Tiffany Snow Quotes

Are we going to do this now, brother?" Kade asked, his voice deceptively smooth, though Blane could see a flicker of fear in his eyes. Kade's hold tightened on Kathleen, as though he was afraid that Blane would take her from him.
"You mean talk about the elephant in the room?" Blane said dryly, cocking an eyebrow.
"She'd get pretty pissed off if she heard you call her an elephant.

It was bad enough that he couldn't seem to get the image of her out of his mind, He didn't need to add et skin and a barely there towel to the gallery.

What'd he say?" she asked.
"He kissed me."
She whistled. "Gotta like his style, girl.

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It means you're beautiful. Desirable. That I can't keep my
hands off you any more than I can tell my heart to stop beating. It means I listen for your voice when I know you're near and love it when I can smell your perfume on my clothes at the end of the day.

It would be too easy to become infatuated with a man like him, and also decidedly unwise considering the female debris left in his wake.

You have to tell him 'go toodles, Bits, go toodles for momma,'" I said, pitching my voice high in imitation, "or else he won't go." Blane looked at me. "I'm not doing that," he said flatly. "But then he'll go on the bed," I protested. "How about I just point my gun at him," he deadpanned.

Before she could think, he bent his head and was kissing her, only this wasn't anything like the chaste kiss she'd gave him. His mouth slanted across hers, demanding her response. Soft and warm, his tongue brushed against the tender skin. With a sigh, Clarissa parted her lips and he quickly took advantage, deepening their kiss.
His hand cupped the back of her head and his fingers tangled in her hair, while his other arm around her waist locked her against him. Clarissa twined her arms around his neck and felt the cold wall of the house at her back as he pressed her into it.
Her pulse raced as their kiss became even more heated, each second that passed marking time they didn't have. Langston's tongue stroked hers in a dance that set fire to her blood. The shadow of whiskers on his face softly abraded her skin. His hair was silky, and she couldn't resist from pushing her fingers into the thick strands, which he must have liked, judging by the masculine groan that met her ears.
When he finally lifted his head, both of them were breathing hard.

His lips twitched at my defiance. He moved his face even nearer to mine, our lips inches apart.
"You feel that?" he nearly whispered, his voice low and intent. "You feel that rage inside? Burning hot in the pit of your stomach?"
Confused, I hesitantly nodded. What was he doing?
"That's what's going to keep you alive, " he said. "Hold on to it. Fear will only sign your death warrant. Stay mad, princess.

It's been six weeks. If Blane hasn't sealed the deal by now, its open season.

Neither Blane nor I are your happily-ever-after princess. Blane will break your heart, and I'm the guy your mom warned you about. Don't kid yourself about that.

I looked in your eyes and saw my perfect match. You're every good thing I've ever dreamed my husband would be. I never knew who and what I could be, until I met you. You see the very heart of me. It beats only for you, and always will.

Better be alive and wrong than dead and right. He had no choice but to be suspicious.

I've heard of barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, but I think I like this better.

We're all products of our past," Devon said. "What we choose to do with it is our decision, no one else's. You can choose to be damaged, fragile. Or you can choose to be more than the broken elements of your psyche. Fire tempers steel. Pain tempers character.

Stop saying things like that! You can't ... tell me all of that and then walk off like it's no big deal! You're killing me ... Offer me something or offer me nothing,
but stop trying to play both sides.

They had a lot of rules that got in the way," Kade said dismissively.
"Those are called laws, Kade," Bland said stiffly.
"Whatever they are," Kade continued unperturbed, "I decided I would enjoy myself more as a ... freelancer."
"Vigilante, you mean," Blane clarified.
"You say tomato ... " Kade sighed in mock frustration.

It was the guys who'd been bullied and roughed up for being the smallest in the class. Those guys had learned early how to fight tooth-and-nail, how to survive through any means necessary. And Kade should know. He'd been one of them. They grew up to be more dangerous than any of the bullies.

A vigilante masquarading as Robin Hood? Or jus a talented thief with a taste fot the absurd?

Sooner or later, you'll choose," he whispered. "You'll want one of us more than you don't want to hurt the other. And you'll choose. I want to be the one you can't live without.

He was an FBI agent. She was a wanted fugitive. To think the would be together was like saying maybe a shark could go vegetarian. It just wasn't going to happen.

He wa so difficult to read, it was frustrating. His thoughts and emotions always seemed to be kept very carefully under wraps. Whereas I felt like I was an open book.

I'd never driven a Porsche in my life and it made me nervous to drive one now, but I realized I could get used to driving a luxury sports car pretty darn quick. I really should have been born into royalty.

It wasn't really a date," I said. "Just dinner."
"Did he pay?"
"Yes."
"Did he kiss you?"
A bit of a hesitation this time. "Yes."
"Then it was a date.

You choose to stay with me, them I'm going to fuck you." My jaw dropped. "What?" "You heard me. That's the only reason I keep you around, I mean, come on, princess," he continued derisively, "you're more of a liability than an asset in this line of work. But having an easy lay within reach is convenient." It's just a matter of time before you spread your legs for me." ... "Blane doesn't have to know," he said, his hand cupping my breast through my thin t-shirt. "I'll fuck you, then you can back to him, and only you and I will know he got my sloppy seconds.

Where did the three of them go from here? Blane couldn't say. All he knew was that he loved Kade and Kathleen beyond anyone and anything else - and he'd do whatever he had to in order to see them both happy. If that cost him Kat forever, so be it, but he wasn't going to give up until he heard it from her own mouth that they were over. She loved Kade, but she loved him, too, which meant he still had a chance.

Here, you drive," Erik said.
"What? Why?"
"In case we do have to start shooting; I have a badge and you don't," he explained.
"Fine. But for the record, I'm a better shot than you are."
"For your information, I was the youngest kid awarded the rifle shooting merit badge in my troop," Erik said, holding the wheel as she climbed across him.
"Is that supposed to impress me?"
"Just enough to get you back into my bed." She took over the gas pedal and Erik slid out from underneath her.
"It takes more than fancy shooting," she said loftily, making a sharp turn.
Erik was thrown against the door. "Would you warn me before you do that?"
"It's a car chase!

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Four inches
The difference between life and death for you tonight was four inches.

How do you live with a regret so deep it cuts through every part of you?

So what do you do for sex? Just one-night stands? Or do you play a lot of five-on-one?
Clarissa