Neither of them spoke after that, both lost in their own thoughts. Devin contemplated the need to work on her verbal filter, rather mortified by her offhanded Orion comment. But, honestly, Ronin was exactly how she pictured Orion when she was a little girl. Big and stoic, muscular with a strong jaw, a fierce build. A mighty Greek hero.

Every time I kissed you, every time you trembled at my touch, I knew. And every time you pulled away… fuck, I thought I was dying.

Friends. Just friends. Baseball... baseball...