“I'll make sure you're ready," he said gently. "And then I'm gonna make you beg me.” — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I can’t think of anything but every wrong thing I’ve ever done.” — Ruthie Knox Insecurity Copy Share Image
“I’ve reformed. The kissing is sort of a holdover.” “Don’t reform. I like you bad.” — Ruthie Knox Kissing Copy Share Image
“Was that some kind of romantic declaration, disguised as a filthy pirate sex offer?” — Ruthie Knox Love Copy Share Image
“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.”… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“They weren’t lies but promises, however silently made. He wanted to keep her. She wanted to let him. They both wanted for… — Ruthie Knox Heart Copy Share Image
“She wished he weren't so damned fit. Running away was a lot harder when the guy you were fleeing kept in such… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“Is he actually good?” Judith asked. “He’s incredible.” “Sorry, are we talking about the painting or the shagging?” Nev asked. “The painting!”… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“whereas Allie still had to wear a retainer at night to keep her bottom teeth from collecting like dice in a Yahztee… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“Cath didn’t feel like a mistake to him. She felt like a beginning. A clean canvas, ready to be painted. A gorgeous… — Ruthie Knox Artist Copy Share Image
“The gleam in those green-brown eyes was positively rakish. She hadn’t thought City had a speck of rakishness in him.” — Ruthie Knox Brown eyes Copy Share Image
“He wouldn’t hurt her. Never on purpose. Nev was going to hurt her accidentally, and when he did it would be her… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“I have a few things that aren't black." "Of course you do darling. Only the ones I've seen are very small, and… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“I love your hair.” He dropped his head and moved closer as she breathed and wondered and hoped. When his lips met… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“Nev was the man in the parlor and the painter in his studio, the banker and the rugby player. The boyfriend who… — Ruthie Knox Lover Copy Share Image
“I would use my tongue. First through those pretty knickers, and then when I had you soaking and thrashing round, I’d rip… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“It's easier to ignore all the bad shit in the light. Distract yourself with work and TV and other people. The dark… — Ruthie Knox Bad dream Copy Share Image
“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."… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“she wiggled closer to him, throwing her thigh over his. Not exactly initiating another round, but hanging out her shingle, anyway, to… — Ruthie Knox Thigh Copy Share Image
“Nice?” he said fiercely. “Nice is a lemonade stand.” He withdrew and thrust deep. “Nice is a picnic on the lawn. This… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“After I left here on Saturday, I decided never to see you again.” He was sliding the frittata under the broiler, so… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“Oh my God, walk.” Beatrice stood in the middle of the street, waving them forward with both hands. A car bore down… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“And those noises—” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she gasped. “K-keep doing that, sweetheart, and I’m going… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“How many times did you come last night?” he asked in a low voice. Three. “I’m not answering that question.” “You don’t… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“Cath called all the shots. She seemed more comfortable that way, so Nev had decided not to press. Much. Instead, he looked… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“All of it felt like stolen time, an end rather than a beginning. But he didn’t know why, and he didn’t know… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“Sweetheart,” Sean said, “you are the farthest thing from terminally unfuckable I can possibly imagine.” — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“Oh, he was perfect. An orgasm— just for her— and a compliment. She would bottle him and sell him and make her… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“You brought me here with impure motives?” The idea gave her a stupid thrill. He shook his head. “No. I developed them… — Ruthie Knox Adventure Copy Share Image
“She could hear all the doubt crows rustling around, bumping her shoulders, staring down at the naked forms on the bed. Not” — Ruthie Knox Doubt Copy Share Image
“Just dinner,” Ben said. “And not some kind of perverted thing where I clock you on the head when your back is… — Ruthie Knox Dinner Copy Share Image
“Give me your phone number?” She smiled, looking down at her lap. “Sorry. No. It would be a mistake.” “Would it help… — Ruthie Knox Failure Copy Share Image
“Mom had considered Cath a bit of a hoochie, but the truth was that Cath always opened her heart when she opened… — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“The smile widened, and she decided it ought to be classified as a misdemeanor. Grinning with Intent to Discombobulate.” — Ruthie Knox Copy Share Image
“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 Eternity Copy Share Image
“I promise you, whatever we are together, it's not a mistake. It's too good to be a mistake.” — Ruthie Knox Failure Copy Share Image
