Quote by R.L. Mathewson Download Open image ““Stupid, toe curling kissing bastard”” — R.L. Mathewson ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.7 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“He lifted my foot and placed a kiss on the tip of my big toe. That toe had never been kissed in its life.… — John Inman Copy Share Image
“I tell you, one more insult and I’ll take his curling tongs and ram them so far up his arse he’ll be able to… — David Gemmell Copy Share Image
“This kiss was better than any climb or bungee jump or zip line. Better than any other kiss. Damn him.” — Robin Bielman Copy Share Image
“It's the kissing! The stupid kissing! It's like he kissed all the vital brain cells right out of my head!” — Jill Shalvis Copy Share Image
“Tell me, if I caught you one day And kissed the sole of your foot, Wouldn't you limp a little then, Affraid to crush… — Nichita Stanescu Copy Share Image
“My little ankle-strap sandals curled with embarrassment for her.” — Christopher Hitchens Copy Share Image
“Tell me, if I ever caught you and kissed the arch of your foot, wouldn't you limp a little after that for fear of… — Nichita Stănescu Copy Share Image
“He jolted upright and grabbed my foot. “How are you doing that?” He inspected my feet. “Oh my god!” Holding my foot up, he… — Renee Carlino Copy Share Image
“I love you, Derek!” Jason tried to drag Haley back to her seat, but she fought him tooth and nail. “I love you, Derek!”… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Will you be able to keep your hands off me?" "I'm pretty sure I can manage that," she said, wondering if the man truly… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Zoe, I-- Oh, God!" he shouted, clutching his chest and stumbling back. "What?" she asked, looking around anxiously as she clutched a large brown… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“How dare you question my taste, woman?" he demanded. "If I say you're beautiful then you're beautiful so get the hell over it!” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“He's cutting off circulation to my balls! If you want great grandchildren, woman, do something!" Joshua sputtered” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“I think,” she said, glaring at him with murderous intent, “that if you or that damn battering ram you have the nerve to call… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“Wait, you don’t have a license. You can’t drive.” He turned the car on and threw it into drive. “Hmmm, look at that, it… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“As he was gasping for air he realized something. He was in deep shit. Haley was his life now. His woman. His heart. He… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“If she wasn’t his best friend… There really was no point in finishing that thought. She was and it was his job as the… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“...she was probably having a few murderous thoughts of her own about any woman that touched him. Good, they were making progress.” — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
“She was also sure that having experienced the act first hand would probably benefit her writing. If anything she should have sex for her… — R.L. Mathewson Copy Share Image
