88 Quotes by Laura Kaye

God, this kiss. It was the kind she'd remember forever, that would invade her dreams and haunt her in quiet moments. The kind her older self could look back on and know, once, she'd really lived. The kind that, no matter what, she could never, ever regret.

Son of a good goddamn holy motherfuck.

He dropped his arms on the bed and peered over at Jenna.She lay on her side facing him, hand tucked under her chin, not looking the least bit settled or relaxed."Whatchu need?""You." She spoke the word without and hesitation, any doubt, any seeming self-consciousness.

Easy squeezed her hand and tugged her closer. She sucked in a breath, sure he was going to kiss her. He did. Just not how she'd thought. His lips pressed to her forehead, then he pulled back to look her in the eye. "I see a woman who's made me fell more alive in the past few days than I have in a long, long time.

Last bedroom on the right," Nick said with a smirk. "Might want to knock first."Jeremy rolled his eyes. "Dude, you are so not one to talk right now."Straight-faced, Nick popped Jeremy in the arm with a fist."Dude," Jeremy said, rubbing his arm. "Maybe you aren't doing it right 'cause sex is supposed to chill your ass out."Easy managed a smile. "I really like your brother, Rix," Easy said, looking at Nick.

Love...love is the only thing that doesn't hurt. So many people are afraid of it. I think I was five years ago. Afraid that loving you would hurt me, one way or the other. But love doesn't hurt. Abuse hurts, and loneliness hurts, and jealousy hurts, and lies hurt. But love? Love heals. Love puts back together things that were broken before. Which is what you've done for me. So promising you, that's easy. I don't want to be anywhere else but with you. No matter what.

She nodded and watched him job up the steps. And good God did he do all kinds of justice to a pair of jeans.

Hi" she said.He gave her the sexiest crooked smile. "Hi." He stepped into her space, both his hands going to her hair, pushing it back off her face, just running his fingers through it. Touching her like he always did. "What was it you wanted?" he asked, no rush or urgency to his voice."You." The word fell from her lips unbidden, but she didn't' want to take it back. She didn't have time for anything but honesty. "Just you.

Don't stop talking to me, Makenna. I need your words. Your voice.""I don't know what to say is all. I want to take away your hurt."His cheek lifted into a smile under her hand. "Thank you. But sometimes I think I need it. It reminds me I'm alive. And it makes the good times that much better. Like right now, being here, with you.