Ruthie Knox Quotes & Sayings

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. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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

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. — Ruthie Knox

After I left here on Saturday, I decided never to see you again."
He was sliding the frittata under the broiler, so she could only see his profile, but damn if he didn't appear to be smirking.
"I know that, darling. It wounds my pride you won't go out with me, but I can console myself with the knowledge that when you do see me, you can't keep your knickers on for ten minutes running."
She threw her cookie at him, feigning indignation. "You bastard! Are you calling me easy?"
"I like you easy. Besides, you're not to blame. Who'd want to wear wet knickers? — Ruthie Knox

She was in awe of him, impressed by his lack of fear, smitten with his bee-geekery. — Ruthie Knox

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

I'm a thoroughly respectable woman."
"You don't kiss like one. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

Was that some kind of romantic declaration, disguised as a filthy pirate sex offer? — Ruthie Knox

Sometimes I can't think of anything but every wrong thing I've ever done. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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

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. — Ruthie Knox

Her heart squeezed hard, her inner asshole chastising her, Stupid, stupid, and then it happened all at once. A bright flash of anger - at herself, at every movie and TV show and magazine, every insidious cultural message that had ever told her that her body sucked. It was all a bunch of lies, and she knew that. She knew it. But here she was, letting it ruin everything. Stop — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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? — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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? — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

He was a terrible white knight, but she didn't seem to care. — Ruthie Knox

You're not Adam, asshole. You're the snake. — Ruthie Knox

I want him to have everything, but all he has is me. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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

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

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 — Ruthie Knox

He was claiming her, marking her with his touch, but she didn't feel possessed so much as she felt protected. Cherished. Wanted. The unaccustomed intimacy of it rendered her fragile, vulnerable as a robin's egg. Somehow with him it was all right. He wouldn't take advantage. City was one of the good guys. — Ruthie Knox

I've reformed. The kissing is sort of a holdover."
"Don't reform. I like you bad. — Ruthie Knox

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

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

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

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. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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

I didn't know you owned clothes with colors."
"I have a few things that aren't black."
"Of course you do, darling. Only all the ones I've seen are very small, and I get to take them off with my teeth. You've trained me to salivate at the sight of color, like one of Pavlov's dogs. Your top is making me very hungry. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

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

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 — Ruthie Knox

He tasted deliciously of bacon. — Ruthie Knox

Like it when she spouted off. I believe that's precisely what he's blamed for. — Ruthie Knox

He wanted to hold the love tight to himself, protect it from harm, but he knew better now. That wasn't how love worked. You found it, if you were lucky, and you gave it away, and you took whatever came back to you, the good and the bad together.
He would love her right now, and for as long as she let him, and take the consequences. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox

What's your name?" she asked.
He laughed. "Nev."
She sat up suddenly, bracing her elbows on the bed. "Short for Neville?"
It was the world's dorkiest name. Nearly as bad as Rupert. "I never thought I'd be penetrated by a Neville." she said wonderingly. "Maybe a Colin, or a Simon but -"
"Shut up. — Ruthie Knox

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

Sweetheart," Sean said, "you are the farthest thing from terminally unfuckable I can possibly imagine. — Ruthie Knox

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. — Ruthie Knox