Kylie Scott Quotes & Sayings

God, you are so beautiful"
Ali's eyes skittered off, nervous with his praise.
"Say thank you," he prompted.
"Thank you."
"Say, kiss me."
A smile curved her perfect mouth. He saw starts, dots dancing through his field of vision. This woman made his knees weak. Thank God he wasn't standing.
"Kiss me," she said.
"Whatever you want. — Kylie Scott

There were knives on a rack on the kitchen wall, many shiny bright knives all in a row. It would be so easy just to throw the odd one at him and see what I could hit. — Kylie Scott

You know you can fly. If you can't, imagine the thrill of the fall. — Kylie Scott

Why can't you give me a straight answer?"
"Why can't you ride me like a pony?" He scowled straight back at her, unrepentant. "Don't pretty girls like ponies? I thought they did. — Kylie Scott

Nothing in me didn't belong to him, whether I wanted it or not. — Kylie Scott

So why don't you take your little caveman jealous tantrum bullshit somewhere else. See, I do this funny thing I like to refer to as whatever the fuck I want. Understand?" He — Kylie Scott

Love isn't always smooth or straightforward. It can be messy and painful ... Doesn't mean it isn't still the most incredible thing that can ever happen to you. — Kylie Scott

Do you know what you want to do?" "No. Not really." "But you know what you don't want to do?" "Yes," I answered definitely. "Then there's your starting point. — Kylie Scott

Self-respect, self-preservation, both of these things. And because you being willing to put up with my love is not good enough. Not even remotely. I'm not going to be your regular live-in fuck buddy, Jimmy, exclusive or not. Your whole offer is soul destroying. — Kylie Scott

It will never belong in a Hallmark card, but I drove a car into a house and killed a man for you. You chained me up for days and I still wanted to come back and talk over our darkly sordid, slightly kinky, and a lot warped relationship. Face it, you're stuck with me. — Kylie Scott

Hello, Anne's clitoris. It's me, Malcolm, your lord and master."
"Oh, god, no." I covered my face with my hands. "Please don't."
"Shh. This is a private conversation." He brushed hot, feverish kisses up and down the lips of my sex. My stomach tensed so hard it hurt. "Look at you all pretty, pink, and excited. Don't worry, I'll look after you. — Kylie Scott

I stepped away from the wall and tried to put on a happy face. It didn't work. "Hi."
"She says that so well." Mal turned to me and winked. — Kylie Scott

It couldn't have been Eric. I'm pretty sure he couldn't even find a computer's on switch, let alone write actual emails on a regular basis. It took him forever just to learn how to spell his own name." Eric — Kylie Scott

You're a friend of Ev's and Lauren's. We talked. I tackled you. We rolled around on the floor together. It was a real bonding experience. — Kylie Scott

Hands down, that's the most romantic thing I've ever heard. I can pretty much feel my legs just falling wide open for you right now. — Kylie Scott

The light in his eyes was like the sun rising. My knees trembled and my heart quaked. It was powerful and beautiful and perfect. — Kylie Scott

Hey, you were into him for over two years. I'm allowed to feel a little vulnerable and insecure about the fuckface. Stop trying to stunt my emotional growth, Anne. — Kylie Scott

I placed my hand on his chest. "You don't need to worry about Reece."
"I know, I know. He's nothing compared to my magnificence." His fingers stroked mine and his eyes softened. "But just out of curiosity, how do you feel about getting my name tattooed on your forehead? — Kylie Scott

Warm breath hit my most secret female flesh. Okay, enough fancy talk, it was my vagina. — Kylie Scott

You are a constant fucking delight. I don't think anyone could ever doubt that. — Kylie Scott

Adam," she panted. "I thought you wanted to see the lights."
"Yeah, they're real nice. Wonder if I could make you come just by playing with your nipples? What do you think, princess? — Kylie Scott

I needed Malcolm Ericson in my life right now. Hell, after the last seven years I needed him. He brought out the sun. "Yeah," he whispered. And then he kissed me and ruined everything. — Kylie Scott

No wonder so many marriages ended in divorce. Marriage sucked and husbands were the worse. — Kylie Scott

Yeah, you're right. I'm a real misunderstood sweetheart. — Kylie Scott

This is your life now?" "Guess so." "Huh," I said, summing up the situation perfectly. "Why don't you go back to LA?" Blue eyes watched me warily and he didn't answer at first. "My wife lives in Portland. — Kylie Scott

I'm sorry I fucked things up. I thought if we could just stay the same, then everything would be all right and you'd never want to leave. But I didn't give you what you needed and it all went to shit." His beautiful blue eyes shone suspiciously bright. "I'm sorry. I don't want anybody else. You're everything to me, Lena. I've never felt this way about anyone. I need you to know that. You gotta understand that, okay? — Kylie Scott

The first male to pee on me, however, would pay with his balls. — Kylie Scott

my oral sex skills are off the chart. I know all about getting dirty down under. Let me show you, pretty please? — Kylie Scott

My heart had made its decision and there was no going back. Still, it was hard not to be all bitter and betrayed over his announcement. I didn't even have the luxury of being able to get blind rotten drunk. And believe me, dealing with all this sober sucked. — Kylie Scott

What's under here?" He toyed with the hem of my shirt.
"You've forgotten already?"
He dragged my T-shirt over my head and tossed it aside. "Oh, breasts. Best present ever. Thanks, pumpkin. — Kylie Scott

Give him to me," said Anne. "Not everybody wants to French kiss the dog, Mal." The blond, heavily tattooed man grinned, handing the fur baby over. "But he's a great kisser. I taught him myself. — Kylie Scott

Fortunately, my care factor was now dangerously close to fuck-it levels. — Kylie Scott

I'm the drummer for Stage Dive." Mat set the crazily expensive camera on the seat beside him. "You can't order me around, child bride."
"It's so cute that you think that's still funny, calling me child bride." From her back jean pocket, Ev pulled out her cell. "Am I calling Anne to tattle on you for refusing to give Jimmy and Lena some privacy or not?"
"You wouldn't dare."
Her fingers moved across the screen. "Oh, I think I would."
David and Ben chuckled in ther manly way, but did as told and went back into the recording studio. They clearly weren't messing with the girl.
A second later, Mal followed. "I do not like you women all being friends. This is not okay."
"And you should tell your grilfriend all about it when you see her tonight. I'd love to know what she says." With a final wave, Ev followed him back inside the mixing room or whatever it was called. — Kylie Scott

Anything with the ability to reduce my world-weary husband to a stammering mess while giving him such pleasure deserved a serious time investment. — Kylie Scott

So, what, you put out date three or four? There about?"
I stopped, staring at him with absolute wonder. "Do I ask you how often you jerk off, Jimmy?"
"Least once a day, lately." He threw the information out there like it didn't even matter. "My libido kind of disappeared there for a while but it's back with a vengeance now. You're probably right on with the dating idea because if I don't get something soon I'm gonna break my fucking wrist. — Kylie Scott

What to go out with me tonight after work, Vaughan?"
... "You asking me out on a date, Lydia?"
"Yes," I said. "I am."
"Babe, I'd love to." His hand rose to the back of my neck, stroking, drawing me closer. Hot damn, did he have the moves. The man turned my mind to mush.
"Something you need to know," he said. "Before tonight."
"What's that?"
"I put out on the first date," he told me with a perfectly straight face. "That okay with you?"
"Oh, I'm counting on it" ... "I mean ... it would have been so awkward if you expected me to respect you for your mind or something. Yikes, how embarrassing. Between you and me, I'm really only interested in getting into your pants."
The corner of his mouth twitched.
"I'm sure you're a nice guy and all, but, priorities, you know?"
"I know." The man's smile would have made a nun think twice. I never stood a chance. — Kylie Scott

Wait, was that Mal Ericson from Stage Dive?
Fuck a duck, it was. — Kylie Scott

You can have my time, and you can have my attention," he said, words slow and deliberate. "Sweetheart, you can have whatever the fuck you want, I promise. Whatever you need. No more holding back, no more fear. And if you still feel you have to get on that plane tonight, then we're doing it together. — Kylie Scott

David had apparently been busy writing more songs about the glory of doing his wife.
Ah, true love and stuff. — Kylie Scott

Do not make me fuck you against this door, Lydia."
Everything inside me squeezed tight. "God, that sounds good. Let's do that."
"Shit. — Kylie Scott

Qualified or not, I was all he had. — Kylie Scott

You wouldn't believe how hard it was, keeping my eyes on his face. The struggle was real. — Kylie Scott

Oh, yeah. You're the best," I grinned back at him.
"Pumpkin, hello. Of course I am! — Kylie Scott

I'll sleep with Anne."
"No, you won't."
"Yes, I will." He raised a hand high. "For I am, Malcolm, Lord of the Sex! — Kylie Scott

Then, yeah, of course I've given this a lot of thought. I've been thinking about your pussy constantly, what it looks like, what it tastes like, how it'll feel." He towered over me, half naked and dripping wet. The dripping-wet part was definitely going around. "Why do you think I was on Ben's couch last night? No one else I wanna fuck. It's gotta be you. — Kylie Scott

As eyebrows went, Nell's lest one was particularly vocal. — Kylie Scott

Relax - they can't see a thing." He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, slowly increasing the pressure, tugging lightly until she gave a breathy moan. The one noise that ensured there would be no blood left for his brain at all. "I promise you, they have no idea how sensitive your gorgeous tits are. Nor are they aware of how much you like having them played with. — Kylie Scott

Forget the past, I was going to do my thing (whatever that was) and be happy. Decision made. — Kylie Scott

So this was what having friends involved. Maybe I should just get a pet rock or something. A plant, maybe. Anything incapable of answering back. Once — Kylie Scott

If she means something to you, you gotta do the woo, son. You can't just be trying to stick it in. — Kylie Scott

Opened my eyes, rolling my head in his direction. "Do something for me?" I asked. "What?" "If you honestly believe there's a chance I had sex with Eric tonight, be a good boy and shove that guitar where the sun doesn't shine." His — Kylie Scott

He might as well be dressed in furs and carrying a spear, presenting me with the boar he'd caught for dinner. Ah, good old-fashioned Stone Age romance. — Kylie Scott

Fuck he was beautiful, inside and out, and he would never be mine. That information sat sure and safe inside of me, turning me to stone because it was utterly undeniable. But I was still expected to stay here, be with him, and support him, the job I both did and didn't want with all of my heart. — Kylie Scott

Why are you here?" I reached back behind my head and grabbed his wrists, stilling him. "Ben?"
"Because apparently I'm shit at staying away from you."
"Then I guess we have a problem." Our fingers meshed, holding on tight.
"That's putting it fucking mildly. — Kylie Scott

your dark parts don't scare me, Jimmy. They never did. — Kylie Scott

Seriously, honey," I said. "Your manners are appalling. Go fuck yourself. — Kylie Scott

It's fate, Anne. Written in the stars. Leave it the fuck alone. — Kylie Scott

What do I taste like?"
"Well, like honey and cream and ... I dunno, bread?"
I scrunched up my nose. "Bread?"
"Yes. Sexy bread that I could eat all the time because you are so delicious and full of wholegrain goodness. — Kylie Scott

No way. I still get these horrible flashbacks of that night and wake up crying, terrified that some sexed-up howler monkey is going to attack me. — Kylie Scott

None other than Malcolm Ericson, drummer for worldwide renowned rock group Stage Dive, had somehow shacked up with my sister. My quiet, calm, color-within-the-lines-or-else sister. — Kylie Scott

You're dying to meet my needs. You can't look away from my luscious half-naked body. The minute I opened the door you were pawing at me. It was like you were in heat or something. — Kylie Scott

Verbally sparring with Jimmy was fast becoming more fun than I'd had with most other men naked. Which was sad. Real sad. — Kylie Scott

Life's a song, Anne. Let's play. — Kylie Scott

Alone meant absolutely no one giving me shit, involving me in shit, or generally being a shit. Alone didn't care what you wore or how many days it'd been since you washed your hair or shaved your pits. Alone accepted you exactly how you were. It never lied to me or let you down. For all of these reasons and more, I loved alone. We'd probably wed. — Kylie Scott

Why does it always come down to sex with women in the media? — Kylie Scott

The anger or tension or whatever it was disappeared from his face and he gave me a thoughtful look. He didn't smile. Didn't even come close to it. But for just a moment, I wondered what it would take to make him. Curiosity was a killer. — Kylie Scott

So, Lena, darling, tell me, for curiosity's sake. When do you put out?"
...
"Jimmy, my love," I said, my voice soft and sweet, "I don't fuck a guy until he has the balls to actually man up and talk to me about his feelings. — Kylie Scott

Then his lips curved into a small droll smile. And that smile? It was lovely. Wonder — Kylie Scott

Ben was a man living his dream. As if anyone could compete with that. Maybe he'd liked the idea of me. Reality was, however, there'd never been room for me in his life. — Kylie Scott

I am a vicious and unrepentant killer who should be locked up. With him, my idiot boyfriend. — Kylie Scott

I'm not going to give my love a set of flimsy fucking brushes, am I? Only long, hard, phallic shaped things will do for a girl of her appetites. — Kylie Scott

Aah, man. Forty-one was far too fucking old for love at first sight.
He might as well throw himself at her feet and be done with it. — Kylie Scott

He'd smashed my heart, thrown me out, and moved on with being the rock 'n' roll bad boy.
"Fuck him," I whispered. — Kylie Scott

How could you have bought that girl, chained her up and yet still have managed to persuade her to give you a chance? I mean, how the f*** did you pull that off? — Kylie Scott

We've broken my bed," I said, stating the obvious.
"In battle, sacrifices must be made, pumpkin. — Kylie Scott

You asked me this morning in the car if I thought you were scary. The answer is yes. You scare me shitless. I don't know what I'm doing here. But I hate the thought of leaving you. — Kylie Scott

You forgive me?" he asked, trailing hot kisses down my neck.
"Yes. But don't do it again. And don't stop kissing me."
"Got it. Let me apologize to you properly. Let me kiss you between the legs." Strong hands cupped my ass, pressing me against his erection. "I wanna lick you, Lena."
"You like doing that, don't you?" I asked, a little amazed. Past boyfriends had not rated the experience highly.
"Fuck yes. I love having you squirming against my face, rubbing your pussy on me. — Kylie Scott

You know, I honestly can't decide if your ego is repulsive or just impressive. — Kylie Scott

Shit gets broken, no matter, play on. — Kylie Scott

Do you actually state what a pain in the ass I am in these songs?"
"Not those words exactly. No." He chuckled, his good humour returned. "You don't want me to lie and say everything's always fucking unicorns and rainbows, do you?"
"Maybe. Yes. People are going to know these are about me. I have a reputation as a constant delight to protect. — Kylie Scott

You can't affect what people think Lena. THey wanna think the worst, they will. I'm not wasting energy trying to make everyone happy. I have enough on my hands just keeping my own shit together. — Kylie Scott

People fucking love their own opinions and are all too happy to throw 'em at you, whether you ask or not. You have to be happy with yourself. — Kylie Scott

I shoveled popcorn into my mouth, watching him instead of the posters. — Kylie Scott

Trust me, never mock a romance book," said Mal with all the zest of a manic street preacher. "You have no idea the amount of good they can do for you between the sheets and on the streets. If you love you girl? Buy her books. — Kylie Scott

Sometimes things that make the least sense are the most true. Such is the mystery of life. — Kylie Scott

Don't make me kill you at this hour in the morning Jimmy. It's not civilized. — Kylie Scott

She's the girl you put a baby in, asshole. And if she's been going through half the shit Lena's been dealing with, then you are just about the lowest cunt I've come across in a long time for making her do it alone. — Kylie Scott

I don't want to take your freedom. I just want a place in your world. An important one. — Kylie Scott

Things as I knew them were just props.My happiness needed to come from me.I could build my own home,make a future for myself.Not rely on someone else to come along and magically make me feel like I had worth,as if I belonged.I could be strong on my own. — Kylie Scott

How far did we go that night?"
His gaze dropped to the neck of my tank top and the curves of my breasts. "Second base"."
"Shirt on?"
"Off. We were both topless. Topless cuddles are best." He watched as I absorbed the information, his face close to mine.
"Bra?"
"Absolutely not. — Kylie Scott

I was only twenty-five, much to young to die. Probably about the right age to become a complete hypochondriac, however. — Kylie Scott

[He] carefully put a funky-looking pair of reading glasses on her. "There we go. How are they?"
She blinked experimentally, peering around the room. "Good, I think. Thank you."
"Wear them the next time we f***. That would be thanking me."
"Aww. You say the sweetest things."
"Don't I? — Kylie Scott

You're giving him a place to belong, things to plan for, a life outside of all of this. Idiot didn't even realize he needed it, but he does. You're grounding him. No one else has given him that in a long time. — Kylie Scott

Sounds great. Let me grab a quick shower." "Good idea. I'll wash your back," he said, following me into the living room. "Why don't you keep Lizzy company?" "Why don't I keep you company?" His voice dropped in volume. "I could clean that special place for you with my tongue. Promise I'll do a good job. — Kylie Scott

I think I'm going to start charging you extra for lies. Someone needs to pay for the stain on my soul. — Kylie Scott

It's good to see you relax." He leaned in closer. "Between you and me, you can be a little high strung sometimes." "Which is completely cool and super-desirable, thank you very much." "Abso-fucking-lutely." The laughter in his eyes was beatific. — Kylie Scott

Dicks don't have brains. It's why men get into trouble — Kylie Scott

Pumpkin, stop rubbing your ass against me. We gotta go! I don't have time to do you now. Prioritize, woman. — Kylie Scott

Truth be told, my emergency escape plan was a little flawed. At least I'd made it over the fence. — Kylie Scott

It's not fair that you remember and I don't."
"No," he said, his voice hard, cold, in a way I hadn't heard it. He looked over at me, jaw set. "It's not fair that I remember and you don't, Evelyn. — Kylie Scott