Ruthie Knox Quotes

#1. Oh, he was perfect. An orgasm - just for her - and a compliment. She would bottle him and sell him and make her fortune.

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#2. I love your hair." He dropped his head and moved closer as she breathed and wondered and hoped. When his lips met the space behind her ear, she shuddered. "I love this ssspot right here, t-too. Your shivery spot.

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#3. whereas Allie still had to wear a retainer at night to keep her bottom teeth from collecting like dice in a Yahztee cup.

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#4. And those noises - " He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she gasped. "K-keep doing that, sweetheart, and I'm going to make this so worth your while.

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#5. She wasn't quiet. Neither was he. While it lasted, they were as close as two people could be. But afterward, she didn't stay the night.

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#6. He traced the shape of the bird, wondering what she could have done to merit writing herself a memo on her body.
"It's a very permanent sort of reminder."
She raised herself up slightly, catching his gaze and holding it. "They were really bad mistakes.

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#7. You brought me here with impure motives?" The idea gave her a stupid thrill.
He shook his head. "No. I developed them after you arrived.

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#8. Was that some kind of romantic declaration, disguised as a filthy pirate sex offer?

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#9. He picked her up. Picked her up and carried her, as if she were Scarlett O'Hara and he were Rhett Butler, if Rhett had been the kind of guy to go down on Scarlett in a doorway. Which, let's be honest, he probably was.

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#10. Nev was the man in the parlor and the painter in his studio, the banker and the rugby player. The boyfriend who bought her prawn crisps and rubbed her back when she cried. The tender lover. The caged beast who came out to play when they got naked together. He could be any of them.

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#11. Like it when she spouted off. I believe that's precisely what he's blamed for.

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#12. Nice?" he said fiercely. "Nice is a lemonade stand." He withdrew and thrust deep. "Nice is a picnic on the lawn. This is not - nice. You are not a nice woman. You are fucking - sstupefying.

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#13. It's easier to ignore all the bad shit in the light. Distract yourself with work and TV and other people. The dark is just ... bad memories. Bad dreams. I don't like to be left alone with all that.

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#14. I'll make sure you're ready," he said gently. "And then I'm gonna make you beg me.

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#15. The smile widened, and she decided it ought to be classified as a misdemeanor. Grinning with Intent to Discombobulate.

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#16. I c-can promise it," he said. "It's what I d-do, remember? I m-make magic happen."
Katie smiled. "That's not magic. That's orgasms."
"Same thing.

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#17. I want him to have everything, but all he has is me.

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#18. Your past - It's not a series of mistakes, love. It's just you. All the things that happened to you that made you who you are.

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#19. You're not Adam, asshole. You're the snake.

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#20. Mom had considered Cath a bit of a hoochie, but the truth was that Cath always opened her heart when she opened her legs.

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#21. Is he actually good?" Judith asked. "He's incredible." "Sorry, are we talking about the painting or the shagging?" Nev asked. "The painting!" He grinned. "Right.

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#22. I thought you didn't sit," she said.
The dimple appeared. "The way I've worked it out, this is the closest thing to a first date we're going to get. On a date, I sit."
"This isn't a date. It's a commute.

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#23. Have you ever been with a man who d-did those things to you?" His voice had turned husky and dark. "Talked dirty to you? Spanked you? Tied you up and sspent hours figuring out how many ways he could make you c-come with his tongue?

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#24. Maybe when you loved someone, you just let yourself be you. You let them see you. And you saw them. Maybe that was all there was to it.

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#25. She wished he weren't so damned fit. Running away was a lot harder when the guy you were fleeing kept in such an excellent shape. -Cath Talarico

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#26. Please, Tom. You can't ride your bicycle across the country alone. It's insane. You'll end up being slaughtered by a serial killer."
"Taryn, I'm thiry-five, single, tattooed, and antisocial. I'M the serial killer.

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#27. Sweetheart," Sean said, "you are the farthest thing from terminally unfuckable I can possibly imagine.

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#28. All of it felt like stolen time, an end rather than a beginning. But he didn't know why, and he didn't know what to do differently.

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#29. How many times did you come last night?" he asked in a low voice. Three.
"I'm not answering that question."
"You don't have to. I remember every one. You like me fine.

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#30. Give me your phone number?" She smiled, looking down at her lap.
"Sorry. No. It would be a mistake."
"Would it help if I promised not to be?

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#31. I've reformed. The kissing is sort of a holdover."
"Don't reform. I like you bad.

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#32. All she'd had to do was remember about Limbo: neither Heaven nor Hell, Limbo was the timeless, colorless eternity spent in between.

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#33. He was a terrible white knight, but she didn't seem to care.

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#34. She could hear all the doubt crows rustling around, bumping her shoulders, staring down at the naked forms on the bed. Not

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#35. Cath called all the shots. She seemed more comfortable that way, so Nev had decided not to press. Much. Instead, he looked for the loopholes and exploited them.

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#36. I would use my tongue. First through those pretty knickers, and then when I had you soaking and thrashing round, I'd rip them off and spread your thighs wide and hold you open while I made a banquet of you.

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#37. Cath didn't feel like a mistake to him. She felt like a beginning. A clean canvas, ready to be painted. A gorgeous new idea.

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#38. I just thought, what if I tried sex without the only part that counted as sex before? I want that. I want to say 'fuck you' to the whole idea, too, that getting penetrated is the point of the deal, like it's not sex if there's not something inside me. I'm inside me. I am." Only

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#39. He would be here treating you like a princess.'
She thought about saying that he had treated her like a princess, but she was afraid her mother would ask how, and she didn't think cock jokes and orgasms were her mom's idea of the princess treatment.

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#40. I promise you, whatever we are together, it's not a mistake. It's too good to be a mistake.

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#41. Sometimes I can't think of anything but every wrong thing I've ever done.

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#42. It's different for you," she said. "You're a man."
"I was beginning to fear you hadn't noticed.

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#43. He wouldn't hurt her. Never on purpose. Nev was going to hurt her accidentally, and when he did it would be her own fault.

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#44. She was in awe of him, impressed by his lack of fear, smitten with his bee-geekery.

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#45. He tasted deliciously of bacon.

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#46. He kissed her like they were too young to know how to kiss yet, all the while sinking into her body and withdrawing, a dirty secret happening below their waists.

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#47. I'm pretty sure you just kissed me."
"Yes, I did. Shall I apologize?"
"What for?"
"It was terribly impolite. I didn't ask your permission.

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#48. They weren't lies but promises, however silently made. He wanted to keep her. She wanted to let him. They both wanted for the wrong reasons.

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#49. He kissed her then. He had to kiss her, to try out every way he could move his mouth over hers - hard and soft, deep and reverent - and he had to move his tongue against hers and cup her breast in his hand because he was so fucking grateful and so fucking lost.

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#50. The gleam in those green-brown eyes was positively rakish. She hadn't thought City had a speck of rakishness in him.

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#51. She could tell the difference between fantasy and reality. If life ever gave her another opportunity to make the choice, she knew which one she would choose.

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#52. It was easy to love your idea of someone - to fall hard for their very best self. The question was whether, once you had to spend some time living with their worst self, you could bear to be with them anymore.

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#53. Together a home any more than he had. She'd been familiar, though, and he missed that. At

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#54. I'm a thoroughly respectable woman."
"You don't kiss like one.

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