Christina Lauren Quotes

Me? I was obsessed with serial killers. More specifically, I was obsessed with the idea of female serial killers. Hear the phrase serial killer, and most of us probably picture a man. It's not surprising - let's be real, men are responsible for at least ninety-two percent of the evil in the world. For centuries, women have been socially programmed to be the nurturers, after all - the protectors, the emotional bridges - so when we hear of a woman who takes life instead of creating it, it's instinctively shocking. ~ Christina Lauren

Catching up on episodes of barefoot contessa? He does fill out an apron quit nicely, I'll admit that. ~ Christina Lauren

He nodded again and I was tempted to tell him the rule of silence: sometimes an awkward silence is actually far less awkward than forced conversation. ~ Christina Lauren

I reach for my bag, pulling out gum, but he quickly moves to me, sliding his hands up my neck to cup my face. "Don't." He leans close, sucking on my mouth the way he seems to like so much. "You taste like me. I taste like you." He bends, licking my tongue, my lips, my teeth. "I like this so much. Let it stay, just for a bit. ~ Christina Lauren

I was terrified of what that meant
but as she took my hand in hers, kissing it softly before entwining our fingers, I realized it didn't matter. I'd passed the point of no return and whether she wanted me or not, I was hers.
"Je suis à toi. ~ Christina Lauren

He closes the door with a determined click, and I hear him call to a flight attendant, and I sink down onto the toilet seat, resting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands as I listen to him through the door.

"I'm sorry to bother you but my wife," he says, and then pauses. With the last word he says, my heart begins to hammer. "The one who now got sick? She's started her... cycle? And I'm wondering if you keep any, or rather if you have... something? You see this all happened a bit fast and she packed in a hurry, and before that we were in Vegas. I have no idea why she came with me but I really really don't want to screw this up. And now she needs something. Can she, uh," he stutters, finally saying simply, "borrow quelque chose?" I cover my mouth as he continues to ramble, and I would given anything in this moment to see the expression of the flight attendant on the other side of this door. "I meant use," he continues. "Not to borrow because I don't think they work that way."

I hear a woman's voice ask, "Do you know if she needs tampons or pads?"

Oh God. Oh God. This can't be happening.

"Um..." I hear him sigh and then say, "I have no idea but I'll give you a hundred dollars to end this conversation and give me both. ~ Christina Lauren

I'm dreaming of impossible things, I said. ~ Christina Lauren

Totally serious. I want to be the only guy who fucks you against windows, and also the first person you see in the morning-from where you lie, having stolen my pillow. I'd also like to be the person who gets you lime Popsicles when you've had bad sushi. We only have a few months left where it's potentially complicated. ~ Christina Lauren

You sure you don't want me to bring you back something?" Her eyes moved in the direction of his office. "A hit man? Some holy water? ~ Christina Lauren

I love you so fucking much, my naughty, sweet Plum. ~ Christina Lauren

Do you want to join me at the park for a run?" "You run?" I asked. "On purpose? ~ Christina Lauren

Well, statistically speaking, that's really saying something. ~ Christina Lauren

And rule two," I said, shaking my head slowly. "Don't ever discuss hymen regeneration over lunch. Or . . . like, ever. ~ Christina Lauren

She was like a fire-cracker standing too close to a match: all potential energy, still wrapped up so neatly. He wanted to watch her explode. Hell, he was the match. He wanted to make her explode. ~ Christina Lauren

I want to love all of my life as much as I love this night. ~ Christina Lauren

I am very clearly the Pigpen to his Schroeder. ~ Christina Lauren

But at the end of the day", she says, and puts her hand outside the open window, letting the wind pass through her fingers, "being myself is enough. I'm enough. ~ Christina Lauren

I love you too, you know."

His kiss turns into a smile. "Yeah?"

"I've probably loved you longer."

A trickster grin. "Probably."

I pinch his splendid ass for that and he growls, pressing into me. ~ Christina Lauren

We never did lose what we found in this room," he said, bending now and kissing my shoulder. "In fact, we turned it into the happiest hate-love of all time. ~ Christina Lauren

Life is built of these little horrible moments and the giant expanses of awesome in between. ~ Christina Lauren

He's the worst, nice to everyone and never fucks up. Always there for his mates, never comes off like an arsehole. He ~ Christina Lauren

After the merch booth has closed, I join the melee, but am nudged to the middle of the mob, and then the back, where I stand on my toes to watch person after person embrace my husband. Jeff's words from our pseudo-poker game rise to the surface of my consciousness and bob there, refusing to be silenced. This is the very definition of being a supporting character. But I don't really mind that I'm this far away - I can still see the smile on his face as bright as a spotlight, and his joy seems to vibrate across the distance. Surely everyone knows what a big deal this must be to him, but I still look at him and remember the subway musician hunched over his guitar, sitting on a narrow stool, guitar case open at his feet. And now here he is, wearing a suit, standing beside Ramón Martín, and getting the praise and adoration of an entire cast and crew. I'm still on the sidelines, but I helped make that happen. ~ Christina Lauren

I missed having her as my intern. I missed bossing her around. I really missed her bossing me around in return. ~ Christina Lauren

Finally, Bennett: 1; Chloe: 0 ~ Christina Lauren

Look, Sara. The way Andrew treated you was unconscionable. We all saw that, and I regret not speaking up on your behalf. But you have the choice to decide how you grow from it. If you're going to think every man is like him, you don't deserve Max. Max isn't that guy. ~ Christina Lauren

I just want to see you come apart.
I wanted to tell her that she was witnessing it now, and in all honesty she'd been watching it happen for weeks. ~ Christina Lauren

What's going on?" I asked, gauging her expression. "Talk to me."
She leaned into me again. "Don't want to talk."
"Sara, I don't mind being your distraction but at least be honest with me aboout it. Something's wrong."
"I'm fine." But she wasn't fine. She wouldn't have come here if she were.
"Bullshit. You're breaking your own rules by even being here. This is better -this is real- but it's also different and I want to know why. ~ Christina Lauren

I've said more nonsex words to Harlow in the past five minutes than I did the entire time she was in Canada, but I'm surprised to find that not only is she easy to talk to, she's fun. "And, my impression of you is ever evolving, now that you aren't just a pretty face in my lap."
"You're one classy motherfucker, Finn."
"This speaking thing does wonders for expanding our horizons. ~ Christina Lauren

His voice is both low and quiet, and it has this hypnotic rhythm to it. I wonder whether someday he'll give sermons with that voice, whether he'll throw down judgement with that voice. ~ Christina Lauren

Calvin clears his throat. "Do you have anything to drink?"

Booze. Right. This is the perfect situation for some booze. I jump up, and he laughs, awkwardly. "I should have thought to get champagne or something."

"You bought the dinner," I remind him. "Obviously the champagne was on my list and I dropped the ball."

Pulling a bottle of vodka from the freezer, I set it on the counter and then realize I have nothing to mix it with. And I finished the last beer the other night.

"I have vodka."

He smiles valiantly. "Straight-up vodka it is."

"It's Stoli."

"Straight-up mediocre vodka it is," he amends with a cheeky wink.

His phone buzzes, and it sets off a weird, giddy reaction in my chest. We both have full lives beyond this apartment, which remain complete mysteries to each other. One difference between us is that Calvin likely doesn't care about my life outside of this. Yet I care intensely about his. Having him here feels like finding the key to unlock a mysterious chest that's been sitting in the corner of my bedroom for a year.

Buzz. Buzz.

Looking up, I meet his eyes. They're wide, almost as if he's not sure whether to answer.

"You can get it," I assure him. "It's okay."

His face darkens with a flush. "I . . . don't think I should."

"It's your phone! Of course it's okay to answer it."

"It's not . . ."

Buzz. Buzz.
Christina Lauren

I don't want you to walk away from me after I tell you I love you. ~ Christina Lauren

He smiled, but kept typing. You're my forever, too. ~ Christina Lauren

You don't need him to like you. Or, you know, know that you continue to exist ~ Christina Lauren

hold her close, tight, in just the way I know she wants. My thumb moves down to press against her throat, not with intent, but just enough to let her know I have her. ~ Christina Lauren

Admissions make feelings intensify simply because they are given space to breathe. Admissions lead to love, and admitting love is like tying yourself to a train track. ~ Christina Lauren

( ... ) loving someone isn't enough, that you must wait until you find your heart. ~ Christina Lauren

Chloe, I'm not kidding. I'm not letting you out of my sight until Christmas." She squinted up at the later afternoon June sun. "Christmas? That sounds a little gimp-in-the-basement for my tastes." "If you're not into that, this relationship might not work after all," I teased. ~ Christina Lauren

Please . . ." "Now let go so you can watch my mouth." "Will," she said, voice shaking. "Yeah?" "After this? Please don't break me. ~ Christina Lauren

I looked around me as if it were possible to collect together the heart I'd nearly spilled all over the grass. ~ Christina Lauren

I'd somehow always expected love to be primarily a mental state, so I still felt unaccustomed to the physical manifestation of my feelings for her: the way my stomach would grow tight, the way my chest would press in, my heart pounding blood hard and fast through my arteries. ~ Christina Lauren

There is a high that comes from live shows, a collective energy in a large group of people all gathered for one reason. The beat slices through the melodies and then drops; the crowd bounces and undulates like ripples of water. ~ Christina Lauren

I won't have you angry with me all day. ~ Christina Lauren

Do you live here now Lola?" Not-Joe asks from behind the counter as I walk past him to the back of the store. "Because if so, I could show you how to run the register so I can go smoke a blunt." "I heard that," Oliver mumbles from across the store. He looks up as I pass and gives me a little smile. There are a thousand words in that tiny expression, and I don't speak the language. ~ Christina Lauren

I'd never wanted to consume another body as rabidly as I did when he was inside me, but even like this, I could never seem to get close enough to the parts of him I wanted to feel. And it was with that thought in my mind that the delicious ratcheting tension along my skin and in my belly crystallized into an ache so heavy I slipped my legs off his shoulders, pulling all of his weight on top of me and pleading, "Please, please, please," over and over. ~ Christina Lauren

Hours may have passed before I heard a throat clear behind us, saw Dad appear. His frame blocked out the sun, casting a cool shadow over where we lay.

I registered only once he was there that I had slowly shifted so I was lying with my head on Elliot's stomach, in our secluded stretch of sand. I pushed to sit up, awkwardly.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Nothing," we said in unison.

I could hear immediately how guilty our joined answer made us sound.

"Really?" Dad asked.

"Really," I answered, but he wasn't looking at me anymore. He and Elliot were having some kind of male Windtalker exchange that included prolonged eye contact, throat clearing, and probably some mysterious form of direct communication between their Y chromosomes.

"We were just reading," Elliot said finally, his voice shifting deeper midway through the sentence. I'm not sure if this sign of his impending manliness was reassuring or damning as far as my dad was concerned.

"Seriously, Dad," I said.

His eyes flickered to mine.

"Okay." Finally he seemed to relax and squatted down next to me. "What are you reading?"

"A Wrinkle in Time."

"Again?"

"It's so good. ~ Christina Lauren

Are you going to sleep in the bed with me?" Jensen shrugged. "I hadn't really gotten that far. If we share a bed . . ." His meaning was clear. "You think if we share a bed, we might have sex." He nodded, studying me. "We might." I could barely move, I was shaking so intensely. "Do you want sex?" I laughed at myself immediately. "I mean, not that we - it's just, tonight when you kissed me, it felt like you weren't just playing." "I fucking love sex," he said in a quiet growl. "Of course I want it. But tonight was complicated, and I don't just have sex with someone on impulse." "God." I let my head fall back against the headboard. "That's incredibly hot, and I don't even know why." "Pippa." I grinned up at him. "Jensen." My heart beat a savage rhythm in my chest as he reached forward, lifting a hand and touching my bottom lip with the tip of his index finger. "Do you like sex?" he whispered. Oh, fuck me. "Yes. ~ Christina Lauren

If you move to the West Coast, I will make a gun out of this," she said, drunkenly brandishing a tiny straw before searching the rest of the cluttered table, "and these peanuts and this glass and shoot you in the dick, Will."
I winced at the visual. "Wow-" I began.
"In the dick, Will. ~ Christina Lauren

I think your mouth is its own Greek god. Tongueseus. ~ Christina Lauren

Limerence.'

There's no other word like it. The state of being infatuated with another person. ~ Christina Lauren

When I signed up for this honeymoon, I had no idea it would involve so much nudity... ~ Christina Lauren

But I knew I wanted to be with him, and he wanted to be with me, too, and also knew what he wanted to do with his life. So, we compromised. He took the job in Des Moines, and it was my responsibility to get a job that would make enough money for what we needed, and that I enjoyed enough. I didn't have to love it, but it didn't matter whether I did, either, because I had him. I kept trying new things, too, and eventually discovered pottery. It's fun, of course, but the most important part is that I didn't feel like my job had to be my everything."

This is what I have to keep reminding myself. Sometimes a job can just be a job. We aren't all going to win the rat race. "I know. ~ Christina Lauren

You broke up with her last night?"
He nods … "You're the love of my life. I assumed I would get over you eventually, but seeing you yesterday?" He shakes his head. "I couldn't go home to someone else and pretend to love her with everything I have. ~ Christina Lauren

It didn't really get easier, per se. Our sadness just got quieter. ~ Christina Lauren

I didn't want to interrupt your Funyunning. ~ Christina Lauren

Screw him and his perfect forearms and cute crooked smile and diva brother.
I'm so tired of wanting to shove him into the wall and then shove my hand down his pants. ~ Christina Lauren

Because the whole British thing you have going on makes me want to do very wicked things to your mouth. ~ Christina Lauren

Chloe, are you in the bathroom fucking that nice slice of man cake? ~ Christina Lauren

But at some point, Bennett had become it for me. As in it it. The One. And it was fucking terrifying. ~ Christina Lauren

She was such a surprising mix of gentle and brash, of focused and flighty. It was almost as if I could see the little girl in her battling with the responsible woman, figuring out which would lead the way. ~ Christina Lauren

Despite what film and music would have women believe, the guys are all hopeless when it comes to the female orgasm. They learn sex from watching porn, where giving the camera a good view is the goal and no one really cares if it works for the girl, because she'll pretend it's awesome regardless. Sex happens up close, and inside, not at camera's length. Guys seem to forget that. ~ Christina Lauren

I just don't want to see you risk everything for a man who may never want the same things. ~ Christina Lauren

And I suspected I'd do almost anything to spend the rest of my life making this woman happy. ~ Christina Lauren

I'm still awake at four in the morning, sitting on my couch, leg jiggling.

Nothing helped me sleep.

Not chamomile, not whiskey, not my favorite pink vibrator, not PBS. ~ Christina Lauren

When I looked up and met her eyes, I lost it. She was staring at me and it was her – Hannah, this girl I saw every morning and fell in love with a little bit more every single time she opened her mouth.
It was so fucking real. ~ Christina Lauren

Beside me, Richie chimed in. "What the ... Max. there's a girl on your face."
Sara pulled back and her eyes widened in realization. "Oh, crap."
"Calm down," I told her quietly. "No one here gives a fuck who we are. They hardly remember my name every week."
"Patently untrue," Richie said. "Your name is Twat."
I tilted my head to him, smiling at Sara. "Like I said. ~ Christina Lauren

When you're coming, you just make unintelligible sounds. But when you're close, you just whisper 'please' over and over, as if I'd ever deny you. ~ Christina Lauren

I'm trying to find a way to say I want it to be more than sex. I have feelings for you that go way past sexual. ~ Christina Lauren

It was clear that Chloe, even down to the last moment, was working something out. Her eyes were closed, her face arranged in a look of concentration as she sifted through her thoughts. Just as clear was the moment she figured it all out. Lifting her head, her eyes moved up the aisle to me, and it was as if time stopped and everything else fell away. I could feel myself smile, then see it reflected in the way her entire face seemed to light up, and I did the only thing I could think. I whispered the words, Come here. ~ Christina Lauren

When I get angry, I cry. It's like the two wires cross in my emotional brain. ~ Christina Lauren

Sometimes it feels like I think about you every minute," he whispered. ~ Christina Lauren

She'd looked out for me when she knew I was broken and lost without Chloe. In contrast, I'd let Sara continue on with a man I knew was unfaithful, all because I felt it wasn't my place to interfere. Where would I be if Sara had done the same? ~ Christina Lauren

But when he kissed me? I didn't feel lost in him the way I get lost in you. ~ Christina Lauren

I always had the impression it was just a job for you."

I hesitate. "I want to do it for Robert. It feels like a chance for me to give back a little."

"Give back?" Davis repeats. "You work there. You don't owe them your virginity."

This makes me laugh. "Right. Unless they have a time turner and can go back to 2008 and Eric Mordito's basement, I think that ship has sailed."

It takes him a few seconds to compute and then, "Gross, Holls. Mordito? Eric and I shared a pottery wheel my sophomore year."

"It's possible you're missing the point ~ Christina Lauren

I barely registered the warmth of her arms around my shoulders the press of her kiss to my neck when I stilled on top of her, or the way she whispered, "Stay on top of me like this forever."
"Don't ever stop being so fucking open," I murmured, pulling my gaze to her face. "Don't stop asking for what you want."
"I won't," she whispered. "I got you tonight, didn't I?"
And just that simply, I was claimed. ~ Christina Lauren

It had been forever since I'd felt like I wanted to take over someone's sexual history, completely overwrite it with my hands and dick and mouth. ~ Christina Lauren

It's so cute how you think everything's about you ~ Christina Lauren

When she sits up, her long dark hair slides over her shoulders, covering her breasts. It's the contrast of the black against her milky skin, the way the ends of her hair just cover her nipples. Now I know why this view of a woman has been drawn a million times. ~ Christina Lauren

Light bursts behind my closed eyes, so intensely I nearly hear the popping sound. It's my brain melting, or my world ending, or maybe we've just been hit by a meteor and this is the rapture and I'm given one last perfect moment before I'm sent to purgatory and he;s sent somewhere much, much better.
It isn't his first kiss - I know that - but it's his first real one. ~ Christina Lauren

Dad knew I couldn't possibly think of mom more. And he wouldn't try to help me think of her less, either. It wouldn't help. Just like holding your breath doesn't change your body's need for oxygen. ~ Christina Lauren

It's the strangest feeling to be proud simply because I'm taking care of me and mine. Is this what it's like to grow up? ~ Christina Lauren

I like when you watch me. I can't think straight when you have those crazy gray eyes on me. ~ Christina Lauren

Is that what this ring means? That I come to your rescue? ~ Christina Lauren

The problem with being in the eye of the storm is you have no sense of how big it really is. ~ Christina Lauren

I wanted to bottle his sounds and eat them later. ~ Christina Lauren

Come in. Sit anywhere but on the bed. Don't look cute, don't get undressed, and don't touch my underwear. ~ Christina Lauren

Come on." He sighed quietly. "You let me fuck you on Saturday, you put my hand beneath your clothes a few minutes ago, and now you won't join me for lunch. Do you always make a point of being so confusing?."
"Max."
"Sara. ~ Christina Lauren

A God worthy of your eternal love wouldn't judge you for who you love while you're here. ~ Christina Lauren

I'm not sure I ever made a woman come with my mouth before I met you," he admits. "I love kissing you there. And I love your ass, it's perfect." With this, I feel his length stir against my stomach as his hands squeeze me. "I like any kind of sex with you, but I prefer being on top of you ... You make missionary feel dirty the way you grab and move under me. ~ Christina Lauren

I've never met anyone like her, as strong-willed as me and yet, just handing me everything, letting me take her apart one touch at a time. ~ Christina Lauren

Her laughter vibrated along my neck and beneath my skin. I'd never heard her make such a goofy, indelicate sound. Another one of her walls I'd penetrated. Victory surged warm and sharp in my chest, and for a brief pulse I wanted to yell out the window that she was letting me in. ~ Christina Lauren

Calvin sits up, jerking his guitar to stand on one thigh. "Mr. Okai." He swallows. "I didn't realize you were standing there."

"My niece tells me your name is Calvin."

Calvin looks between the two of us, working this out. Robert, with his smooth dark skin and meticulously short hair. Me: pale and freckled with a chaotic, weedy bun on top of my head.

Robert reaches out a hand, and Calvin immediately takes it, standing. "Yes. Calvin McLoughlin."

This makes my uncle laugh, and the boom of it eases the line of Calvin's shoulders. "That's a pretty Irish name for someone with such a good tan."

"My mam is Greek," he explains, and then looks back and forth between me and Robert again, as if asking a question of his own.

Robert tilts his head to me, releasing Calvin's hand and saying in turn, "I married her uncle."

Calvin smiles, quietly saying, "Ah. ~ Christina Lauren

I want this to be everything you want it to be." Leaning in, he smiles and says, "I want you to see your dream come to life. ~ Christina Lauren

I think I'd been lost in her the second I pulled the wool cap over her adorably rumpled bed head on our first run. ~ Christina Lauren

This is how we reveal ourselves: these tiny flashes of discomfort, the reactions we can't hide. ~ Christina Lauren

You have very Grace Kelly-like tendencies about you. I hear Grace Kelly had a filthy mouth too," he added.
"You love my filthy mouth."
"True. But I like it better when its full," he said, meaningful smirk in place.
"You know, if you would shut up once in a while you'd be damn near perfect."
"But I'd be a silent panty ripper, which I think is a lot creepier than the angry-boss panty ripper. ~ Christina Lauren

She ran her hands up my chest and cupped my neck, whispering, "Hey."
That look, that tenderness in her eyes, made me realize for the first time what was happening to me: I was falling in love.
"Hey," I rasped, bending to kiss her. ~ Christina Lauren

But if you did, how would you touch me?" she asked, folding the garment neatly before placing it in an open drawer in front of her. I barely had to consider the question before my answer burst forward: "Desperately. ~ Christina Lauren

I wished I'd taken the time to ask around the lab about these Spanx things I had on. From this first experience with them, I decided they were created by Satan, ~ Christina Lauren

I could fucking consume you ~ Christina Lauren

I like when you can't hold back. It's how I always felt with you. ~ Christina Lauren