Cari Quinn Quotes

I can't stop loving you. If I do that, what will be left of me? ~ Cari Quinn

Do you have some sort of walking disorder? One foot in front of the other. It's real simple. ~ Cari Quinn

He waited for her to say something. Anything. But she only watched him watching her, their equally ragged breathing fighting for dominance. With a flick of his fingers, he slipped beneath the cotton and absorbed the feel of her delicate skin, now way past warm. Past even hot. She burned for him. Skating lower, he brushed her thatch of damp curls. His heartbeat kicked up and that lightheaded sensation overtook him again, stealing his attention from her face for as long as it took him to get control. Then he met her eyes once more before he slid into the steam. ~ Cari Quinn

Oh shit. Was someone about to break into the place he'd broken into first? Fuckers. Didn't they know that breaking and entering was a crime? ~ Cari Quinn

He framed her face between his palms and met her eyes. Everything inside her slid into place, key into lock. Then he lowered his head and took her mouth in a kiss that felt more like oral f#cking than it did an easy mating of lips and tongues. ~ Cari Quinn

She expected an easy kiss. Good, perhaps, but not intense. He seemed like a low-key, moderately passionate person. As she'd been, without the right stimulation.
Without this.
What she got was a glancing blow of lips that soon turned to a furious meshing of mouths and teeth. It wasn't elegant. It was messy and rough and God help her, bordered on dirty. ~ Cari Quinn

I knew there was something special between us, knew it as surely as a lyric that belonged in a song. But as with all good songs, I needed time to figure out the melody and chords. ~ Cari Quinn

Soft. She was so soft, and warm. So giving as she moved with him. Rising to take him in, the covers shrouding her back as she arched.
His lips clasped her nipple and she cried out, her fingernails dragging down his hips. She clamped around him. Squeezing. Taking. Giving more. ~ Cari Quinn

Cory rested his leg on his opposite knee, apparently not concerned about his steel-gray tux. The guy might've stepped off a page in GQ, he was that handsome. In fact, she might've called him the most gorgeous man in the room, if not for the blond, eye-maskless pirate scowling at the head table. He would win that contest, effortlessly. In jeans and a T-shirt. In a flawless tux. Or better yet, completely naked. "You could choose to look at it as a hand, not a handout." "I can take ~ Cari Quinn

[Sam]: " ... The moment your tongue met the head of my c#ck I almost fucking lost it right there. Just looking at you made me so hard."
"Like you are right now?"
The hope in her tone made him smile. "Yes. Believe me, baby, I'm like steel for you and I only have a memory and your sexy voice to guide me. ~ Cari Quinn

You hold my heart. Even when you didn't want it anymore. I waited for you since the beginning of time and no separation will ever keep us apart. ~ Cari Quinn

... You were summer and freedom and everything I hadn't had in so long. Everything I hadn't allowed myself. I'm going to allow myself tonight." He tossed his shirt aside and she glimpsed his broad chest in the flickering light from the portable woodstove she'd noticed out of the corner of her eye. "You're going to be my ocean and I'm going to drown myself in you. ~ Cari Quinn

Trying to get himself back in line, he kissed the inside of her knee. She touched his hair, reaching down to loosen his ponytail like he'd done with hers. She brushed her fingers over the back of his neck, saying more with that one gesture than she could have with a thousand words.I want you. I trust you. I love you. ~ Cari Quinn

His teeth scraped her lower lip as he drew back, his eyes steady on hers. Wildly blue and hot with need, those eyes made her want to believe. I love you, Alexa. You were the only thing worth risking you for. If taking back what I did means I couldn't be there to watch you succees, I wouldn't do it. ~ Cari Quinn

He threaded his hand through her hair, tugging her closer. Her body strained toward him, her breasts all but bursting the buttons of her flannel pajamas. She swallowed the last of the candy cane as he lowered his mouth to hers.
He didn't ravage, as she'd expected. His mouth was soft and warm on hers, and the scrape of his stubbled jaw added to the thrill. She moaned and clung to him, her mind emptying like sand tumbling from a bucket.
Resist? Absolutely not. She wanted this. Him. ~ Cari Quinn

He leaned in and took her mouth with his, snatching away her words and her protests and whittling the moment down to just them. No words, no worries. Just two pairs of lips, two eager tongues and two unsteadily beating hearts that throbbed against each other when she pressed close. ~ Cari Quinn

It always came down to his freaking pride. ~ Cari Quinn

Do you like blowjobs? "Did you just ask me if I like blowjobs?" he asked in a low voice. "I swear that's what it sounded like." "Yes." She folded her hands in front of her and met his gaze head-on. "I haven't given nearly enough of them but I'd like to practice. ~ Cari Quinn

It's been a while and God, you're so sexy I can't even breathe." His voice shook to match the rest of him. "If I f#ck this up, I'll get it right, Ror. I promise. Just bear with me, okay? ~ Cari Quinn

He tugged her over the threshold with his good arm, barely cognizant of her startled squeak before his mouth swooped down to cover hers. She tasted pepperminty, as if she'd been sucking on a candy cane again. He swept his tongue between her lips to taste more of her while her arms locked around his neck. ~ Cari Quinn

Soft strokes and tender words of praise might've made her suspicious but his rough manner helped her to trust him. What she saw was what she got with Jeff Maddox. And what she saw, she liked. A lot. ~ Cari Quinn

There were so many ways he could have answered her snarky question. But sometimes, direct worked best. Leaning forward, he hooked a finger in the waistband of her pants and tugged. She stepped forward without hesitation and met his mouth hungrily.
Well, hello.
[ ... ]
She wound her hands into his hair, arching against him so that her thighs pressed against his. With the added height from her heels, everything lined up perfectly. Center to center, mouth to mouth, heart to heart. ~ Cari Quinn

She didn't own him. Had never owned him, she was only borrowing.
"I'm yours."
Her eyes flew open and he gazed at her without fear and without a lick of hesitancy.
"I've always been yours, Violin Girl. I've just been hoping you would take me. ~ Cari Quinn

Rory,
I used to think home was a place. Four walls with a door. Now I know it's your voice. Your laughter. Waking to your smile against my throat and your breath fluttering over my pulse while I turn you over and bury myself inside you…that's home. That's life and I've never appreciated it more.
~ Sam ~ Cari Quinn

Idly, he (Matt) twirled a lock of her hair. "You think I coerced him the way you obviously believe I do with women?"
"You got him into bed. Not the other way around. Right. That's why he was inside you, ramming away."
"You'll learn, sweetness, that sometimes the one on the bottom isn't any less powerful than the one on top. ~ Cari Quinn

Longing for you is the sweetest anticipation I've ever known. ~ Cari Quinn

… she stepped into him, tipping her face upward until their mouths brushed. Her soft lips heated under his, encouraging him to press his tongue against their parted seam. She made a sound of acquiescence, of excitement. The deeper he slid, the more she made the noise. Almost a purr. Carefully, he reached up to hold her head in his palms, tilting her so he could explore. She tasted like grape bubblegum. Sweet, a little wicked. A lot sexy. ~ Cari Quinn

Karyn reached out to graze his jaw with her thumb, savoring the beginnings of stubble. She'd never seen her ex with stubble. Or with his mouth as deliciously soft and used as Jeff's.
"How'd we end up here?" she asked softly, not expecting an answer.
"Luck," he said, turning his head to kiss her palm. "Blind f#cking luck. ~ Cari Quinn

Deaf and blind to all but her pants and her hazy bluebell eyes as she rocked into bliss, he clenched her hips as if she held his life in her hands.
Like she already held his heart. ~ Cari Quinn

Do you take credit cards? I bet your pony would be worth a ride. ~ Cari Quinn

Jake, she whispered, the hot blast of her exhalation making him groan. He gave in and fisted his hands in her hair.
She opened to him at once, her body melting against his, wilting into his embrace so that it felt like his light pressure on her cheeks was all that held her upright. But her mouth was a hungry thing, her tongue diving in to tangle with his while her arms wound around his shoulders. He slanted his head to plunder her as deeply as he could, ravenous to explore every inch of her mouth.
Forget kissing. They were eating each other alive. ~ Cari Quinn

Of course I couldn't have her. No one could. It was impossible to trap a beam of sunlight. The only thing you could do was enjoy the warmth for as long as it lasted. ~ Cari Quinn

For her sex had always been about a borrowed connection. Wires patched together to make a unit long enough to transmit a message. That shared goal, those stolen moments when nothing else mattered but pleasure. When they ended, so did the link. The electricity faded.
That wouldn't be the case here. ~ Cari Quinn

Either it would save him or be the death of him. ~ Cari Quinn

He (Tristan) ripped his mouth away and raised above her, his expression positively lethal despite his ragged panting. "If I didn't love you, I'd do it and hope to God you got pregnant. Even though it would be stupid for a lot of reasons, I'd do it." He swore and grabbed a fistful of the pillow beside them. "Christ, I can't think when I'm around you. ~ Cari Quinn

Front of an open apartment ~ Cari Quinn

He inched in, slid out. Pumped deeper, pulled away. Just as her frustration swelled to a f#ckingly epic level, he hauled her hips up, dragging her higher before he sank all the way in, filling her so completely she gasped.
Her flesh stretched, unaccustomed to a man after so long. Each thrust stirred her unspeakably. More than just her p#ssy linked with him when he slid into her. A little part of her heart did as well. ~ Cari Quinn

Once the vehicle started moving, she realized she had no idea where she was going.

Wasn't that always the case?

Her phone chimed. Nick.

Where did you go?

Quinn deleted it.

Then she started a new text.

Playing sentry again tonight?

The response text took less than three seconds.

Why? Need rescuing, baby girl?

Quinn smiled.

Now that you mention it, yeah. I do.

Her phone vibrated almost immediately.

What's up?

I'm on a bus, bound for nowhere.

Sweetheart, it's a TRAIN bound for nowhere.

Her heart gave a little squee at the endearment. It meant nothing and everything all at once. She smiled over her phone while she texted back.

Well, I'm on a bus with no destination in mind.

Want me to come get you?

Quinn stopped and stared at the phone. Was this dangerous?

It didn't feel dangerous. Tyler had had ample opportunity to hurt her last night and he hadn't.

When Becca had first told her about finding Chris in the middle of a fight with Tyler and Seth in the parking lot, Quinn's first question had been, "Why?"

She'd never gotten a good answer.

She slid her thumbs across the face of her phone.

Are more taquitos in my future?

Play your cards right and there might be a soda, too.

His texts were teasing, so she wasn't sur ~ Brigid Kemmerer

My heart swells," she mimicked. She snapped out of her caricature, and said sternly, "Woman don't like to be on the receiving end of sarcasm."
"They only like to give it," he drawled. ~ Julia Quinn

Um, what's cooking in that sadistic brain of yours?" Jen asked nervously.
Sally's eyes snapped open. "I was just thinking that maybe if you met someone else then you could get past your furry problem."
"My furry problem? Really? You make it sound like I have abnormal leg hair growth or something." Jen rolled her eyes.
"Look." Sally stopped Jen before she could walk out of the room. "Let's just give it a go. You, me, and Jacque – tonight. We'll get Sorin to take us somewhere where there are going to be guys. Then you can do your thing."
"My thing?" Jen asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Yeah. You know, your thing. The hottie hunting thing."
Jen laughed. "Man, it sounded like such a good idea at the time."
Sally groaned. "Oh, come on, Jen."
Jen interrupted her before Sally could continue. "Don't. Don't do that whiny voice."
"Then say you will go tonight," Sally challenged. "Or are you chicken?"
"You really like living on the edge, don't you, Thelma?"
"Hey, I'm just calling it how I see it. ~ Quinn Loftis

To Trazada's surprise the Generalissimo laughed, a great subterranean rumbling that shook his gigantic frame like an earthquake. 'Remedios, mia pobre Remedios, they are ignorant. They are afraid. They are stupid and superstitious. Why, most of them think that television is witchcraft and that because they are allowed to vote they have control over the government. And they know it is impossible for a woman to make such a thing. They would never believe you.'

("The Generalissimo's Butterfly") ~ Chelsea Quinn Yarbro

So you did get it?" I asked, suddenly babbling. "I wasn't sure. I mean, sometimes we don't get very good reception at school. But I guess you know that, living on a farm and all." Shut up, shut up, shut up .
He smiled slowly. "Hunter, are you nervous?"
"Shut up."
"Are you going to ask me to prom?" he teased.
"Shut up," I repeated, choking on a horrified laugh.
He grinned. "I look pretty good in a tux."
I rolled my eyes, suddenly comfortable again. "And you're so refreshingly modest. ~ Alyxandra Harvey

Hastings is going to go to a half-wit," the duke moaned. "All those years of praying for an heir, and now it's all for ruin. I should have let the title go to my cousin." He turned back to his son, who was sniffling and wiping his eyes, trying to appear strong for his father. "I can't even look at him," he gasped. "I can't even bear to look at him." And with that, the duke stalked out of the room.
Nurse Hopkins hugged the boy close. "You're not an idiot," she whispered fiercely. "You're the smartest little boy I know. And if anyone can learn to talk properly, I know it's you."
Simon turned into her warm embrace and sobbed.
"We'll show him," Nurse vowed. "He'll eat his words if it's the last thing I do. ~ Julia Quinn

Too late, buddy boy. I barked. a weird thought- something about me being too late as well- almost took shape in my mind and then vanished. I've got the kind of mind that's on my side. ~ Spencer Quinn

Jen put her hands on her hips and pinned Sally with the famous 'you're going to spit it out or I'm going to rip it out of you' look. "You talked?" Jen asked sarcastically. "Sally," she cleared her throat then continued, "you have a mate. A guaranteed husband. A sure thing. Not to mention he's hot, funny, sweet, and he has a dimple. You talked?" She repeated. This time Jen's voice was skeptical. Before Sally could defend herself, however, her door opened slowly, calculatingly.
"I know you weren't describing me Jennifer. So who is this male who has caught your eye so descriptively? Please do tell, so that I can rip him to pieces." Decebel's power filled the room and Sally took an involuntary step away from the very angry Alpha. ~ Quinn Loftis

I want certainties, not endless indefinites. ~ Kate Karyus Quinn

The dark-haired stranger's head snapped around. "Daphne? Did he say Daphne?"
She drew back, unnerved by his direct question and the rather intense look in his eyes. "Yes."
"Your name is Daphne?"
Now she was beginning to wonder if he was an idiot. "Yes."
He groaned. "Not Daphne Bridgerton."
Her face slid into a puzzled frown. "The very one."
Simon staggered back a step. He suddenly felt physically ill, as his brain finally processed the fact that she had thick, chestnut hair.
The famous Bridgerton hair. Not to mention the Bridgerton nose, and cheekbones, and - Bugger it all, this was Anthony's sister!
Bloody hell.
There were rules among friends, commandments, really, and the most important one was Thou Shalt Not Lust After Thy Friend's Sister.
While he stood there, probably staring at her like a complete idiot, she planted her hands on her hips, and demanded, "And who are you?"
"Simon Basset," he muttered.
"The duke?" she squeaked.
He nodded grimly.
"Oh, dear. ~ Julia Quinn

You may have bipolar disorder, but it does not have you. It cannot have you because I have claimed you and I don't share. ~ Quinn Loftis

Miss Bridgerton," he said, "the devil himself couldn't scare you."

She forced her eyes to meet his. "That's not a compliment, is it?"

He lifted her hand to his lips, brushing a feather-light kiss across her knuckles. "You'll have to figure that out for yourself," he murmured.

To all who observed, he was the soul of propriety, but Hyacinth caught the daring gleam in his eye, and she felt the breath leave her body as tingles of electricity rushed across her skin. Her lips parted, but she had nothing to say, not a single word. There was nothing but air, and even that seemed in short supply.

And then he straightened as if nothing had happened and said, "Do let me know what you decide."

She just stared at him.

"About the compliment," he added. "I am sure you will wish to let me know how I feel about you."

Her mouth fell open.

He smiled. Broadly. "Speechless, even. I'm to be commended."

"You - "

"No. No," he said, lifting one hand in the air and pointing toward her as if what he really wanted to do was place his finger on her lips and shush her. "Don't ruin it. The moment is too rare. ~ Julia Quinn

Trace Corbin should come with a warning label: highly addictive. ~ Caisey Quinn

Eloiseis getting married as well."
"Eloise?" Michael asked with some surprise. "Was she even being courted by anyone?"
"No," Francesca said, quickly flipping to the third sheet of her mother‟s letter. "It‟s someone she‟s never met."
"Well, I imagine she‟s met him now," Michael said in a dry voice. ~ Julia Quinn

Belle had a feeling that someone had hurt this man very badly in the past. That didn't, however, mean that she would allow him to abuse her in turn. ~ Julia Quinn

She was in big trouble now.
"You stupid man," she said to the body on the floor. "Why did you have to lunge at me like that? Why couldn't you have left well enough alone? I told your father I wasn't going to marry you. I told him I wouldn't marry you if you were the last idiot in Britain."
She nearly stamped her foot in frustration. Why was it her words never came out quite the way she
intended them to?
"What I meant to say was that you are an idiot," she said to Percy, who, not
surprisingly, didn't respond, "and that I wouldn't marry you if you were the last man in Britain, and- Oh, blast. What am I doing talking to you, anyway? You're quite dead. ~ Julia Quinn

Motioned for her to follow. "Uh-hu and so if Katie Peri's E.T. suddenly started playing, you wouldn't have the sudden urge to de-robe?" "Urge, yes," Jen admitted. "I mean, come on, the song has a sick beat. ~ Quinn Loftis

Jen, get a clue and read Wadim's shirt." Jacque told her dryly.
Jen looked over at Wadim who, oh so helpfully, pulled his shirt out so that she could read it.
In black bold letters it said, "No really, I'm a werewolf and you're a human, which essentially translates into a steak with legs."
"Are you implying that Wadmin's going to eat me, cause I don't know how Dec would feel about that. ~ Quinn Loftis

Peri suddenly appeared right next to her. She grabbed Jen's arm, gave Decebel the finger, and the flashed out of the room. ~ Quinn Loftis

You have to make them laugh and then make them listen. ~ Aidan Quinn

Billie turned back to Geroge. "He's an idiot."
He held up his hands. "You will find no argument here."
"The plight of the younger son," Andrew said with a sigh.
Billie rolled her eyes, tipping he read toward Andrew as she said to George, "Don't encourage him."
"To be ganged up upon," Andrew went on, "never respected..."
George crane his neck, trying to read the title of Billie's book. "What are you reading?"
"And," Andrew continued, "apparently ignored as well. ~ Julia Quinn

Children," Lady Bridgerton said with a sigh as she retook her seat. "I am never quite certain if I'm glad I had them. ~ Julia Quinn

I don't know how people live without coffee, I really don't. ~ Martha Quinn

This was killing her. She had to break the silence. This was not natural. It was too awful. People were
meant to talk. ~ Julia Quinn

We can't see in the dark. There is nothing to light the way, so we stumble. We grope around hoping to find our way safe and sound. But there is nothing to grasp onto, and in the dark we can't see those who could help us. ~ Quinn Loftis

The only place you'll be escorting me is to the vet so you can have the foot I'm going to shove up your behind removed!
-Jennifer to Decebel ~ Quinn Loftis

No, Belle needed him. He had to save her from a disastrous marriage. And then, he supposed, he'd simply marry her himself.
John wasn't unaware that he was about to pull one of the greatest about-faces in history. He could only hope that Belle would understand that he had realized she'd had been right all along. People made mistakes, didn't they? After all, he wasn't some infallible storybook hero. ~ Julia Quinn

I've lived an amazing life. There's no reason to focus on the bad. They teach you that in racing school. Keep your eye where you want your front tire to be. You don't want to be stuck in the rut? Then don't look at the rut. Always look at where you want to go. ~ Francesco Quinn

Can I get you anything?" I couldn't remember if the Amrita family drank human blood or animal blood.
"I'm just hiding out from my little sisters. They giggle." She tilted her head. "Where are all your famous brothers?"
"Around."
She rolled her eyes. "Are they as insufferable as mine?"
I rolled my eyes back. "Worse."
She looked unconvinced. "I only have the one," she pointed out. "My family has daughters the way yours has sons. His rarity has made Haridas's head roughly the size of a hot-air balloon."
I had to grin. "I have seven of those."
"Seven what?" Quinn interrupted, leaning in the doorway. "Seven heroically patient big brothers of which I am the obvious favorite?"
"Something like that," I allowed. "You know, if you replace 'brother' with 'baboon'? ~ Alyxandra Harvey

I have thoroughly compromised your niece," Alex declared. "Will you plase insist that she marry me?"
Caroline didn't bat an eyelash. "This", she announced, "is most peculiar. ~ Julia Quinn

It is better to be feared than loved. - MACHIAVELLI ~ Kate Quinn