Romantic Suspense Quotes - Page 5

It was pretty amazing. I wasn’t thinking about anything but how good it felt to be kissed and touched by you. You totally ruined boring sex for me.

Jennifer Apodaca

Damn. A dead body. I hate it when that happens.

If we were in a spreadsheet, we'd be in different columns." She'd be under uptight/nerdy/homely girls, and he'd be under badass men with bodies of..um..Navy SEALS.tHe grunted. "Just so you know, I hate spreadsheets with a hot, burning passion.

If I call him back here," Cooper whispered in her ear, "will you crawl up my body again?

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.

A real friend would have given you a drink by now.""Looks like an old friend just did.

She tied him a fly, using a pattern she’d designed, one that had given her untold luck with those silvery fish, those fighting steelhead. She was anxious for his return. “Does it have a name?” he said, when she gave it to him. “The Predator.” She smiled. A little embarrassed. His eyes turned dark, and her heart beat faster. His voice dipped low. “It’s a fine name.” He regarded her for several heavy, silent beats. She felt an atavistic pull, the hairs on her arms rising toward him, as if in electrical attraction. He leaned closer and her mouth turned dry. And he told her about the wild blueberries. Down by the bend in the river. She took the lure. She went in search of the berries. She never came home.

Loreth Anne White

I hope we'll be friends." His grin was pure sin....tShe stuck with the truth. "I hope we won't be enemies.

If you try to sleep on the floor I'll just get down there with you. Which will make you feel guilty and then you'll end up in the bed anyway. So just give in now and save yourself -- and me -- a headache.

Zander, you're getting me all wet and gooey," she squealed.He laughed again as he plopped her on the bed. "And I've just started.

Why do I need clothes?" she said as she found the black lacy pair she'd been looking for. "Two words -- burnt eggs.

So while the world thinks of you as a real-life Bruce Wayne with hundreds of millions in the bank and models draped across your arm, you’re really Batman, aligned with the Resistance, and you kidnapped me for your own good?”“Exactly,” he said.“Isn’t that what an assassin would say in such circumstances?” She batted her eyelashes.

Lucy woke with the munchies the night the kidnappers came for her.

She swore she'd never turn into her P.I. father...but that was before she ran over the body.

We could sit around and talk if you'd like.""Okay." She crossed her arms and tried to look casual. "So what's up?"t"Considering what you're wearing beneath that sheet, and what we just heard in the hallway, you might want to rephrase that particular statement.

She wished now she'd brought that vibrator as a flashlight instead of leaving it on the couch.

His gaze drops to my mouth.When he looks into my eyes again,his voice is husky.„You were wrong,before.“Confused,I frown. „About what?“His jaw works.For the first time,there's aFlash of emotion in his eyes,something otherThan contempt.„About not doing anything to make me hate you.You've done plenty.

J.T. Geissinger

Trent Takoda stared at the backside of the sexiest woman he'd ever met. A woman he'd spent months trying to find. To discover she was working for his brother was almost too much irony. He didn't know if he should laugh, cry, or get a drink. Maybe he'd do all three later.

Savannah Stuart

Do you two know each other?" Jason asked.tShe jerked her hand away, thankful Trent let go. "No."t"Yes," Trent said at the same time.tOut of the corner of her eye, she saw Jason take a few steps back. "Okay then. I'm going to catch up with Sharpe. When you two figure out whether you know each other or not, find me.

Savannah Stuart

His voice still had the rasp of desire as he asked, "If I disappear, will you come and find me?

She sighed. "You're not without fault, but you're not rotten. Although you're very disorderly. You're pigheaded, cocky beyond bearing, arrogant." She stopped when she realized she'd just said the same thing three times over. "You have a troubling obsession with vigilante justice." She cleared her throat. "Well, I'm sure there are things you don't like about me."t"You're not naked, and you're not under me." His voice was thick with passion.

There's only one woman I want.

She stood there, rooted to the spot, until he murmured, “Relax, this is all part of our cover.”His words were like ice water right in the face. He’d just kissed her as part of their cover. That brief brush over her lips and she didn’t want to relax, she wanted to take all his clothes off. Peel that charcoal gray suit off him and kiss every inch of his ripped, naked body.Instead of indulging in that insanity and getting arrested for public indecency—and tearing open old wounds—she took a small step back. Just like that, she could breathe again.

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.

Victoria Roberts

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?

Victoria Roberts

Do you sleep in your suits, too?"He dragged his gaze from the sweater she held up to her and completed a slow perusal starting at her totally reasonable three-and-a-half-inch metallic silver heels, up her bare calves, across the fitted pear-green pencil skirt, over her winter-white cashmere sweater and stopping briefly on her lips before reaching her eyes. She'd been stark naked, pressed up against a sixteenth-floor window, having one of the best orgasms of her life from a lover-s tongue and hadn't been as turned on as she was at that moment. Fire licked its way across her skin, flicking at all of her sensitive spots until her entire body vibrated."Do I sleep in my suits? Do you really want to know?" he asked, his voice low with just enough dominating arrogance in it to make her shiver.

Not Mr. Rasmussen. Call me Dom. I really think we should be on a first-name basis, since you know that I strip off my suit every night and get into bed wearing nothing at all.".

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.

The man had a smart mouth, a hard body, and questionable motives. In short, he was exactly what made her panties melt.

With an embarrassingly little amount of effort on his part, he twisted the Glock out of her fingers and flung it across the drive..."Going so soon?" he asked."The company isn't to my liking.

I'm not an easy man, not even for forty-eight hours."Keeping her gaze locked on his face, she stroked the hard outline of his dick with the tip of her fingernail. "Good thing I like things hard.

It's a really nice house..."t"Yeah, full of booby traps and cameras and little robots that pop out of the closets at night and murder you in your sleep."tShe burst out laughing. "Good point.

Falling in love is not based on the length of time you spend together; it’s based on the innate mindfulness of each other’s joy. If you are true soul mates, you never meet as strangers, you meet feeling like you’ve known each other forever. You feel at peace, calm, happy—you feel complete.

She rubbed her lips over him, then lifted her head to meet his eyes. "Tell me what you like."t"Everything," he choked out. "I like everything you're doing."t"Tell me," she insisted....tAlthough it nearly killed him to say it, he mumbled, "Start slow. Make me beg for it.

She glanced at the bathroom door once more, her cheeks growing warm as the glass door slid open and Kane emerged from the steamy shower stall.tNaked.tShe swallowed, unable to tear her eyes away from his nude, dripping-wet body. He had the kind of rock-hard physique that would make other women drool. His broad chest tapered to a trim waist, and his legs were thick and dusted with golden hair. He was lean, not bulky, with perfectly sculpted muscles that looked like they'd been carved out of marble. He was hard. Everywhere.t"I'm afraid it's too late for you to join me in the shower," he said in a silky voice. "Though we could still make good use of the bed.

Kane..." she hesitated. "I lied to you last night."tHis green eyes searched her face. "What did you lie about?"t"When I said... when I said I didn't want to kiss you again." Her breath came out in an unsteady puff. "I lied.

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.

How's this for honesty?" Luke said abruptly. "I want you..."t"I don't have sex with men I've just met," she murmured.tHe rested his hands on her hips, the warmth of his touch searing her flesh. "Would you consider making an exception?

There's nothing childish about me, sweetheart.

My soul recognized him and it was easy to be in sync with him—to feel like I’d known him forever.

He'd made a decision today that he wasn't letting her push him out of his life again.

He'd started falling for her the moment she walked into Devil's Dip Gym. She'd KO'd him and there was no going back.

It's a small closet."...t"It's a walk-in the size of Rhode Island," he teased...t"Isn't that just like a man to exaggerate the size of something?

She dropped her head, touching his forehead with hers, and rolled her hips, not bothering or not able to keep quiet her sweet little mewl of pleasure. Her heat seeped into him, trapping him in the moment...

What a voice. Deep, throaty, but not in a sexy way. In a haunted way. A voice full of heartbreak and ghosts.I won't go back, I won't go home,'Cause in this place, the dead still roam,'Cause this time, Whiskey Bayou won't let me go.

Susannah Sandlin

I don't want you to think about anyone in your past. No now, not ever again. You deserved a hell of a lot more than any of those bastards gave you."t"If it helps," she said with a faint smile, "I killed most of them.

He pressed a kiss on her shoulder, enjoying the way she shivered. "What is it?"tThere was a long pause, then a wobbly breath. "Why can't I resist you?"t"Because you don't want to."tBefore she could reply, he spun her around and kissed her again.

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.

Isabel, do you really think I'd sleep with someone who..." He trailed off, suddenly feeling awkward.t"Someone who what?"tTrevor let out a ragged breath. "Who isn't you."tHer mouth formed a cute little O.t"You are the one I want," he reiterated.

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?

Never in her wildest dreams would she have pegged this man as a dirty talker. Just went to show that you should never underestimate the quiet ones - and never let your guard down around them either.

When he stood before her naked, he couldn't believe this beautiful woman, with the pale skin, flaming auburn hair, and eyes the color of spring hay, lay waiting for him.tPhoebe's cheeks flushed a pretty pink. "You look like you're hungry and ready to eat the proffered offering."t"I am, and I will.

I'm concerned about the woman you're holding prisoner in there," Beckett said. "Knock three times if you're being held against your will."tPhoebe gasped and answered, "I'm fine, too."t"Good." Beckett said with a chuckle. "I was afraid I'd have to call the cops on my cop brother.

Jackson shrugged off Gentry’s hand. “You want to worry about drugs in your parish, Agent Broussard, why don’t you check my sister’s bag? Or is it okay for your agents to be racing around with guns while they’re buzzing on painkillers? Is it okay for her to work four months after she tried to slit her wrists with a f**king utility knife?”A chill washed across Jena’s shoulders. Who was this person? The brother she’d known her whole life would never try to throw her under the squad car.“We aren’t talking about your sister, who, by the way, is a skilled law-enforcement agent who took two bullets in the line of duty a few months ago, son.” Gentry’s voice was low, but serious. “We’re talking about you, an unemployed twenty four year old who had almost an ounce of an illegal synthetic drug stashed in his bedroom, not to mention what’s probably still in your system. All we’d need is one simple blood test.”Gentry paused. “We’re talking about jail time, Jackson. Do you understand what kind of trouble you could be in?”Time seemed to stretch into slow motion. Jackson turned like an enraged devil, tightened his fingers around Gentry’s throat, and squeezed. He moved so fast that Gentry wasn’t able to get his hands up to protect himself and was left trying to breathe and pry Jacks’s hands off at the same time. Jackson wasn’t nearly as strong as Gentry, so it had to be the drugs. Jena had heard stories of users having almost superhuman strength.She ran toward them, but Adam got there first. He kicked Jacks’s legs out from beneath him and, by the time her brother hit the floor, Meizel was kneeling on his back, one hand pressing his head against the tile. The handcuffs clicked shut with a loud scrape of metal, and Meizel jerked Jacks to his feet. It was over in a matter of seconds.All four of them stood still for a moment. Until Jacks, his chin bleeding from hitting the floor, began spewing more accusations at Jena, laced with a liberal dose of f-bombs. Then life sped up again. Meizel held one of Jacks’s arms while Gentry held the other. The deputy had started his Miranda by the time they’d gotten Jacks out the front door, shoving him toward the patrol car none too gently.

Susannah Sandlin

The bones said death was comin', and the bones never lied.Eva Savoie leaned back in the rocking chair and pushed it into motion on the uneven wide-plank floor of the one-room cabin. Her grand pere Julien had built the place more than a century ago, pulling heavy cypress logs from the bayou and sawing them, one by one, into the thick planks she still walked across ever day.She had never known Julien Savoie, but she knew of him. The curse that had stalked her family for three generations had started with her grandfather and what he'd done all those years ago.What he'd brought with him to Whiskey Bayou with blood on his hands.What had driven her daddy to shoot her mama, and then himself, before either turned forty-five.What had led Eva's brother, Antoine, to drown in the bayou only a half mile from this cabin, leaving a wife and infant son behind.What stalked Eva now.

Susannah Sandlin

There was something about a guy in a uniform most women found irresistible. Ceelie and Sonia had pondered this peculiar phenomenon over late-night glasses of moscato back in Nashville. They'd decided it had to be the belt and all the equipment that dangled from it when the guys walked, which not only was phallic but probably released extra sex pheromones into the air and turned women into nectar-seeking honeybees.

Susannah Sandlin

We can do slow and sweet later. I want you fast and rough, and I've been begging for a while now." She hooked a leg around his, bringing their bodies together as close as possible. "If you missed the memo, buddy, I've been trying to get you inside me half the day."With a low groan, he picked her up and lowered her to the bed, his mouth and tongue setting up a rhythm to match the fingers he slid inside her. "Not that," she said. "You. Now.""Bossy Cajun woman." He gave her a tousle-haired, lopsided grin as he rolled into the cradle of her thighs, positioning himself at her 'entrance...

Susannah Sandlin

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.

He smiled. "You didn't think we were going to follow orders from a psychopath and run scared, did you?

Nobody fucks with my girl."tLife snapped back into her mahogany-colored eyes. "I'm not your girl."t"But you will be.

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