Military Romantic Suspense Quotes

He'd told her she was his. That he was jealous and he wasn't sharing her. Where the hell had that come from?
He didn't know, but as she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his abdomen, he knew he'd spoken the truth. He was jealous. Completely and utterly, and it twisted him up inside to realize it. ~ Lynn Raye Harris

He traced her arched eyebrow. "Every morning when I wake up with you at my side, you're more beautiful than yesterday. ~ Lindsay McKenna

Is it weird that I think it's hot when you boss me around?"
Her gaze snapped up to his, her blue eyes darkening with unmistakable hunger....
"I can take bossing you around to a whole other level if you'd like," she murmured. ~ Katie Reus

She lost the ability to process anything as he quickly divested himself of his pants – and she discovered he went commando. Oh, sweet flying puppies.
He. Went. Commando. ~ Katie Reus

Never run after a man or a bus, there's always another one in five minutes. ~ Cherry Adair

He felt like a damn Thanksgiving feast, sprawled there on the bed while she ate him up with her smoldering gaze. He could tell she like everything she saw, especially when her fingers circled his erection and she let out a soft sigh.
"This really isn't fair," he choked out. "I was trying to be a gentleman, and you've ruined everything. ~ Elle Kennedy

She lost herself in the kiss, moving her body against his, her excitement rising, the tension inside her spinning tighter and tighter. ~ Lynn Raye Harris

I want to wake up and see your face every morning – I want to bury my face between your legs more mornings than not. ~ Katie Reus

Austin?" she whispered, not sure what to do.
He turned to her and pulled her into his arms. Her mouth opened in surprise and the next thing she knew, he was kissing her. His mouth was warm against here. At first, she was too stunned to react. But after a moment, she put her arms around his neck and lost herself in the kiss.
As the headlights of the sheriff's car washed over them, the golden glow seemed to warm the night because she no longer felt cold. She let out a small helpless moan as Austin deepened the kiss, drawing her even closer.
As the sheriff's card went on past, she felt a pang of regret. Slowly, Austin drew back a little. His gaze locked with hers, and for a moment they stood like that, their quickened warm breaths coming out in white clouds.
"Sorry."
She shook her head. She wasn't sorry. She felt...light-headed, happy, as if helium filled. She thought she might drift off into the night if he let go of her. ~ B. J. Daniels

As much as I'm turned on by your buff, sexy body pressing against mine, if you could please roll off of me, I'll get my guns. ~ Alexa Grace

One day he'd learn all her secrets… ~ Katie Reus

My name's Asher," he rumbled in that deep voice and she realized she'd been blatantly staring.
"I'm Ella." And she wasn't going anywhere, she realized. Not until she got a taste of this sexy male. Something told her one taste wouldn't be nearly enough. ~ Savannah Stuart

Something was in her mouth. Sami's tongue slid along the edges of something plastic. Flat, low ridges, holes-an adjustable strap. A baseball cap?

Another taste. Hair spray. Gross.

Someone had stuffed her baseball cap in her mouth, and from the feel of it they had taped it in place. Her arms were tied behind her and she lay face down on the floor-of what? Her car. The carpeting scraped her cheek every time they hit a bump.

Panic flooded Sami's senses. She came instantly awake. Inhaling deeply through her nose, she willed herself to calm down. Her working motto flashed through her brain, panic never accomplished anything. Of course she had never been kidnapped and tied up before.

In the dim light of passing cars, she glimpsed things-paper gum wrappers, an old straw, one whopper wrapper, a CD cover.

That's where Sting went. Been looking for that for days. Man did she need to vacuum this car out.

A metallic scent hit her nose. She'd recognize that smell until the day she died. Blood. And by the odor, someone had lost a great deal of it. ~ Suzanne Ferrell

Get off me, Bran!" she howled, her sweet breath brushing his lips when she turned her head to look at him. "If you get yourself killed bein' all heroic and brave, I swear on my granddaddy's grave, I'll murder you! ~ Julie Ann Walker

This is going to work. I feel it. ~ Katie Reus

Nora sobered and turned back to the windows, her breath fogging the glass. "We may as well lay some ground rules if we're going to be stuck here for a few days."
"Okay."
"You can keep the bed, I prefer the sofa. I don't cook. I'm not a maid, so pick up after yourself. You can eat whatever you can find in the kitchen, but I'll warn you, I don't keep much. I prefer my privacy, so you'll have to occupy yourself. Any questions?
"Only one."
She turned to face him.
"What are you hiding from? ~ Jennifer Lowery

She didn't know Matt had followed her until he grabbed her shoulder, halting her headlong rush to nowhere. He turned her into his arms, pulled her against his chest, crushed her mouth in a searing kiss.
"Shane," he said when he raised his head from hers. "I love you. I love you."
Her heart opened and the wall inside her trembled as she clung to him. "Burn me up, Matt," she said, her voice a ragged whisper. "Burn it away. Please, please, burn it all away."
She heard him growl deep in his throat and he lifted her into his arms in one swift movement.
As he carried her back across the parking lot and through the door of her room, she rained kisses on his neck and the hard line of his jaw. His skin was warm and damp and tasted of salt and desire. ~ Jane Taylor Starwood

Death stalked her baby, and she had no bullets to protect him. ~ DiAnn Mills

Hanson got to sleep with you, and I didn't," he said, his own jaw a little tight. "So I stole his car. ~ Tara Janzen

I can't take any more of being careful around her. I want her. Not just for now, but for always. - HEW ~ Michelle Warren

Speechless and very nearly panting, she fell back against the wall with a thump, knowing that if she lived to be ninety, she would still carry the searing mark of that kiss on her soul.
"At last," he murmured. "A way to shut you up." Christovao Santos (Chris), Sanctuary ~ Sharon K. Garner

Not shy at all. I just don't think this is the time or place to remind you how beautiful you looked on your knees in that little curtained alcove, sucking me off and daring me not to make a sound. Ah, see there ya go, shuttering those eyes as if I said something distasteful. You asked, Detective, however if you insist on responding to my memories so harshly I'll keep them to myself. ~ Jessie G.

As Ian popped the lock and opened the car door, he turned to Phoebe. "Can you do me a favour?"
She immediately stepped toward him, fully embracing their new mature relationship. "Of course."
Ian looked pointedly over his own shoulder and said, "Tell me the truth. Does this car make my glowing ass look fat?"
She'd naturally followed the direction of his gaze, but now she looked up, hard, into his eyes. And she smiled back at him despite herself. She even laughed. "You're an idiot."
"When things get too serious, I get a rash."
She pointedly looked back down at his nether regions, despite the fact doing so made her blush. Still, she spoke coolly, dryly. "Not on your ass."
If Ian believed in love, that would've been it for him. Instantly. Enthrallingly. Eternally. Instead, he just laughed. "Thank God for that. See if there's anything remotely clothinglike in the backseat or the trunk. ~ Suzanne Brockmann

They had pulled me from the hemorrhaging, dying body of my mother and turned me over to the care of the man who was not my father. He had taken me home to their tiny apartment above the old hardware store and done what little he knew to take care of me.
It took less than six weeks for him to realize his mistake. Maybe even less than six hours, but he never abandoned me. He clung to me as though I was the last remnant of some great and powerful love.
And that gave me hope that maybe my mother was really something else and not just some girl who got knocked up by a guy whose name she didn't even know. She was something special, someone worthy of a man's loyalty and devotion.
Rocky Evans ~ Gwenn Wright

[On Female Attraction to Men in Uniform] That male military persona feeds a subconscious, passive-aggressive female desire to dominate the warrior as he is perceived an iconic example of masculinity (particularly amongst traditionally warlike cultures). The damsel in distress theme always struck me as embodying this: the hapless, innocently beautiful woman unwittingly enraptures the heroic male so completely that he would risk all to submit to her at his own peril, and quite in spite of it. ~ Tiffany Madison

It doesn't matter. I love you. That's it. That's all. I hope to hell it's enough. ~ Maya Banks

That was when reality kicked back in and reminded Xander that the woman he'd just spent the past fifteen minutes mentally undressing was going to be in his squad, and that he was going to be her supervisor.
He was in so much trouble.
There was no way he could be her boss. It wouldn't be fair to her or his team, and it sure as hell wasn't something he could handle. He'd end up spending all his time gazing at her like a lovesick puppy instead of training her on weapons and tactics. ~ Paige Tyler

Hey," Shayne said through the door. "You going to stay in there all night, because we're getting tired of trying to eavesdrop from out here. Can't hear a damn thing. ~ Jill Shalvis

Darlin', you are all female but not in the least little bit weak. ~ Avery Flynn

And Mrs. Orton had the seizure right after you applied the lipstick?"
Reggie's voice was dead serious.
Drea nodded.
That little tidbit set off Cam's warning sirens. Not good.
Reggie closed his notebook and deposited it in his inner jacket pocket. "Can you think of anything else?"
Drea opened her mouth, then closed it and shook her head.
Christ. So she had a possible motive, opportunity, means to kill Natasha Orton, and she was obviously holding something back. She may not be the only suspect, but even Cam had to admit she was a mighty good one. ~ Avery Flynn

Simon leveled the gun at Will again. 'Now,' he said casually, 'someone's gonna die here in the next minute.'
On the other side of the two-way mirror, Sammy took aim.
'That's exactly right,' she whispered. ~ Jenna Brooks

You want to come in?" she asked softly.
He leveled his gaze at her. "You know what's likely going to happen if I go in there, right?"
She didn't blink. "Yeah. That's why I'm asking. ~ Paige Tyler

You're not safe with me."
He cut me off, seeming to growl. "I don't want to be safe. I want to be with you. You can't do this alone. ~ S.G. Holster

This thing I feel for you... I've never felt like this about anyone, Tegan. ~ Katie Reus

All the bad in my life led me to her, which makes me think that I can live with the past if she is my future. - HEW ~ Michelle Warren

She could forgive him for missing their dinner date, but she would never forgive him for dying. ~ Chrys Fey

These were not the belongings of the past prisoner he had imagined. These were a lady's things - hairpins and stockings and a glove. There were more clues waiting but William no longer felt certain he wanted to know the dark secrets of this cell. ~ Gwenn Wright

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

He rose up over her, his arms straight on either side of her shoulders, and slowly withdrew, his flesh dragging against hers.
He was hot and hard.
She spread her thighs, reveling in this lush feeling, his thrusts blunt and hard now, pounding into her body.
And still he watched her, the green of his eyes slivers of want, demanding something of her. Something she was no longer willing to give, it was just too much.
When at last she came, her breaths hitching and halting, her legs trembling, her sex pulsing with every push of his cock, she watched him. She saw when he gritted his teeth, his lips drawn back in need and pleasure.
He shouted her name, loud in her quiet bedroom, as his big body jerked and plunged and emptied itself in her. ~ Elizabeth Hoyt

Some part of him had hoped that a woman might one day see beyond his scars to the man he was inside. But Megan was doing more than just ignoring his ugliness. She was _accepting_ it with a woman's gentleness, her touch soothing memories of savage pain, grief, loneliness. ~ Pamela Clare

If you think your scars bother me, you're wrong. In my eyes, you're a hero. Your scars are just proof of that. ~ Pamela Clare

She watched as his lips parted. He drew a breath in and knew she wasn't the only one feeling that something special that seemed to be humming in the air around them. ~ Dorothy Ewels

The man was more temperamental than she was. Not an easy feat. (Mina's view of Diego.) ~ Maria Grazia Swan

First thought? I'd kissed you without knowing for sure that you were gay and it could have blown up in my face. Then, when it didn't, I thought about kissing you again. After that I just wanted to be the person you could confide in and trust with the all the pain I saw in you. ~ Jessie G.