Kylie Scott

You're dying to meet my needs. You can't 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.

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.

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

You've got drama too?' 'Doesn't everyone?' 'A side effect of breathing, I guess.

I don__ need to conform to your ideas of beauty

Because the same as any man, women were entitled to a fuss-free sex life should they so choose. And it didn't make us sluts, or whores, or any of the other nasty, misogynistic, double-standard bullshit that got thrown a woman's way when she didn't fit with the traditional ideals of who and what a female should be.

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, you're stuck with me.

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

[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.""Don't I?

Stick your dick in_?_ I asked, my brows probably touching. __id you actually just say that?_ __ake 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__ be little angels, and birdies, and you know _ all just hanging around, watching. Perverts.

I thought that one was going to hit me,_ I said, watching the disappointed girl stalk off into the crowd. __eing your girlfriend is dangerous._ __hat can I say? I__ a magnificent specimen of manhood. Of course they all want me. But I do appreciate you protecting my honor.

Nice enough?_ he asked, tendons tightening in his neck like he intended to Hulk out on me. __id you just call my kiss __ice enough_?

Pumpkin, stop rubbing your ass against me. We gotta go! I don__ have time to do you now. Prioritize, woman.

Oh, yeah. You're the best," I grinned back at him."Pumpkin, hello. Of course I am!

I thought I could let you goI thought that you could leave and knowThe time we took would fadeBut I__ colder than the bed where we layYou let go if you like, I__l hold onSay no all you want, I__ not doneBaby, I promise youDid you think I__ let you go?That__ never happening and now you knowTake your time, I__l waitRegretting every last thing I said

All of the crazy, risky, wild, dangerous, irrational things I'd been doing, like rushing through my firsts. I'd been wrong, desperate. Just waiting for the end." - Edie

Dicks don't have brains. It's why men get into trouble

I'd never needed to know that my sister was a screamer. Never. That Mal was a screamer too just kind of confused me.