Kelly Moran Quotes

Delicately, she parted her lips, swept them against his, and kissed first his top, then the bottom. Letting her lead, he pinched his brows together and held still. She didn’t come at him with fire. She told him a story. And he’d be damned if it didn’t start with once upon a time like she were proving he was some kind of hero. Specifically, hers.

That dress was designed to be a kill switch for rational thought.

Common sense got drunk and giddy when Olivia was on the premises. Maybe he should just raise a glass, too, and dub reason a lost cause.

For a guy who wore layers upon layers of armor, his give-a-shit was showing.

He slid the photo out and raised it. The sun washed out any distinguishable characteristics. All except her eyes. He didn’t need a picture to remember those. As turquoise as the waters near Cozumel, and just as warm.

Organization takes the fun out of everything.

He could be doing quantum physics in his head or undressing her in his mind—she’d never know the difference.

Urges. Mercy, the urges.