Quotes from Rachel Gibson

I always regretted how much I hurt you.

When you lock everything down tight so that the pain can't get out, you also keep good stuff from getting in.

Ask me again why I don't want you traveling with the team." "Why?" He slid his thumb across her bottom lip. "Because you drive me insane.

Shut up, Nick." She yanked the boa free. "You were only out to humiliate me." "Bullshit." "You used me to get back at Henry." He rocked back on his heels and his gaze narrowed. "I never used you. I told you not to worry and that I'd take care of you, but you looked at me like I was some kind of rapist and left with Henry.

I don't want to let you go," he said just above a whisper. "I've tried and I can't. The thought of it twists me in a knot.

What does it take, then? I love you. I've never loved any woman the way I love you.

He lowered his face to hers and spoke against her mouth. "I don't want to imagine you not in my life.

You're beautiful." His words warmed her skin and tugged at her heart, and this time she believed he meant what he said. He rested his forehead against her, his dark hair in stark contrast to her white flesh. "I knew you would be. I've always known. Always.

So tell me, Jane, are you cold?" His lips brushed hers and he said through a hot breath, "Or turned on?

He reached out and grasped her arm. "Please don't walk away from me again. I know I hurt you the night you told me you loved me and I walked away, but Gabrielle, you've walked away from me twice now.

He can trade me to a team below five hundred if he wants to, or worse, I could find myself wearing a duck on my sweater.

Sam LeClaire was a good-looking son of a bitch.

So tell me honey," he said just above a whisper, "what's got your beautiful eyes so sad?

His hand fell to his side. "Honey, come here." She shook her head and took another step backward. "I don't trust you." "Baby, you don't trust yourself.

He'd been thinking about a lot of things lately, things that would never happen, things it was best not to think about. Things like waking up with Delaney every morning for the rest of his life and watching her hair turn gray.

Devon Hamilton-Zemaitis was a beautiful woman. Being dead didn't change that.

If you want to cry go ahead. Son, there are just some time in a man's life when he has to let it out.

There's something about you, Maddie," he said as he looked into her eyes. "Something more than the way you make love. Something that makes me think about you when I'm pouring drinks or watching Travis strike out in T-Ball.

Joe certainly didn't seem concerned with his own enlightenment, but he did seem more intelligent than the average muscle neck. Then he raised his arm, bent his head, and sniffed his pit. Gabrielle looked at the plates in her hands. She should have used paper.

She took a deep breath and forgot to exhale. She wondered what it would be like if she licked him up one side and down the other. "What are you thinking?" She suddenly felt kind of hot and dizzy and accidentally let Layla out. "That I want to lick your tattoo," she whispered.

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He'd already planned on checking out the house for her, but what he hadn't planned on was her hooking her hand around the back of his belt and urging him forward like a human shield. Now, there were times in Dylan's life when he hadn't minded women using his body, but they'd always been naked a the time. He didn't know how he felt about being used as a target so Hope could run like hell if anything hit him first. -Dylan

He was the kind of guy who made Sadie a lit­tle un­com­fort­able. The kind who wore leather and drank beer and crushed emp­ties on their fore­heads. The kind who made her stand a lit­tle straighter. The kind she avoided like a hot fudge brownie be­cause both were bad news for her thighs.

He lifted his face and came up for air. "I couldn't stay away.