Quotes by Kylie Scott

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

Stick your dick in’?” I asked, my brows probably touching. “Did you actually just say that?” “Make love. I meant make love … of course. I would never just stick my dick in you. I would make mad, passionate love to this sweet, sweet body of yours for days, no, weeks. It would be beautiful, pumpkin. There’d be little angels, and birdies, and you know … all just hanging around, watching. Perverts.

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, youre stuck with me.

[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.Dont I?

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

Because the same as any man, women were entitled to a fuss-free sex life should they so choose. And it didnt make us sluts, or whores, or any of the other nasty, misogynistic, double-standard bullshit that got thrown a womans way when she didnt fit with the traditional ideals of who and what a female should be.

I don’t need to conform to your ideas of beauty

The big-ass hole, all of the wreckage and mess. Id done that. Me,

Youve got drama too? Doesnt everyone? A side effect of breathing, I guess.

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.

Youre dying to meet my needs. You cant 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.

The opening notes of a song began, some plucking of guitar strings. I knew the melody. It was Maroon 5’s “She Will Be Loved.” As pop songs went, it was pretty damn good, a bit of a favorite of mine.

That smile could move mountains. It could also break hearts.

Alone meant absolutely no one giving me shit, involving me in shit, or generally being a shit. Alone didnt care what you wore or how many days itd 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. Wed probably wed.

Dont make me kill you at this hour in the morning Jimmy. Its not civilized.

Two-thirty in the morning was kind of a bitch as times went. It fell into the in-between, nowhere land. Too late to get a really good nights sleep, but much too early to start the day.

Damn, he was good. Id been professionally sullied without a single item of clothing removed.

I just want you to know, I will not be falling slave to your devil dick and demon tongue. No matter how good they are.

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?

Dicks dont have brains. Its why men get into trouble