220 Quotes by Elle Kennedy

I’ve never met anyone who sleeps with so many pillows.

Desire is chemistry. We’re all just bags of charged atoms walking around bumping into each other. My electrons went seriously haywire for his tonight, though. Particles collided.

So money doesn’t matter once you get down to it. It doesn’t matter how thin or thick anyone’s wallet is. We all hurt. We all love. We’re the same.

Fine. How about we go down on each other instead?” “How about you leave?” “Counter offer – I stay and we dry hump.

I need you. I can’t stand the thought of being without you.” He releases a shaky breath. “You’re the last person I think about before I go to sleep, and the first person I think about when I open my eyes in the morning. You’re it for me, baby.

Sorry to burst your bubble, but you were actually pointing at the old guy a few seats over. He totally freaked out and started shouting to everyone that you scored that goal for him, and then I heard him ask his wife if maybe you knew that he was just diagnosed with diabetes, so I didn’t have the heart to tell him who the goal was really for.

Admitting I might have done something right. Admitting that you needed help.” His callused thumb traced the seam of her lips. “It doesn’t make you weak, Bailey, and it doesn’t mean you’re letting someone have power over you. It just means that you’re not a superhero.” He chuckled softly. “Even superheroes have partners, you know.

I pick up my sandwich and take a small bite, chewing extra slow in order to delay having to respond. He’s freaking me out again, with his confident gaze and his matter-of-fact tone. I’ve never met a guy who can throw out phrases like “love at first sight” and “something magical happened” without at least having the decency to blush or look mortified.

He looks way too comfortable sitting there on my couch. A blond Adonis with his golden chest and sculpted muscles and perfectly chiseled face. If the hockey thing doesn’t work out for him, he ought to consider going into modeling. Dean Di Laurentis oozes sexuality. He could slap his face on a laxative label and every woman in the world would be praying for constipation just to have an excuse to buy it.