Cari O Quotes & Sayings

He (Tristan) ripped his mouth away and raised above her, his expression positively lethal despite his ragged panting. "If I didn't love you, I'd do it and hope to God you got pregnant. Even though it would be stupid for a lot of reasons, I'd do it." He swore and grabbed a fistful of the pillow beside them. "Christ, I can't think when I'm around you. — Cari Quinn

Do you like blowjobs? "Did you just ask me if I like blowjobs?" he asked in a low voice. "I swear that's what it sounded like." "Yes." She folded her hands in front of her and met his gaze head-on. "I haven't given nearly enough of them but I'd like to practice. — Cari Quinn

She was whole and real, not someone he held in his mind and heart but whom he couldn't touch. God, she was so alive.
"Rory," he managed, lifting his hands to frame her flushed cheeks. Her startled gasp became a moan that flowed between his lips when their mouths fused. She opened for him at once, her dark lashes falling down to hide her eyes. It didn't matter. He tasted what she felt when her tongue tentatively curled around his. — Cari Quinn

He went through the vehicle usage manual in his head and recalled the simulator training. Then he unlocked the car, ushered her in, and started the engine. All went well until he rammed into the car parked in front. — Cari Silverwood

At first it was the complete antithesis of the kiss she'd shared with Matthew. That one had been crazy, emotional. Uncontrolled. This was a gentle mating of lips. Soft, sweet, and easy. He didn't press for her to grant him access, but she gave it, opening for him with a low moan. — Cari Quinn

She squeezed her eyes shut. "No."
"Excuse me?"
She sniffed, opened her eyes then looked up. "No. I don't wish you to leave."
His eyes changed from lukewarm to hot.
The iron of the seat met her back. Oh yes, definitely she was the keeper at the zoo and she'd just offered her own leg, medium-rare, to the lion. — Cari Silverwood

As she reached back for the buckle, her fingers met Mr. Meisner's. She jumped. "I can do this ... Sir."
"Ah." He brushed aside her fingers. "I see you've at least remembered the sir."
"One always calls gentlemen that, just as you
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With only a rustle of cloth to warn her, his teeth met in the lobe of her ear, sending a spark into her middle. Like the melt of winter snow, she felt heat pool in her lower body. Her fingers curled against her collarbone where her hands still rested either side of her neck.
"I'm not a gentleman, Faith. — Cari Silverwood

Even the fiercest of anarchists lose their teeth to age. — Cari Luna

For the thousandth time, Faith wondered why this appealed to her. She detested letting men walk all over her, letting them think they were supreme beings. But when Mr. Meisner did all these diabolical things to her, her body fired up and wanted more. — Cari Silverwood

Front of an open apartment — Cari Quinn

If you lie there much longer, I'll be tempted to tie you to the table legs and try buttering your ass instead of the toast. — Cari Silverwood

I knew there was something special between us, knew it as surely as a lyric that belonged in a song. But as with all good songs, I needed time to figure out the melody and chords. — Cari Quinn

Their task was to film the work of the Allied women. More than 20,000 American women served overseas during the war - 10,000 as nurses in the army and navy and a few thousand under the auspices of the Red Cross, the YMCA, and the Salvation Army. Several hundred women were telephone operators with the Army Signal Corps and still others served as doctors, entertainers, canteen workers, interpreters, dentists, therapists, decoders, and in a myriad of other roles. Most of the one thousand professional entertainers who joined the war effort were connected to either the Overseas Theater League or the YMCA and over half were women. — Cari Beauchamp

She's clearly gone too long without male companionship if any brute who walked her way made her sit up and take notice. — Cari Quinn

I wanted to, um, apologize for earlier. I can't believe I did that. I didn't think it could be real and - " "Didn't think what could be real?" ... Your penguin. — Cari Quinn

Meg lit the gas burner, above which a pan sat in readiness. "The soup is all homemade." "Meg, it's Heinz tomato." Sanne held up the empty tin she'd spotted in the recycling pile. "To which I have added extra pepper and a spoonful of Bovril, thus rendering it homemade. — Cari Hunter

It's been a while and God, you're so sexy I can't even breathe." His voice shook to match the rest of him. "If I f#ck this up, I'll get it right, Ror. I promise. Just bear with me, okay? — Cari Quinn

He inched in, slid out. Pumped deeper, pulled away. Just as her frustration swelled to a f#ckingly epic level, he hauled her hips up, dragging her higher before he sank all the way in, filling her so completely she gasped.
Her flesh stretched, unaccustomed to a man after so long. Each thrust stirred her unspeakably. More than just her p#ssy linked with him when he slid into her. A little part of her heart did as well. — Cari Quinn

For her sex had always been about a borrowed connection. Wires patched together to make a unit long enough to transmit a message. That shared goal, those stolen moments when nothing else mattered but pleasure. When they ended, so did the link. The electricity faded.
That wouldn't be the case here. — Cari Quinn

I was Zorie, a woman who sought revenge for a friend and for herself, and in so doing I had killed my own self. — Cari Silverwood

Think me bad, if you want. I am not. I will be your knight in bloody and cracked armor ... — Cari Silverwood

Do you take credit cards? I bet your pony would be worth a ride. — Cari Quinn

Being with her meant loving her the way she needed, not the way I did. — Cari Quinn

Nick moved over. "You smell like a fucking vodka bottle."
"Sweating out my sins, my friend."
"Lots of sins. — Cari Quinn

Karyn reached out to graze his jaw with her thumb, savoring the beginnings of stubble. She'd never seen her ex with stubble. Or with his mouth as deliciously soft and used as Jeff's.
"How'd we end up here?" she asked softly, not expecting an answer.
"Luck," he said, turning his head to kiss her palm. "Blind f#cking luck. — Cari Quinn

Tallish. Check. Built like a bull. Check. Were there tingles in her downstairs department? Mmhmm. Check. Her pearly gates had gone into override and the doors were ready to burst open. — Cari Silverwood

Apartment windows are cracked open to the cold to balance overzealous radiators, and there's comfort in the sounds drifting out. Each window Amelia passes hints at the warmth inside: people talking, people laughing, kitchen sounds, the steady pulse of music. Now salsa, now reggae. Now opera, now rock. voices in English, in Spanish in Korean, in junkie gibberish. And she's a part of it, at least as long as the sounds of all those lives wash over her. — Cari Luna

I was fully intending to cook you something complicated and delicious," Meg said. "But then I started to watch this nature documentary, and a fluffy baby seal was being chased by a polar bear, so I muted it and shut my eyes, and when I woke up it was two hours later. How does soup and toasties grab you? — Cari Hunter

She'd run over Dankyo in an instant to get to Theo. Be a darn big bump in the road, but she'd do it. — Cari Silverwood

Only now did he realize how poor a substitute his hand had been for a real woman with all of her smells and sounds and tastes. — Cari Quinn