Lick Kylie Scott Quotes

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.

Mal!" "What?" "Close the door down there and lock it," David yelled. "Don't you come up here under any circumstances. Not till I tell you it's okay. Understood?" There was a pause then Mal yelled back. "What if there's a fire?" "Burn.

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.

Seriously, I fucking love your wife, man. She's awesome. Can I have her?

I married you, Evelyn, because you made sense to me. We make sense. We're a whole lot better together than apart.

...you know you can fly. If you can't, imagine the thrill of the fall.

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.

Let me get this straight, you don't remember anything?" "No," I said, swallowing hard. "What did we do last night?" "We got fucking married," he growled.

Mother of God, it’s huuuuge!” “I know.” “No, seriously.” “I know.” “Fuck me. I think I’m about to pee myself

It's you and me against the world.

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

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.

Love isn't always smooth or straightforward. It can be messy and painful," he said. "Doesn't mean it isn't still the most incredible thing that can ever happen to you. Doesn't mean I'm not crazy about you.

It is. I’m your boyfriend now, which means there’s no room for your hipster admirer. He’ll just have to lick his wounds while we lick other things.

Lauren: Whatever happens do not break up the band!! Me: Got it. Lauren: But break his heart. He wrote San Pedro after what's-her-name cheated on him. That album was BRILLIANT! Me: Promise to leave him a broken quivering mess. Lauren: That's the spirit.

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.

What happened to the rest of my clothes?” “They left,” he said, face serious. “You took them?” He shrugged. “You wouldn’t have been comfortable sleeping in them.” “How on earth did you manage to get my bra off without waking me?” “He gave me a sly smile. “I didn’t do anything else. I swear. I just … removed it for safety reasons. Underwire is dangerous.

You are a constant fucking delight. I don’t think anyone could ever doubt that.

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.

I thought I could let you go I thought that you could leave and know The time we took would fade But I’m colder than the bed where we lay You let go if you like, I’ll hold on Say no all you want, I’m not done Baby, I promise you Did you think I’d let you go? That’s never happening and now you know Take your time, I’ll wait Regretting every last thing I said

So, come on,” he said softly, taunting me. “What’s the plan here, Ev? How were you going to convince me?” “Oh. Well, I was um … I was going to seduce you, I guess. And see what happened. Yeah…” “How? By complaining about me buying you stuff?” “No. That was just an added bonus. You’re welcome.” He licked his lips, but I saw the smile. “Right. Come on then, show me your moves.” “My moves?” “Your seduction techniques. Come on, time’s a-wasting.” I hesitated and he clicked his tongue, impatient. “I’m only wearing a towel, baby. How hard can this be?

Bad boys were highly overrated.

So, congratulations. You're married to a rock star.

You kidnapped a girl. That's awesome but illegal, Davie. You're probably going to have to give her back." My hair was lifted and Mal appeared, crouched beside me. "Hey there, child bride. Where's my hello kiss?

With great breasts come great responsibility.

I was going to kill him. Slowly. Strangle him with the overpriced thong. A fitting death for a rock star.

He looked at me like I was everything. As long as I lived, I knew I wouldn’t want anyone else.

No wonder people took sex so seriously, or not seriously enough at all. Sex addled your wits and stole your body. It was like being lost and found all at once.

Let me clue you in on something. You don’t have to make sense. You just have to want to be together and be willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen. It’s amazingly simple. That’s love, Ev, putting each other first.

I needed new panties and a heart transplant.

We were in the gondolas at The Venetian. You said you couldn't swim, that I'd have to save you if we capsized." His Adam's apple jumped. "Yeah." "I was terrified for you." "I know. You hung onto me so tight I could barely breathe." I drew back so I could see his face. "Why do you think we stayed on them for so long?" he asked. "You were practically sitting in my lap." "Can you swim?" He laughed quietly. "Of course I can swim. I don't even think the water was that deep." "It was all a ruse. You're tricky, David Ferris." "And you're funny, Evelyn Thomas." His face relaxed, his eyes softening again.

Time is irrelevant where the heart is concerned.

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.

There wasn’t enough room in me for all the feelings he inspired.

Admit nothing.

She’s a Portland girl. So I guess that makes us in-laws. Be gentle with me, yeah?

Dreamy dark eyes pinned me in place owning me. He licked his lips. Every time he did that my hormones erupted into the song of joy, a full orchestra plus heavenly choir accompanying. The whole shebang. It was ridiculous.

He smelled faintly of soap, a little musky, perhaps. Warm wasn't something, I'd ever registered as having a smell before, but that's what David smelled of. Warmth, like he was liquid sunshine or something. Heat and comfort and home.

You are a constant fucking delight. I don’t think anyone could ever doubt that.” “You’re awful pretty when you lie.

God, I hated people who smirked. Apparently, I also wanted to lick them all over...

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.

Dude, you can’t put broccoli on pizza.

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.

Last week she wanted to be gay. Before that she talked monasteries. I think this is a constructive step toward her forgiving every penis-possessing human and moving on with her life.

How wonderful he smelled all sleep warm first thing in the morning. But I wanted more from him than just that. I wanted to hear his voice, hear him talk about everything and anything.

Did you even mean to marry her, dude? Seriously?”... "I don’t know anymore, okay? Fuck. I went to Vegas because I was so sick of all this shit and I met her. She was different. She seemed different that night. I just … I wanted something outside of all this fucking idiocy for a change.

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

Look, you’ve been really sweet since you stepped through that door. Well, apart from telling Mal about me puking on you. That was unnecessary. But in the preceding twenty-four hours you dumped me alone in a room, went off with a groupie, accused me of trying to get it on with your brother and sicced your posse of lawyers onto me.” [Evelyn]

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

The sight of his bare chest brought me to the dribble point. The jeans pushed me right over. No one wore jeans like David. And having caught a glimpse of him without them only made it worse. My imagination went into some sort of sexual berserker rage. The pictures that filled my head ... I have no idea where they all came from. The images were surprisingly raw and detailed. I was quite certain I wasn't flexible enough to achieve some of them.

His eyes were the darkest blue. They couldn't be real. Frankly, those eyes were overkill. I'd have swooned perfectly fine without them.

Why don't you go back to LA?" "My wife lives in Portland.

David padded down the stairs seven hours later, wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. He’d slicked his wet hair back and his tattoos were displayed to perfection, defining his lean torso and muscular arms. There was a lot of skin on show. The man was a visual feast.

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.

—¿Por qué no vuelves a Los Ángeles? Sus ojos azules me observaron con cautela y tardó unos instantes en contestar. —Porque... mi esposa vive en Portland.

Fuck drunk suits you,

How many times had I kissed him? Not nearly enough to last me if it never happened again.

Love and heartbreak made you breathtakingly stupid, desperate, even. The things you’d try to tell yourself to make it through, hoping one day you’d believe it.