875 Quotes by Kristen Ashley

Two kinds of women get under your skin. The ones who do damage, they don't feel good there but once you're fuckin' stupid enough to let them in you got no choice but to take the time it takes to work them out. Then there are the ones who don't do damage, who feel good there, feed the muscle, the bone, the soul, not rip it or break it or burn it. The ones you don't wanna work out.

His smile got even bigger. "Yeah, Ace, a day of you cryin' in my arms, sleepin' in my arms, kissin' you, feelin' your body, smellin' your hair, your perfume, only so much a man can take. I ran for an hour, hard, didn't even fuckin' warm up, it didn't touch it. Come back, deal with that fuckwad, (that's her ex) and you're standin' there, all legs and hair, wearin' my shirt. Seriously. Only so much a man can take.

Which one are you?" I whispered. "What?" he asked. "Are you the good guy, the sweet guy who takes care of me or are you this guy who's kind of a jerk?" His answer was instantaneous. "I'm both those guys, babe. Your job is to get used to it." There it was, another order. Not even an ultimatum. Just, "get used to it".

You call my cat Princess Fancy Pants, Ace, we got problems.

Another reason to watch him avidly for he might pull himself out ofthe pool, his whole body slick and those shorts plastered on him was not a sight to see. It was asight to prove there was a God and that God might just be Tate.

You humble me."I blinked then breathed, "What?""Your strength, Ace, it's got nothin' to do with bootcamp.

I carried you to the Explorer and you couldn’t even hold your head up. You passed out in my lap after you told me there was no one to care if you woke up. I live to be a hundred, mamita, I’ll never forget it. Not one fuckin’ second of it.

His arm did a squeeze and his voice got softer. “I’m thinkin’ you need more time to get used to me. I’m okay with that, Mamita, take all the time you need.

Do you want me to beat the shit outta him when we get there?” Tate asked, sounding serious and I blinked at him.“What?”“I will,” Tate stated.“You… you’ll… beat the shit out of him?”“Say the word, babe.”“Would… wouldn’t you get arrested for something like that?” I asked.“Probably,” he answered.“Then maybe you shouldn’t,” I decided.“Your call,” he muttered