Sarina Bowen Quotes & Sayings

Jamie Canning was my first crush and my first love. But he was never mine to have. — Sarina Bowen

His eyes are so heavy-lidded I can only see a slit of silver gleaming down at me. Then he licks his lips, and a thrill shoots up my spine. I know that look. I love that look. Wes shoves his trousers down. His thick erection slaps my abs. "I want to touch you," I beg. "No." His tone is commanding. It only intensifies the thrill. "Gotta hold you down so you don't go running off again." He gives me another lingering kiss just to drive the point home. And when he finally releases my wrists, he's off the bed before I can reach for him. "Don't move," he whispers, and I go still, watching in near fascination as he charges across the room to where he dropped his wallet. He opens it, extracts one of his handy packets of travel lube, and returns to the bed. "Arms over your head. — Sarina Bowen

There's a reporter up my ass, and it's your fucking fault," he barked. There was a tense silence, and then I heard Coach chuckle. "Really?" He stood his ground, even though the other guy was practically spitting into his mouth. "That can't be true. Because I thought you had a team policy against taking anything up the ass. — Sarina Bowen

Show me, I beg. There's — Sarina Bowen

My trick is understanding that there aren't any tricks. You just have to wade through each moment as it comes. — Sarina Bowen

But hope is tricky. She sneaks up on you even in unpredictable locations. — Sarina Bowen

Trust me, I've still got it," I whisper as my mouth descends toward his cock. And I'm going to prove it to him. Show him how much I fucking love him, because I sure as shit can't tell him. I take a breath. His erection is millimeters away and it's mine. Tonight, he's mine. I grip his shaft and give it a light squeeze. He shudders in response, watching me. Waiting. — Sarina Bowen

Fuck, he'd looked good. Really good. All golden-boy California hotness, big and blond and sexy as fuck. With those soulful brown eyes - surprising on a blond guy. It's an understated sexiness, though. Jamie Canning never flaunted his looks in all the time I'd known him. Sometimes I think he's not even aware of how goddamn attractive he is. — Sarina Bowen

Wait. What?" I demand. He releases me with a wet pop. "You. Me. We're a thing, if I do you in my bed." "Says who?" My words are tough, but I've heated up faster than the top-of-the-line stove I spotted in his spiffy kitchen. "Says me. My bed is a temple. It's reserved for solo spanks. And girlfriends. — Sarina Bowen

cheerfully dragged me into the package store. (That's what you call a liquor store in Connecticut, — Sarina Bowen

I wrap my arms around him and hold on for as long as I dare.

I honestly don't know how I'm ever going to give him up when summer comes to an end. — Sarina Bowen

I thought you dumped him."

"Oh, I did. But not because I wanted to. I was just accepting the inevitable. He fell out of love with me, but you can't dump the weepy rape victim. So I did it for him. — Sarina Bowen

We're friends?"
"Are we?"
I smirk at her. "Would you rather I said 'former lovers? Or maybe soon-to-be-lovers-again?"
She smirks back. "In your dreams."
"Fuck, yes. Absolutely in my dreams. The wet kind." I reach over and cover her knee with my palm. "How about we make those dreams a reality — Sarina Bowen

Once upon a time we were briefly friends with benefits. Now we're just friends at a benefit. — Sarina Bowen

I was perfect," I said. "And I didn't even know."

"No," he whispered into my ear. "No, no. Perfect isn't real." I took a deep shaky breath and the feel of his strong arms around me began to feel steadying. "There's no more perfect, Callahan. Now there's only really damned good. — Sarina Bowen

Thank you for that selfless act of research on my behalf. — Sarina Bowen

Marriage under law is a union of equals," she — Sarina Bowen

Rather than answer, he just moans again. Low, agonized. Shit, he's desperate for it. I guess I would be too if I'd walked around all day with a plug rubbing on my prostate. I smooth my hand down his strong back, then lean in and plant a kiss between his shoulder blades as I withdraw again. "I like you like this," I murmur. "That sexy ass in the air. Having you at my mercy. Hearing you beg. — Sarina Bowen

I am not a snob, because I know opulence doesn't stamp out ignorance and unhappiness. — Sarina Bowen

Two seconds later, he's there. And I'm stretching out on him like a blanket, and jamming my tongue into his mouth. Jamie moans, but I'm too wrapped up in the taste of him to worry about it. I have my fingers in his hair and his hot, hard body under mine and it's everything I've ever wanted. He's not hating life, either. His hips roll beneath me, his cock bumping and scraping against mine. It aches. My balls are tight already. Rubbing off on him feels amazing, and I love that his sweet mouth is a prisoner of mine. But I don't want to come yet. — Sarina Bowen

At the teasing penetration, my hips jerk upward. Wes chuckles and eases his finger deeper, until the pad of it is stroking my prostate. My entire body trembles. Tingles. Burns. He spends a maddeningly long time torturing me with his mouth and finger - no, fingers. He's got two inside me now, rubbing that sensitive place and bringing white dots to my eyes. "Wes," I murmur. He raises his head. His gray eyes are smoky with desire. "Hmmm?" he says lazily. "Stop fucking teasing me and start fucking fucking me," I rasp. "Fucking fucking you? Did you really need two fuckings?" "One's an adverb and one's a verb." My voice is as tight as every muscle in my body. I'm about to go up in flames if he doesn't make me come. His laughter warms my thigh. "I love the English language, dude. It's so creative." "Are we really having this conversation right now?" I growl when his teeth sink into my inner thigh. His fingers are still lodged inside me, but no longer moving. — Sarina Bowen

Give me the D. You know you want to. — Sarina Bowen

It's been...interesting."
"Aw." He actually rolled his eyes. "Interesting? That's the review I get? I'm pretty sure the earth moved."
"Well..." My cheeks heated. "You're the farmer. It's your job to notice the earth. — Sarina Bowen

Summer's a total cocktease." He shrugs, repeating himself. "It always ends." He's right about that. Summer always ends. — Sarina Bowen

You'll stop if I don't like it?" My heart squeezes. "Of course." I lean over him and plant a reassuring kiss on his lips, then wink at him. "Just say ballsack if you want me to stop." A wave of laughter shudders through him. "Oh shit. I totally forgot about that. — Sarina Bowen

Blake Riley is a better man than anyone gives him credit for. And I'm ashamed of myself. I'm so fucking ashamed for ever believing that he was just a stupid jock who was incapable of being serious. — Sarina Bowen

We'd been so close all those years ago. My subconscious just couldn't get over the idea that we weren't anymore. — Sarina Bowen

There's a subtext, you know, 'Honey, I'm home' really means, 'take off your clothes and fuck me."

"I never knew that. — Sarina Bowen

My dick and I reached an understanding." "Yeah? And what's that?" I ask curiously. He shrugs. "We both like you. — Sarina Bowen

Lark: You got a phone??? I love the selfie.
Zach: I did. I've joined the 21st Century.
Lark: Does this mean you'll send me a dick pic later?
Zach: Let's not get carried away. — Sarina Bowen

I laugh hard enough to shake the mattress, but the poor man doesn't even notice. He's too busy grabbing a condom from the nightstand drawer. Too busy stroking his cock as he sheathes himself. Too busy guiding that huge dick to my entrance and falling forward onto one elbow. The penetration is swift. One second I'm achingly empty, the next I'm deliciously full. Blake moans against my neck and drives his hips forward. Then he retreats, a slow, torturous withdrawal until only his tip is inside me, an unbearable tease. My inner muscles clamp tight, trying to draw him in again, but he stays in that position for a moment, his gaze locking with mine. — Sarina Bowen

-Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?
-Any time I offer you food.
-Exactly. Gimme that. — Sarina Bowen

Why would you complicate our friendship?" I whispered. "Like it's so simple now?" He countered. — Sarina Bowen

The question now isn't whether I want to fool around with this man. The question is how I'm ever going to give it up. — Sarina Bowen

Thank you, Scarlet".
"For what? For being your Tuesday and Thursday girl?"
"For all seven days. Because I think of you on all of them". — Sarina Bowen

I wrap an arm around his waist. If I'm honest, I wanted this as much as the blowjob - the right to just touch him. To lean on him, skin to skin. — Sarina Bowen

I hold him as close as I dare. Even if my entire life goes to shit before breakfast tomorrow, I'll always have this night. — Sarina Bowen

When he finally goes still, I raise my head with a sigh. "Really, dude? That was like two seconds. You have the stamina of a pre-teen." His shoulders tremble as he rolls over on his side in hysterics. "I guess you've still got it," he chokes out between laughs. Climbing up the mattress, I ease in behind him, yanking his big body toward me. He stiffens for a second, then relaxes, his taut ass nestling against my groin, his back flush to my chest. — Sarina Bowen

His face is so close to my core that I feel the warm puff of air on my clit. I shiver in desire, then curse myself for feeling it. "Get up, you perv," I grumble, trying to shove my dress down. He locks both my hands with one of his. "Not until I get my kiss." A naughty gleam lights his eyes. "My lips are up here, asshole." The curve of his mouth widens, his smile becoming filthier and filthier. "You said a kiss, honey. But you never specified where. — Sarina Bowen

I bunch his hair between my fingers and tug his head up. "Get on your back." "Not done with you," he mumbles. "Trust me." His eyes gleam as he shifts onto his side. Then he grins and rolls over, propping his hands behind his head and awaiting my next move. The ache between my legs is unbearable, making it difficult to move. I order my shaky limbs to cooperate, and climb onto his muscular body, twisting around so that my butt is wiggling in his face and his massive erection is at eye level with me. "Fuck," he gasps. "Yeah, babe, that's what I like to see. — Sarina Bowen

My dragons took long naps on their chains and forgot to frighten me with their fiery roar. — Sarina Bowen

Everybody has their shit to shovel,Callahan.Everybody.Now,yours is right up front where everybody can see it.I don't envy you that.But everybody has some,whether you can see it or not. — Sarina Bowen

Did he open the wrong... "Probably shouldna opened all those drawers," Blake carries on, rubbing his chin. "Ya can't unsee some of those toys. But everybody has to have his own kinda fun. — Sarina Bowen

My libido was like a Golden Retriever puppy, ready to jump all over him and lick his face.
Down, girl. — Sarina Bowen

And these crazy maniacs? They'll be your family too if you let them. I mean, they'll fucking drive you bananas sometimes, but trust me when I say it's totally worth it." I believe him. "I can't wait to meet them," I say softly. His mouth travels along the edge of my jaw before hovering over my lips. "They're going to love you." He kisses me, slow and sweet. "I love you." I rub the pad of my thumb over his bottom lip. "Loved you every summer since I was thirteen years old. Love you even more now. — Sarina Bowen

You really do love me, huh?"
"Always have." I swallowed hard. "Always will. — Sarina Bowen

He's already one up on me. He's been on the receiving end of a couple of Hottie's kisses.
I've got nothing. It's the first time I've ever been jealous of my dog. — Sarina Bowen

Grumpy Wes stomps into the bedroom and I follow him, because it's one of two functional rooms in our place. I set down the coffee maker and watch while he throws off his shirt and climbs onto our giant bed. "Would you please get over here?" he whines. "It's an emergency." "It's a good thing you're so attractive," I mutter as I ditch my shoes. "I had no idea that stepping into a store turned you into cryin' Ryan." I walk over to the bed where a shirtless, ripped man lies waiting for me, his expression burning up with lust. — Sarina Bowen

I can also see myself in a relationship with him. I can see myself being happy with him and never feeling like things were lacking. — Sarina Bowen

By the power vested in me by the State of California," the minister announces with a smile, "I hereby declare you legally married. You may kiss your husband now." Wes lunges forward and wraps Jamie in the tightest hug I've ever seen, like he's needed to do that for hours. My brother pats his back and turns his head to kiss him, and everybody cheers. — Sarina Bowen

Audrey's appearance in my home had the same effect on my libido that springtime had on the deer living on our hilltop. — Sarina Bowen

I'm supposed to be here taking measurements, but I haven't even brought a measuring tape. And it's not the apartment I need to measure -- it's the size of my balls. — Sarina Bowen

It was hard enough being the Girl in the Wheelchair. I didn't need to be the Girl Who Ejected From Her Wheelchair — Sarina Bowen

Gripping my shaft, I position myself between his big thighs. My breathing is equally unsteady. Hell, my hand is trembling around my cock as if I've never done this before. But I haven't done this. Not with someone I love. The head of my cock nudges his hole. He tenses again, clenching to deny me entrance. — Sarina Bowen

Jess gives a little shiver. "Never meant to do this tonight."
"Don't overthink it." I tear the packet and roll the rubber onto my aching dick. "You just need a little recharge on my docking station."
Our eyes meet. Time stands still for one perfect second.
Then we both explode with laughter. — Sarina Bowen

Now he snickers, but the sound dies when the tip of my finger circles his hole. His ass cheeks instantly clench. Not in fear, but anticipation. I see it in his eyes, a raw gleam of heat, before he lifts up his other knee and all but puts himself on display for me. Jesus. Nope, not gonna survive this. — Sarina Bowen

Dude, it's not like you tied me to the bed and forced yourself on me. I don't know if you remember, but I came like a motherfucker that night." Aw shit. I don't know why I said that. And the flash of heat that travels down to my dick is equally perplexing. Thinking about that night is something I rarely let myself do. It was easily the hottest sexual experience eighteen-year-old Jamie Canning had ever had. But remembering it always confuses me, because I associate it with getting banished from the friendship I valued most. — Sarina Bowen

Surprise jolted through me. He only called me Ryan when he was taunting me. And right now he was taunting me about sucking his dick. Jesus. My bravado faltered, just for a second. Until I saw his pulse hammering in the hollow of his throat, and realized he was as nervous and excited as I was. I took a breath and lowered my head. Then I closed my mouth over his swollen tip and sucked. Jamie's hips snapped up instantly, his breath leaving his throat on a ragged shudder. "Oh Jesus. — Sarina Bowen

Humans are interdependent by choice. You have a burden of guilt, and it's brave of you to want to carry it yourself. But it's foolish not to let others help you. Give some of it away to your parents and your friends. And when they need your help, you'll be strong enough to support them, too. — Sarina Bowen

I have never felt as raw as I feel right now. I've just discovered that falling in love has a dark side. — Sarina Bowen

Five more minutes," I tell him, wrapping my arm around his shoulders to prevent him from getting up. His cheek nuzzles my left pec. "You're a cuddle whore, huh?" I am. Absolutely. Just never dreamed I'd be cuddling with another guy. — Sarina Bowen

screen. Again, he — Sarina Bowen

It's been a long time since I dared to get close to anyone, and I didn't realize letting down my guard could ache like this. I'm facedown in the ocean, and she's the lifeboat. — Sarina Bowen

Sucking each other off? — Sarina Bowen

I've been walking around with a hollow chasm in my chest where my heart used to be.
But that gaping hole is full again. My heart is back, because Jamie is here.
And he fucking loves me. — Sarina Bowen

Our lips are millimeters from meeting again when he says, "I need to know something, and you have to promise to be honest." "I'm always honest with you," I protest. "Good. I'm holding you to that." Those gorgeous brown eyes gleam. "Did you throw the shootout?" I know exactly which shootout he's referring to. My lips quiver, so I press them together to keep from grinning. "Well?" I shrug. — Sarina Bowen

If you want to keep breathing, don't ever call the love of my life a bitch. — Sarina Bowen

My weakness is him.

Bowen, Sarina; Kennedy, Elle. Him (Kindle Location 155). Rennie Road Books. Kindle Edition. — Sarina Bowen

It's hard to admit you're just in someone's periphery when you imagined you were closer to the center of their world. — Sarina Bowen

I don't know when it happened, but somewhere between our first kiss and that first fuck, I came to the conclusion that Hailey needs sex. Good sex. And lots of it. I've caught glimpses of her steel, her confidence, her sexiness, usually in our online exchanges. But in person, it's like she's second-guessing herself all the time. The poor girl needs to get her mojo back, and I've decided I'm the man for the job. Just call me Matt the mojo maker. — Sarina Bowen

still remember the shock on his face when I loaded the porn site on my laptop. I chose a tame scene - tame for me, anyway. I set the laptop on the mattress, then sprawled on the bottom bunk as if I had no care in the world. — Sarina Bowen

You worry a lot about people staring at you, right? And then you're like, 'oh, f**k it. I'll just play a sport that requires me to wear a bathing suit, and get dunked every time I have possession of the ball. — Sarina Bowen

When his tongue touches mine I damn near keel over. I have to grab the front of his shirt and bunch it between my fingers to keep from being swept away by the storm. Not the storm that's lighting up the sky, but the one that's roaring inside me. — Sarina Bowen

What are you waiting for, Ryan? Suck it already. — Sarina Bowen

She's staring at me like she wants to rip off my clothes. Or just rip something. I'm not quite sure which. — Sarina Bowen

Every kiss still felt like a gift, because I knew how much they cost him. — Sarina Bowen

and - wait, I'm sorry, did you call me Ryan Theodore?" She waves her hand as if the question is inconsequential. "I don't know your middle name so I had to make one up. Because, sweetie, you really needed to be middle-named for mangling those poor onions. — Sarina Bowen

That's not the way it is, Callahan." I grabbed her hands and rolled her closer to me, until our knees touched. "The thing is, we're all fragile. It's just that most of our friends are lucky enough not to know it yet. — Sarina Bowen

I'm speechless. But my dick has plenty to say. I'm already hard at the idea of Wes being prepped and ready for me. I drop my mouth onto his and he moans again. My tongue glides across his piercing and we're off to the horny dog races. We kiss as if there's a meteor heading straight for the Toronto metropolitan area. Wes's eager hands roam my ass while I suck on his tongue. His eagerness is like a drug, and I want hit after hit. I can feel how hard he is, even through all of our clothes. He wants me to fuck him, and he's all primed and ready? "Mmm," I moan into his mouth. Sexiest fucking thing I ever heard. That's when the doorbell rings. "Hold that thought," I say, pushing up on one arm. "Nooooo!" Wes lifts both his legs to trap me in them. "No." Kiss. "No." Kiss. "Don't even think about it." Pinning his hands to the quilt is easy, because he's horny to the point of distraction. "Stop it, baby. It's the couch delivery. We're paying seventy-five bucks for them to show up on a Saturday. — Sarina Bowen

my lips, I bend down and swipe my tongue over the little slit at his tip. He teased me before, and now it's time for some payback. I'm going to worship every inch of Jamie Canning's cock. I'm going to torment him with my tongue until he can't remember a time when my mouth wasn't on his dick bringing him pleasure. I'm going to - Jamie comes the second I wrap my lips around him. Yup, he fucking comes, and I don't know whether to laugh or groan as he starts to shake with release. In the end I do neither - I suck him all the way down to the base, drawing a strangled cry from his lips as I swallow the salty drops that shoot down my throat. — Sarina Bowen

What kind of city doesn't have a football team? Explain that to me, Wes." "They do have one," I point out. "The Argonauts." Richard narrows his eyes. "Is it an NFL team?" "Well, no, it's CFL, but - " "Then they don't have a team," he says firmly. I stifle a laugh. — Sarina Bowen

Maybe it wasn't rational, but she didn't like the idea of Leo invading her little world. Yesterday, Brooklyn had belonged to her. The Long Island 'burbs where she'd grown up had felt far away from the brick streets and renovated factory spaces of Brooklyn. In this job, she'd felt truly independent, putting down her own fragile roots in a new place.

Fast forward twenty-four hours, and her daddy had joined the workplace and her ex-boyfriend had shown up to remind her of all that she'd lost. Really, a girl could be forgiven for feeling slightly hysterical.

Not that there was any time to panic. — Sarina Bowen

I don't think I'll ever forget the day Pat walked into the gym and found us - me, flat on my stomach with Jamie's knee digging into the back of my neck, while I yelled "Ballsack!" over and over again. — Sarina Bowen

Even in the midst of a bad decision, I could still live in the moment. And the moment was fine. — Sarina Bowen

I'm not sure," I answer. "I'll look at our game schedule and his game schedule and see if it works out. But I know Wes would be happy to come if his schedule allows it." All of their faces light up. — Sarina Bowen

Everyone has a time when they need a lot more than they can give. It doesn't matter how much you hate it. It's just true. — Sarina Bowen

Everybody has their shit to shovel, — Sarina Bowen

Please," he says. That one word is enough to get me off my bed. I'm standing in the center of our room now, hands on the waistband of my boxers. I yank and let them drop to the floor. And now he's staring at my cock, stroking his. "What do you want?" I ask. And I need him to be specific. This is a very dangerous game we're playing. It will probably end in disaster. But if there's any way I can prevent that, I will. — Sarina Bowen

You haven't stammered and stuttered in a while now that I think about." A grin stretches his sexy mouth. "Could someone finally be warming up to me?"
I warmed up to you the day we met. I melted for you the second you kissed me. — Sarina Bowen

The best things in life are the ones you don't expect. — Sarina Bowen

I reach around his body and cup his ass. When my hand finds the toy lodged there, I groan into his mouth. "Do it," he pants. Everything begins to happen very fast. With a firm grasp, I remove the toy, while Wes slicks up my dick. He yanks me off the sofa's back and braces himself against it. "Go," he orders. I come up behind him and grip his hips, the head of my cock sliding between his taut ass cheeks. Just like the other night, I'm floored by the sensation of being skin to skin. There's no barrier between my throbbing dick and his tight ass, and when I drive deep on the first stroke, we both groan with abandon. "Fuck me," he demands when I go still. But I'm too busy savoring the incredible feeling of being inside him without a condom. I roll my hips and he growls like a grumpy bear. "I swear to God, Canning, if you don't move, I'm gonna - " I pull out, then slam right back in. He makes a choked sound, his entire body trembling. "You're gonna what?" I ask mockingly. — Sarina Bowen

There's a post-it note stuck on one of the padded arms. I snatch it up and skim Wes's familiar chicken-scratch scrawl. Dude at the store said this one will be better for our backs. Ten different massage settings. We should use it on our balls and see if it doubles as a sex toy. Fingers crossed. — Sarina Bowen

You're not competing for him, dumbass. He's already yours. — Sarina Bowen

Our mouths fit together so perfectly. Every time we kiss, I fall even more in love with him, and it has nothing to do with sex or lust. It's him. His closeness and his scent and the way he soothes me. — Sarina Bowen

You are the perfect girl," he said against my lips. "You're hot, but you hate to shop. That dress is gonna look great. On my floor. — Sarina Bowen

That dude is a lot like a big, drooly dog. Doesn't matter if he just met you, he wants to lick your face and hump your leg — Sarina Bowen

Two big hands cup my ass and pull me down onto his face. When his tongue glides over me, I almost come on the spot. Taking a breath, I grasp his cock in one hand and lower my mouth to his engorged head. I give a tiny lick, then breathe out, "Better?" His response is a hungry growl punctuated by the brush of his tongue on my clit. I wrap my lips around him and suck gently, the salty flavor of him tickling my tongue and heating my blood. He tastes delicious. He's thick and hard and throbbing in my mouth, and it's the hottest thing in the whole damn world. I don't know how long we lie in this position, torturing each other with greedy licks and deep sucks, but just as the first tingles of orgasm warm the base of my spine, Blake abruptly yanks me off of him and flips me over. "Cheezus!" he spits out. "If I don't fuck you right now, I'm gonna die, Jessie. — Sarina Bowen

He just laughs, that deep, boisterous laugh that seems to come from the center of his soul, because Blake doesn't do anything half-assed. He laughs the way he lives his life - loud and fierce and without inhibition. He fucks that way, too. — Sarina Bowen

.. when she looked at Nate she saw a kid who'd been shoved into lockers during high school. And now he wanted the last laugh, taking every opportunity to throw his (nerdy) weight around. He'd bought a hockey team, and he was going to make the jocks do his bidding, at least until the day he realized that vindication wasn't everything in life. — Sarina Bowen

But I couldn't resist sneaking a peek at his crotch a minute later. And then my breath hitched, because holy shit, he was hard, a long, thick erection straining beneath his athletic shorts. I was sporting the same visible boner, and I know he saw it. He probably thought it was the porn. Hell, that was the only reason he was turned on. — Sarina Bowen