Kate Meader Quotes & Sayings

We have gone zero days without a panties-dampening episode. — Kate Meader

Ah, hell. As had been demonstrated several times already this week, her brain was not the boss of her. — Kate Meader

She squeezed her thighs together, desperate for relief. Aiming for completion without doing something so deliberate as touching herself. Look ma, no hands! — Kate Meader

She'd fallen in love with a man who risked it all to stoke the embers of desire created that first night and turn those sparks into flames of love. Who saw what she couldn't because her heart was closed to the possibilities. Who respected and cherished all she was.

Ford "Killer" Callaghan slayed her every time, and she was happy to die in his arms every night. — Kate Meader

Molly Cade, you could be wearing a White Sox shirt, a Yankees thong, and a Packers Cheesehead and I would still want to do you."
She sighed. "Such a romantic. — Kate Meader

His anger seemed out of proportion to the crime. Men. Give them an orgasm and they want ... well, probably more orgasms. — Kate Meader

Expected a bit more skin, Almeida." She punctuated that with a pointed glance at the shorts area. The man had promised Speedos.
"Think Chicago's seen enough of me, don't you?"
Chicago might have, but Kinsey most definitely had not. — Kate Meader

Just because you were inside me does not make us betrothed, you Neanderthal jerk. — Kate Meader

Are you telling me that men are compelled by the mere fact of their gender to choose violence as their first resort?"
"Partly. It satisfies our sense of justice, it makes us feel good, and it always improves our odds with women. — Kate Meader

That's right, baby. Scratch me up. Make your mark. I wanna look at my body later and know who I belong to. — Kate Meader

A strong but gentle grip on her nape had pulled her back to make the acquaintance of a warm slab of granite. Callused fingers held her neck while a blunt hand fanned her hip, locking her into position against something hard and hot.
It could have been anyone, but after just one afternoon of Flynn-spun intimacy, her body knew its owner. — Kate Meader

I'm cheerful because the alternative is to see obstacles everywhere and expect people will hurt you. I choose to live in full color. I choose to say hey there to the hotties, fuck off to the haters, tell lovers how I want it, and people how it shall be. — Kate Meader

She cracked a sexy smile with a side of condescension. "Jack, I'm not looking to know you."
No, she wasn't, unless you counted biblically. She was looking for the guy who indiscriminately dated and bedded famous women. A guy whose life could be reduced to adjectives, most of them unflattering. That guy. — Kate Meader

It's more common for people to get fire tattoos. Symbols of passion, transformation, change. But I wanted smoke because it's what remains. After the fire, after everything is destroyed, you're left with smoke and ash. You've gotta make somethin' out of it. — Kate Meader

Shut it, Flynn. Just ... oh God, you've been impossible to evict, because possession is nine-tenths of the law. You're inside me. A part of me. But you pulled me close with one hand and crushed my heart with the other, and I can't go through that again. — Kate Meader

It didn't get much more patriotic than sex in a Chevy on the Fourth of July. God bless America. — Kate Meader

He was perfectly formed, all steel flesh, so beautiful naked that it simply hurt to look at him. But she suspected it would hurt more when she no longer could. — Kate Meader

She should pull away, even though she had begged for it with her smart mouth. She should punish him for every crime he'd perpetrated. For being too good-looking, too sexy, too everything. But the kiss was like him - just too damn good. Warm and brutal, providing answers to questions she never knew she had. He teased with his tongue along the seam of her mouth, seeking that last nudge of acceptance as if it was his God-given right.
She parted her lips, and like a predator hinged on her threshold, he took. — Kate Meader

Flynn was kissing her again, not to help her forget but to force her to remember. Everything he had meant to her then. Everything he meant to her now. How he always had been, and forever would be, her world. — Kate Meader

Stop trying to rationalize this, man. There is no scenario here that ends with you between this woman's thighs. — Kate Meader

A nice note, Addy? You're calling the best orgasms we've ever had nice?"
She canted her head, wryness in the motion. "Speak for yourself, Callaghan. — Kate Meader

Hauling a deep, make-me-feel-sexy breath, she
pinned on what she hoped was a coquettish smile, turned as smoothly as her bulky gown allowed, and found her previously pleasure-filled sightline newly blocked by sixfoot- and-change of home-grown Texas assholery.
This particular example happened to have thick, wavy
hair as dark as his heart, deep, soulful eyes as blue as the garter still circling her thigh, and a face that made angels weep. Probably after he'd screwed them senseless, knocked them up, and abandoned them with a wink and a smile. — Kate Meader

Had she really just said "lady lips" out loud? This was not their standard repartee around the office. — Kate Meader

She pushed him back to the desk, poking his chest.
I may punch you, bite you, crush your nuts between my thighs. It's going to be the best hate sex I've ever had. And your survival is not my first concern. — Kate Meader

You always have my attention. When you're in the room, you're my sun. — Kate Meader

Stop twisting what I'm saying. It's not how you start, it's where you end up. This is where we are now and it's worth fighting for. — Kate Meader

Watching him walk over, Alex mused that Eli Cooper was the sort of man who knew how to use his physicality. Beneath his handmade shirts and tailored suits, a street fighter hummed through every loose-limbed motion. But that impression did not extend to his face, which was structurally perfect. Skyscraper-high cheekbones. Superhero jaw. A mouth that should have a government warning. There were no signs of past trouble with a jealous husband or an abandoned girlfriend. No one had ever broken his nose. No one had busted his lip.
Strange, because her first instinct on seeing him was to roundhouse kick him into the next millennium. — Kate Meader

It's a two-way street," Emma murmured, her words soft, but fierce at once. "Sometimes you have to take what you need and hope the other person can handle the invasion."
"Invasion?"
"That's what love is, isn't it? Families, friends, lovers. It's an invasion of each other's space, minds, hearts. Someone's always jockeying for control. For it to truly work, there has to be equality. Each side has to be strong enough to handle it."
Invasion. An oddly perfect way to describe it. "Yet again, I ask, who are you, Emma Strickland? — Kate Meader

They're a slow-moving lot, reporters. Slothlike. Weighed down by all that righteous indignation about the freedom of the press and the public's right to know, not to mention the liquid lunches they see as their constant due. Go out now and you're playing right into their grasping, ink-stained hands." He cocked an ear to the door. "I'm doing my best to protect your reputation here. It wouldn't do to have a serving wench caught in a compromising position with the lord of the manor."
"You don't have the cleavage to make a good serving wench, Eli. — Kate Meader

Wyatt Fox. It suited him. Clean, masculine, not a syllable wasted. Like James Bond, if 007 included cowboy-marine-firefighter in his stable of personae.
Fox.

Wyatt Fox. License to thrill - and send your panties plummeting. — Kate Meader

Male appreciation hardened his features from doubt to certainty. Boobs, the best negotiation strategy of them all. She thanked the Lord and her genetics for her great rack. — Kate Meader

Yes, it's me, your PA, now your stripper for the evening. How do you do? — Kate Meader

I don't think we've met," he said in all seriousness, and her body's reaction to that voice confirmed his lie. Her body knew that voice like a snake knew its charmer. — Kate Meader

Don't ever claim to be fast, Kilroy. No woman wants to hear that. — Kate Meader

Find 'em hot, leave 'em wet," he murmured.
"Well known firefighter maxim. — Kate Meader

I've got you, he whispered.
With strong hands, he raised her body, her lips to his, and the resulting union streaked through her like fire. Their mouths might be made for sniping, but mostly they were made for this. Better they should be used for this. A perfect melding of lips and tongues, the tangle so sweet, the chemistry so right.
I've got you. For the first time in what seemed like forever, someone had her. — Kate Meader

What do you think for dinner? I know it's important I don't show you up." Something soft and red filled his lust-hazed vision. "With this first one, I can't wear a bra because it's backless ... " She swapped it out for something dark. " ... but this second one is a little low-cut. Bra or no bra?"
Think, man, think. The fate of the universe depended on the answer to this question. — Kate Meader

I'm just a simple guy. I love beer, sex, and hockey. I hate liars, Sting, and art that doesn't have people in it. - Luke Almeida — Kate Meader

But that kiss did more than turn her into a puddle of lust. It terrified her. Not because of how soul-searingly good it was, but because kisses like that don't just happen. Kisses like that implied history and connection and bone-deep knowledge, and it made her question everything that had existed between them before. — Kate Meader

Who needs the fairy tale when crazy, messy, sexy reality with the woman I adore is a million times better? — Kate Meader

Girl walked into a bar, hooked up her destiny. — Kate Meader

Knowing what she did to him made her feel powerful, just as knowing what he did to her made her feel weak. — Kate Meader

Straight talk is a virtue. Dirty talk is a goddamn blessing. — Kate Meader

So this was where jock straps went to die. — Kate Meader

This pride of yours, it's admirable as all get-out, but there has to come a point in your life where you admit you need a hand. Pain might be necessary, but suffering is optional. Are you going to let me be the fucking man here and help my woman? — Kate Meader

And the dancing? Was that your gift to the world? Because if so, I hope you kept the receipt. — Kate Meader

I could just as easily have taken the train.
He shut his eyes, just long enough for a movie of a Tess-induced train riot to screen on the backs of his eyelids. Fists flying, teeth broken, friendships destroyed as men vied to get closer to her lush body barely covered in that incendiary French maid outfit.
And now he was turning hard again. — Kate Meader

Her cousin had clearly found a kindred penis in Jack Kilroy. — Kate Meader

This is what she hated about hot guys. That warm and fuzzy feeling she got when one of them anointed her as worthy. — Kate Meader

That voice. It couldn't be.
She turned.
The Marine.
Her brain tried to compute the man before her. The same uncompromising blue-gray eyes, but more distant. The same fit body, but more space filling. The same rugged features, but more bearded.

Bearded! — Kate Meader

I would have unleashed my secret weapon." She leaned in and whispered, "Operation Feel the Beard."

"That's your secret weapon?" He felt his beard every day, and he could say with 100 percent certainty that it was fairly low on his list of ways into his good graces. "I think you're overestimating the beard, Hollywood. Now if you were to feel another part of - "

She felt his beard. Sweet effen Christmas. — Kate Meader

What would it be like to be caught in the emotional crosshairs of a man like Luke Almeida? To belong to him, body and soul? The prospect warmed her some. Scared her more. With Luke, she suspected there would be no half measures. — Kate Meader

Gripping her wrists, he pinned her tight to the vanity. "That sex as a weapon thing can only get you so far, Tess."
Wanna bet? "I'm not damaged, cowboy. I don't have hang-ups about my body, I don't use sex to mask my problems" - much - "and right now, if you don't touch me in some very hot, very wet places, I might die. — Kate Meader

The words hung in the air like dense weighted objects
waiting to crash. Her breath hung with it. He should have frozen, pushed her away, anything but what he did.
He kissed her gently on the top of her head.
Tears welled in her eyes, and she burrowed closer into the safety of all that warm skin. He was naked, yet she was the one completely and utterly exposed. — Kate Meader

Emma Strickland was not who she seemed. He intended to find out more, unlock whatever secrets she was keeping inside her sexy halter and shiny hot pants. Without removing her sexy halter and shiny hot pants, because that would be wrong. With a capital W. — Kate Meader

Falling in love with you was the easiest thing I've ever done. Falling is easy. Staying that way is hard. But I've been choosing hard all my life, so why the hell would the life I make with the woman who completes me be any different? I love you like a madman. You're the air I breathe, my next heartbeat, and I'm never letting go. — Kate Meader

You're going to need more than an average kissing game to get with me, Cross."
"Nothin' average about that kiss."
She sighed. "Don't beg. It's so unTexan. — Kate Meader

Trying's good. Trying's sexy," Gage murmured against Brady's ear. "Now try telling me what you need. — Kate Meader

Thank you, Dad. Thank you for pissing me off so much that it made me strong and beautiful. — Kate Meader

She had shaved above the knee, packed her suitcase with her skimpiest lingerie, and the instructions on the Sexy Weekend Fun Box said, "Just Add Texan." What she had not expected was Hunter putting her on a Tex-free diet. — Kate Meader

Had she mentioned she liked a guy with big hands? — Kate Meader

Admit you're jealous, Emma."
"Never," she said defiantly.
"Just your nipples then. They're pouting. — Kate Meader

The human brain was, on the whole, a marvelous thing. It worked perfectly from the day you were born until the moment you needed it to ace an exam or resist the show-and-tell of Flynn Cross's dick. — Kate Meader

He looked like he might break out into an irate merengue any minute. Patrick Swayze reincarnated. — Kate Meader

Everywhere Gage looked, his fingers itched to touch and his brain raced to keep up. A snake coiled beneath his right pec, an eagle took flight over his left. Stars, numbers, and Celtic symbols fought for real estate. Gage would need weeks to explore the storied terrain of Brady's body.
Better put in for some vacation time now. — Kate Meader

tee that stretched taut against his powerful — Kate Meader

What can I do to get you out of your shirt today, Luke?
Her voice held a husky, wheeler-dealer tone, the kind of voice for which he was likely to do anything. He imagined that voice whispering in his ear, issuing wicked orders, making him hard as steel. — Kate Meader

Pucker up, Hollywood. By the time I'm finished with you, the neighbors are gonna need a cigarette. — Kate Meader

He was the hottest guy she had ever
seen, so out of her league they hadn't invented his league yet. It was like Future League of Hot Guys We Can't Place Because They're Too Fucking Hot. — Kate Meader

But you just got laid. Very well, I might add. Isn't that enough to tide you over for a while?"
"Maybe for a woman. But if a man doesn't use the goods, they shrivel up - "
She rolled her eyes.
" - and now that I've realized what I've been missing, and you've done such a great job getting me back up on the horse, for which I'm immensely grateful, then I think I'm ready to spread my wings." He motioned to the wing spreading area. His groin. "This really shouldn't go to waste, now, should it? — Kate Meader

He fell to his knees.
Oh, that was good. — Kate Meader

She stood almost a foot shorter than him, but that had never been a problem, given most of their conversations had been horizontal. The years had filled out her curves, and she wore those few extra pounds of plush well, especially below the flare of her hips. The ass that dethroned JLo, or some shit. Her shapely figure had its own press corps.

A woman like this was built to be bedded, and often. — Kate Meader

He'd never answered the text from his brother last night because he was otherwise occupied getting a gorgeous stranger off on an open-air balcony in the middle of downtown Chicago. You couldn't make this shit up.
Penthouse, check your mail. — Kate Meader

She leaned in, a tip she had read today on HuffPo's Love & Sex section. Boobs out, smile wide, voice low.
Being sexy was exhausting. — Kate Meader

How about some hot chocolate, Mrs. C?" Beck asked. "Warm those crabby old bones of yours." "Let's hope you're hung, young man, because you're certainly not charming. — Kate Meader

Alexandra, I can handle my own fucking cock."

Stitch that on a pillow. — Kate Meader

Most guys would be happy to have a woman so vocal about her desires," he said in a voice several degrees huskier than before. "Half the time, we have no clue if a woman is enjoying herself."
"Really?"
"Not me. Just trying to represent for my maligned gender. — Kate Meader

The only good deed I'll be doing tonight is for the angels."
"The angels?"
"Haven't you heard? Every time I make you come, an angel gets his wings."
Brady dropped his smoky gaze to Gage's mouth for a beat. "We really need to leave. Now. — Kate Meader

Well, screw this daddy complex shit. 100ccs of Madonna girl power needed STAT! — Kate Meader

If she wanted to bang every waiter and bellman on the Mexican Riviera, she would do so with dildos on. No one said her rebound(s) had to be classy. — Kate Meader

From time immemorial we've been cleaning up after male messes. When a man does it for a woman, it's called being rescued. When a woman does it for a man, it's housework. — Kate Meader

Her head felt like miniature construction workers had taken up residence. Along with jackhammers and pneumatic drills, they were now whistling at passing women and yelling "Hey, baby!" She made the pledge of hung-over idiots everywhere: I'm never drinking again. — Kate Meader

My motto has always been: a hard man is good to find." Tess gave Hunter's unflinching bicep a gentle squeeze, claiming it and the man for her own. "And never let the bride stand in the way of me and my hard man. — Kate Meader

He fingered her nape, massaging his sensual intent. I'll give you whatever you want whenever you want it. Any time of day, you need relief, just crook your finger and I'll crook mine. Against you, inside you, deep as you need it. If I'm not around, text me and I'll come, ready to make you come. For one week, I'll fulfill every fantasy on demand and get you off so many times we'll break records. — Kate Meader