200 Quotes by Kelly Moran

He couldn’t grab reality if he attempted the task with both hands.

The man was so sexy she understood why every member of the double X-carrying chromosome imitated saran wrap in his presence.

If the gods of Gorgeousness and Charm and Sexiness had a threesome, Jason Burkwell would’ve been the resulting love child.

He was a drool-worthy, panty-drenching, yummy work of masculine art.

I have something I need to get off my chest.”“What’s that?”“This.” He closed his mouth over hers.

He looks at you like you’re crème brûlée.

She had yet to actually call him by his real name. The psychologist in him had all kinds of theories as to why. The man in him wanted to hear her say it. Just once.

Maybe pulling her emotions out and inserting in his logic would change this morbid course. But damn if he’d joke about it like she did.

It took a pair of ghosts to open my eyes.