Romantic Suspense Quotes - Page 8

I’m not the one who kissed you in the bathroom. In case you’re thinking I forgot about that, or somehow missed it, or …”“Kind of hard to miss,” Ian agreed. “Your lips, mine. A distinct smacking sound. Yup, that was me kissing you. Still, it was short—quickly over and done. A kiss good-bye. The subtext was I hope we don’t die, but if we do, it was nice meeting you. Not at all like that under-the-dock kiss.” He paused. “The one where you jumped me. The first time. So far.” He narrowed his eyes at her, much the way she’d done to him. “Naturally I’m suspicious. Did you intentionally leave my clothes behind?

I think I love you, Bennett. Probably not relevant at the moment so no need to say thanks.

He stepped closer with an intense, thoughtful look on his face. "We shouldn't do this."tHer heart gave a hard thud.t"You probably can't kiss." Another step closer. "What does the doctor say?"t"We never kissed," she deadpanned. "Dr. Pratt and I are not interested in each other that way."tThe sound of his deep laughter broke the tension between them. He moved a little closer still.t"Dr. Pratt says intimacy is all right, unless the other person is sick." She couldn't believe she just said that. Why not put a neon sign on her forehead? DESPERATE FOR SEX.t"This isn't going to work." He leaned his forehead against hers, the skin-to-skin contact jolting. "This isn't the right time for either of us." His hands slid up her arms. "I shouldn't kiss you," he said.tAnd then he did.tHoly heaven.

You're so beautiful," he told her.tHer laughter tickled his ears. "You realize you're looking at my back, right?"t"Mmm-hmmm. And it's a very beautiful back.

It worried him. Like him, she had to be exhausted. She smelled like gasoline; her clothes were torn. She had a small white bandage on her forehead where the EMT had cleaned her cut. Dirt smudged her face, her arms, her legs. He knew she still didn't have any underwear, and for the first time, he felt bad about it. Real bad. He wanted to protect her, make her feel secure, keep her from harm—and all he'd done was lose her underwear and practically get her blown up.

She slid her hands up the front of Sawyer's shirt, shoving at it, wanting to see and feel all of him. Every muscular inch he was trying to hide under his clothes. She felt almost crazed with the need.tWhen he pulled his head back, breathing hard, he stared down at her. "How much have you had to drink?"t"Not enough to regret this.

I want no part of you? Explain that." Because right that second, he wanted every part of her. Preferably naked.

Who the hell was this woman that he shared a bed with? A life with. Anger and raw pain surged through Harrison as he wondered if he really had married a stranger.

This thing I feel for you... I've never felt like this about anyone, Tegan.

Your booty call embargo will remain intact.

He wanted to paddle her himself, then shake her, then sit her down in a chair and explain to her why she must never, ever get herself in a situation where she could be shot at again—and then throw himself at her feet.

If Shane had avoided her for years because of a kiss, he might leave the country over a blow and hand job.

She had opened the refrigerator door and was looking at her supply of frozen microwave dinners with an expression of distaste when the doorman buzzed. Deciding to forget about dinner, something she'd done too often lately, she depressed the switch. "Yes, Dennis?"t"Mr. Payne and Mr. McCoy are here to see you, Ms. Granger," Dennis said smoothly. "From the FBI."t"What?" Jay asked, startled, sure she'd misunderstood.tDennis repeated the message, but the words remained the same.tShe was totally dumbfounded. "Send them up," she said, because she didn't know what else to do. FBI? What on earth? Unless slamming your apartment door was somehow against federal law, the worst she could be accused of was tearing the tags off her mattress and pillows. Well, why not? This was a perfectly rotten end to a perfectly rotten day.

Who knows? Maybe you both live happily ever after, or maybe three months from now you end the relationship because he doesn't squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom...nothing is guaranteed." - Olivia Harper, Secret Need

Alice Wilde was absolutely stunning in the firelight. Her natural look, her toned arms and body fit perfectly in this wilderness on a crazy river. And her heart—she had the heart of a wild mare who would endure until the end even if it killed her. Who, without even trying, dared Griffin to catch her if he could.

Liza took her time sipping her tea. “That’s what I hear Janet. Of course, living it up can take years off your life and add them to your face.

Here, you drive," Erik said."What? Why?""In case we do have to start shooting; I have a badge and you don't," he explained."Fine. But for the record, I'm a better shot than you are.""For your information, I was the youngest kid awarded the rifle shooting merit badge in my troop," Erik said, holding the wheel as she climbed across him."Is that supposed to impress me?""Just enough to get you back into my bed." She took over the gas pedal and Erik slid out from underneath her."It takes more than fancy shooting," she said loftily, making a sharp turn.Erik was thrown against the door. "Would you warn me before you do that?""It's a car chase!

THREE MONTHS HAVE GONE BY without the taste of Gabriel Storm in my mouth, the scent of his skin in my nostrils, the rush of his powerful body pounding into mine.

Jax, I don't know if I can do this," I murmured."Do what?" he asked.I though for a moment as he watched me in silence. "Survive you," I whispered in answer."Maybe you won't have to...

Everything is going to be okay, Princess Eloise," he whispered against her ear. "I promise."But it wouldn't. She knew better than to ever trust a man who promised happy endings in the middle of a kidnapping.

You're such a bastard," she sighed.tHe chuckled. "Are you really insulting the man who just gave you an orgasm?

If Gage finds out, he's going to have a cow-horns, balls, and all.

Full of intrigue, tangled pasts, and raw emotions, [Gambling On A Secret by Sara Walter Ellwood] is guaranteed to keep you turning pages from start to finish and then wishing for one more chapter!

Elizabeth studied the earl as he approached the waiting coach. "Was his behavior rather... odd?"t"He English. Ye're asking me if he's odd?

I don't want forever. I never did... I just want right now.

Anything could happen while the dead slept. Which was why some would say a woman shouldn't tread alone through a cemetery at 2:55 on a Tuesday morning in April.

Ya got to watch them bears, Lillie Girl,” her father said, looking worried, “ ‘specially the renegade ones. They’ll turn you every way but loose.

If I release you, you won't scream? I'd rather not continue the conversation like this."She shook her head, and he freed her. She scrambled away from him, feeling the grooves of the headboard bite into her back when she slammed into it. He sat back on her bed, his hands on his jean-clad thighs. The hair at his neck curled from dampness. "You don't have to be afraid of me." She almost laughed. "A stranger breaks in, and I'm supposed to be cool with that?" "Amy, we're not strangers.

She sashayed into the kitchen like she lived there, and grabbed two glasses from the counter, rinsed them in the sink, all very domestic.tHis eyes strayed to her breasts. “You came to do dishes?”t“I came to come.” She winked, smiling from ear to ear.t“Gotta appreciate a straight-talking woman.

I’ve always had an ear for music so one day I sat at the piano and picked out some notes. I tried to improve, but without formal instruction, there was only so much I could learn. When I went off to school, I demanded my studies include piano lessons. By the time I was ten, I could play Mozart concertos.

What if you get called to a fire?” 
His eyes raked over her as he prepared to devour her. “Let it burn.

Fully revealed, the green eyes pierced her heart. In them, she sensed pain, loneliness and despair. Yet they weren't seeing her. Focused on the movement of the blade, the mesmerizing gaze seemed a world away. Stroke after stroke, the unmasked face appeared in the mirror.

Welcome," the man said in utter contradiction to his urban street clothes. He eyed the vibrator in Cooper's hand but whatever his thoughts were on a guy wielding a vibrator, he kept to himself. "I'll get some candles.

Emma Garcia gripped the steering wheel of the stolen pick-up truck she wished she wasn’t driving. In the entirety of her twenty-six years, she hadn’t taken as much as a piece of gum without paying for it, until today…

Nothing sexier than a woman who knows how to hurt you.

Better to beg forgiveness, than to ask for permission anyway.

Ian cleared his throat. "Lady Elizabeth." He reached behind him and handed her a single red rose. "A rose... for the bonniest lass who ever graced the Highlands.

Gunfire cracked around them.t“Just warning shots,” he yelled.t“How do you know?”t“We’re not dead.

Kane couldn't remember the last time he'd had a real conversation with a female. His chats with women consisted of sentences like "Do you like that, babe?" or "Roll over, I want to screw you from behind.

His last encounter with Wendy... Hell, she'd been the one to hurt his feelings.tThe best sex of his life, and she'd kicked him out as soon as it was over, told him not to bother with calling because it was strictly a one-time thing. Told him, actually, while he'd still been inside her.tHe groaned at the memory as he slipped behind the wheel, turning on the heat the second he had the engine started.tHis day was shaping up to be an ass kicker. Which was saying something, considering that the day before included his arrest, a concussion, and a near drowning.

She shook her head and said," If there's one thing I've learned in my life, it's that shitty things happen. You can't always stop them. They just happen. And yeah, you can let them destroy you, but what's the point? Might as well learn to deal with all those shitty things and move on."t"Is that what you did?"t"Yes." She paused. "And you will too. You just have to accept your loss and try your best to live out the rest of your life without letting the loss destroy you."t"Easier said than done," he muttered.tShe laughed. "Who said life was easy?

Cuba changed you. I changed you. And you are changing me.

He had a hungry look in his eyes and it frightened her.

Okay, more disclosure. I'm not a fugitive at the moment, but I might become one. I don't know if I'm going back for a trial. I can't go to prison and leave the twins alone. We'll leave before it comes to that. I don't want to get you in trouble."tHilda waved off the words. "I'm an old woman. They ain't gonna take me out of here in shackles. I've seen most of the local officers run around in diapers."tLuanne was pretty sure that didn't mean immunity. She'd seen Chase naked, and that hadn't stopped him from arresting her. She didn't tell that to Aunt Hilda.

How do you feel?"Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed. "Like I want you to kiss me again."And _that_ was the invitation he'd been waiting for.

Javier opened her makeup kit, held it edge to edge with the dressing table, and swept everything--every vial, brush, tube, and bottle--into the kit with his forearm.Laura gaped at him. "That stuff is worth hundreds of dollars."He shrugged, then shut the kit. "That's how SEALs pack makeup.

He kissed her like he owned her, and in that moment, he did. The kiss was rough and punishing, his tongue forcing her lips open and sweeping into her mouth with greedy precision. Electricity raced up Bailey's spine, red-hot and powerful, as powerful as the deep strokes of Sean's tongue and his tight grip on her waist."You want me," he muttered into her lips...

You survived,” Death said, appearing again as Cat. “They were vicious. If they’d –”“– Don’t go there.”“You’ve always known really bad people are following you,” Death said, softening what she was going to say. “But did you know I’ve been following you too?”“Why?” Word asked, not getting it.“Simple,” Cat said. “If I keep you alive many others won’t die.

She could live without her past. She was better off without her past. But Ian couldn’t live without his heart.

And Mrs. Orton had the seizure right after you applied the lipstick?" tReggie's voice was dead serious.tDrea nodded.tThat little tidbit set off Cam's warning sirens. Not good.tReggie closed his notebook and deposited it in his inner jacket pocket. "Can you think of anything else?"tDrea opened her mouth, then closed it and shook her head.tChrist. So she had a possible motive, opportunity, means to kill Natasha Orton, and she was obviously holding something back. She may not be the only suspect, but even Cam had to admit she was a mighty good one.

Is it weird that I think it's hot when you boss me around?"tHer gaze snapped up to his, her blue eyes darkening with unmistakable hunger....t"I can take bossing you around to a whole other level if you'd like," she murmured.

I'm adaptable. A nomad, my mom always says."tZoe raised an eyebrow.t"Your mom?"t"Well I wasn't spawned.

Alyssa couldn’t tear her gaze from him as the firelight played over the hard edges of him. Once he’d been the poster boy for clean-cut military, now he’d gone all tatted up sexy danger.

I want us to be more spontaneous. I want the superhero to come home and take me. Nothing to do with being his wife. Everything to do with uncontrollable testosterone.

Ah, and then her beautiful face…actually, the level and angle that she was holding the umbrella, the whole time as she passed within Suresh’s view, only allowed him to see the bottom of her chin at most. Still, with a body as beautiful as hers, Suresh was quite certain that her face would be nothing less than positively stunning!

Um, h-h-hi,” Sophie stammered, closing the door behind her. Meeting her gaze were crystal eyes like blue shards of glass.

I'll make you a deal. You can come with me to the meeting - if we can work out an agreeable plan - but you don't kill him until I get what I want. I have less than a week. Can you live with that time line?

How do I say 'kiss me' in French?" she whispered."Embrasse moi."Oh yes, even that sounded better in French.

You said that if..." He trailed off, his expression hesitant and oddly defiant. "You said if I kissed you again without your permission, you'd slit my throat. Is that still the case?"tSurprise jolted through her, but somehow she managed to keep her voice steady. "Yes. It is."tHe traced the line of her jaw with his fingertips. His touch was so gentle it ignited a spark of fear.t"Then I guess I'll ask permission." He paused. "Can I kiss you?"...t"No." she burst out, shoving his hand away. "You can't.

Cade shifted against the sheets, trying to ease his painful erection. He was going against every protocol there was. Sleeping in the same bed as the woman in his protective custody? Genius plan. It would be one thing if he was simply trying to comfort her, to make her feel at ease. Yeah, it would still be breaking some rules, but he was intensely attracted to her. Had been from the moment they met all those years ago.