21 Quotes by J.M. Stewart

How do you look at your best friend the same way again when you know the flavor of his mouth?

I don’t want to go home yet.” He twisted at the waist and patted the seat behind him. “Take a walk on the wild side with me.

How old are you?”“Old enough to know better, but still young enough to do it again.

Before she could ponder what on earth he meant or come up with a proper response, he took their charade a step further.He kissed her.

Doubt filled her eyes. “What are we betting for, anyway?”He hadn’t thought about that, but it took his brain all of three seconds to come up with an answer. He knew damn well what he wanted from her. Had for years.“A kiss.” The words slipped from his lips before he could stop them, but once out, he didn’t want to take them back. “One kiss after you come back and see she’s all right.

Seeing you with that guy tonight made me nuts, because every bone in my body says you’re mine.

For what it’s worth”—he rose from his seat, moved around the table and bent over her, whispering in her ear as he pressed a kiss to her cheek— “I like you better in a pair of worn jeans, and I think you deserve someone who appreciates what he’s got. Not someone out to have a good time.

The man was potent to her system, her very own drug.

It was her turn to hold him up.