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He took his mouth from hers and stared down at her with eyes so dark they no longer looked blue. Amanda, do you trust me? Of course not, she said. I don’t know the first thing about you. Laughter rustled from his chest. Sensible woman.
What are their names? Psycho and Killer?" He shook his head. "Cupcake and Twinkie." My mouth dropped open. "You're kidding." A grin flitted across his lips. "Afraid not." If naming them after dessert snacks had been Miss Marva's attempt to make them seem cute, it wasn't working.
Because you need me," he said, drawing in his breath as she squirmed against him. "Just as I need you." He crushed his mouth to hers. "I've needed you for years." Another kiss, this one deep and drugging, his tongue searching her intimately
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Those blue eyes glinted with uncivilized suggestion. A faint smile was tucked in the corner of his wide mouth. Definitely wouldn't want to be alone in a room with that guy, I thought. His gaze moved downward in lazy inspection, returned to my face, and he gave me one of those respectful nods that Texan men had raised to an art form.
Simon, she whispered, vaguely surprised that she had just used his first name, for she had never used it even in the privacy of her thoughts. Moistening her dry lips, she tried once more, and to her astonishment, she did it again. Simon… Yes? A new tension had entered his long, hard body, and at the same time, his hand moved over the shape of her skull in the softest caress possible. Please… take me to my room. Hunt tilted her head back gently and regarded her with a sudden faint smile playing on his lips. Sweetheart, I would take you to Timbuktu if you asked.
Ah, Evie, she heard him say softly, I must have a heart, after all…because right now it aches like the devil. Only your heart? she asked ingenuously, making him laugh. He lowered her to the bed, his eyes sparkling wickedly. Also a few other things, he conceded. And as my wife, it’s your duty to ease all my aches.
She was aware of the movement of his lips as he pressed soundless words in her palm. He released her, and the look he gave her seemed to reveal the depths of his lustful, longing, bitter soul. "Good-bye, Miss Fielding," he said hoarsely.
The span of three or four minutes is pretty insignificant in the scheme of things. People lose hundreds of minutes everyday, squandering them on trivial things. But sometimes in those fragments of time, something can happen you'll remember the rest of your life.
Most lives are not distinguished by great achievements. They are measured by an infinite number of small ones. Each time you do a kindness for someone or bring a smile to his face, it gives your life meaning. Never doubt your value, little friend. The world would be a dismal place without you in it. (tweaked version of a passage from Scandal in Spring)
I'd rather be insane with you than sane without you. - Jake to Lydia
Ghost? St. Vincent shot him an incredulous glance. Christ. You’re not serious, are you? "I’m a Gypsy, Cam replied matter-of-factly. Of course I believe in ghosts. Only half Gypsy. Which led me to assume that the rest of you was at least marginally sane and rational. The other half is Irish, Cam said a touch apologetically. Christ, St. Vincent said again, shaking his head as he strode away.
At first I wasn’t all that tempted by him, but then he killed the spider. Which was a huge point in his favor. Absolutely. I love men who kill bugs. And then when I was freaking out and couldn’t breathe, he was so…gentle. Zoe sighed and colored, remembering. He was holding me, and talking to me in that voice…you know, sort of low and rough around the edges… All the Nolans sound like that, Justine said reflectively. Like they’ve got a mild case of bronchitis. Totally hot.
One should make the best choice possible given the circumstances, and then avoid second-guessing for the sake of one's own sanity.
When Christopher finished, there was a moment of silence. Leo looked at Cam expectantly. Well? Well what? Now is the time when you dredge up one of your blasted Romany sayings. Something about roosters laying eggs, or pigs dancing in the orchard. It’s what you always do. Let’s have it. Cam gave him a sardonic glance. I can’t think of one right now. By God, I’ve had to listen to hundreds of them. And Phelan doesn’t have to hear even one?
It's me, love," he said softly. "Everything's all right." Daisy managed to whisper through dry lips. "If you're a ghost...I hope you haunt me forever." Matthew sat on the floor and reached for her cold hands. "Would a ghost use the door?" he asked gently, bringing her fingers to his scratched, battered face.
Well, you missed out on some important protocol, Ella. You can't stand between a Texan and his power tools. We like them. Big ones that drain the national grid. We also like truck-stop breakfasts, large moving objects, Monday night football, and the missionary position. We don't drink light beer, drive Smart cars, or admit to knowing the names of more than about five or six colors. And we don't wax our chests, ever.
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You don’t annoy me. Carefully he rebuttoned the placket of her shirt. I thought you did, at first. But now I realize it was more like the feeling you get when your foot’s been asleep. And when you start moving, the blood coming back into it is uncomfortable . . . but also good. Do you understand what I mean? Yes. I make your feet tingle. A smile came to his lips. Among other things.
