Quotes from Rachel Gibson

He looked into her face and tossed her sweater on the floor. "I thank God you walked out of my memory and into my life.

You're beautiful, Delaney, and you could have anyone you want. Why me?" She knew she wasn't beautiful, not like her mother. But the way he looked at her and touched her, and the tone of his voice when he said it made her almost believe him. He made her believe anything was possible. "Because you make me not want to say no.

You're a complication I don't need." He followed, placed his hands on each side of her head, and planted his knee between her thighs. "But you're a complication I want. One I'm going to have.

Standing so close, he realized how much he missed her, but looking into her cold, indifferent gaze, he realized something else; it just might be too late.

I only know that you are the breath in my lungs, the beat of my heart, the ache in my soul, and without you, I am empty.

Stay away from me, Nick." She held out a hand to hold him off. He grabbed her arm and pulled her against his chest. "I can't," he said softly.

Do you really think that I don't have anything better to do than to spend my time thinking about you? Digging up a little of the goods on Luc Martineau?" Fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes and he laughed. "Sweetheart, there is nothing little about Luc's goods.

You never learn the first time. You always have to get hit twice before you see it coming." He was seeing now what he'd seen that first night at Pure. A bright shiny light he wanted to catch in his hands and hold forever. If she let him.

What can I give you? I get a handsome guy who does look good in the morning, and I get a great ring. What do you get?" "The only thing I've ever wanted." He held her tight and smiled. "I get you, wild thing.

There were a few things she did know for sure, though. There was no way the pony was going back in the gate. Not when the pony was thirty-four and really liked pulling the milk cart.

It was best not to ask too many questions. Especially since you'd get the answers. And the answers were usually followed by a tightening of Kate's forehead and a tick in her left eye. The tightening could cause wrinkles, the tick a tumor, and Kate didn't need to borrow that kind of trouble.

Exactly what am I supposed to care about? That we were just getting to the fun stuff? That my hand was on your breasts, and your hands were all over my chest, and both of us were having a good time? Damn right I care about that. I wasn't finished. But don't expect me to care that a little old lady looked in the window and watched. Why should I care what people are going to say about that? People have talked about me since the day I was born. I stopped caring a long time ago.

For the first time since she'd pieced her heart back together, she felt a small tug at one of the strings. She dropped her hands to her sides and took a step back. The one word she'd waited to hear could destroy her carefully constructed life. "Don't." Don't make me forget. Don't make it better. Don't make me love you again. - Autumn Haven

I want to make love to you, and if you don't stop me now, that's exactly what's going to happen.

I don't ever want to be the reason you cry again.

Between the lapels of his subdued charcoal suit, he'd worn a silky red tie. A gold Rolex had circled his wrist, and an overblown blonde had been bonded on his side like a suction cup. The man clearly liked to accessorize.

I remember exactly what you were wearing, [...] Dark suit, red tie, gold watch, and a blond woman.

As a kid, he would have given just about anything to touch a naked Barbie, but he'd never been lucky enough to get within ogling distance. Now that he was afforded a good look at her, he discovered she had a scrawny ass and her knees made weird crunching sounds.

You're not some woman I picked up in a bar, Chelsea. You're not a one-night stand. Don't sneak out on me.

I didn't want to be there. I wanted to be here.

You called him a big dumb dodo?" Caroline asked later that night as the two of them sat on Jane's couch watching the gas fireplace lick the fake logs. "Why didn't you go for broke and call him a poo-poo head too?

I want you," he whispered. "I've never wanted anything like I want you.

Don't leave." He leaned his forehead against the door next to hers. "I'm a real bastard, I know, but don't leave, Lola.

Probably when we were fishing, but I got serious about it yesterday when we were swapping spit in your momma's front yard and I didn't care who was watching." He sat up and took her hand in his. "I wanted people to watch. I wanted people to see us together. I wanted people to see us kissing today. I want everyone to know that you're mine.