Flirting with Disaster Quotes

“I love your hair.” He dropped his head and moved closer as she breathed and wondered and hoped. When his lips met the space behind her ear, she shuddered. “I love this ssspot right here, t-too. Your shivery spot.”
― Ruthie Knox, Flirting with Disaster

“Sometimes I can’t think of anything but every wrong thing I’ve ever done.”
― Ruthie Knox, Flirting with Disaster

“And those noises—” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she gasped. “K-keep doing that, sweetheart, and I’m going to make this so worth your while.”
― Ruthie Knox, Flirting with Disaster

“Have you ever been with a man who d-did those things to you?” His voice had turned husky and dark. “Talked dirty to you? Spanked you? Tied you up and sspent hours figuring out how many ways he could make you c-come with his tongue?”
― Ruthie Knox, Flirting with Disaster

“With Sean, for the first time in her life, she felt sufficient. He could stay or he could go, and she would remain here, and her adequacy, her value, would have nothing to do with her ability to hold his interest. It was a good way to feel. Progress, if not perfection. Sean”
― Ruthie Knox, Flirting with Disaster

“She could hear all the doubt crows rustling around, bumping her shoulders, staring down at the naked forms on the bed. Not”
― Ruthie Knox, Flirting with Disaster

“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.”

“Same thing.”
― Ruthie Knox, Flirting with Disaster

“Nice?” he said fiercely. “Nice is a lemonade stand.” He withdrew and thrust deep. “Nice is a picnic on the lawn. This is not—nice. You are not a nice woman. You are fucking—sstupefying.”
― Ruthie Knox, Flirting with Disaster

“He picked her up. Picked her up and carried her, as if she were Scarlett O’Hara and he were Rhett Butler, if Rhett had been the kind of guy to go down on Scarlett in a doorway. Which, let’s be honest, he probably was.”
― Ruthie Knox, Flirting with Disaster

“Sweetheart,” Sean said, “you are the farthest thing from terminally unfuckable I can possibly imagine.”
― Ruthie Knox, Flirting with Disaster