Deep Quotes

“Ben, I don’t want to take your freedom. I just want a place in your world. An important one.”
He craned his neck, tipping my chin up to make me look at him at the same time. “Sweetheart, you’ve been important since day one.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“You can have my time, and you can have my attention,” he said, words slow and deliberate. “Sweetheart, you can have whatever the fuck you want, I promise. Whatever you need. No more holding back, no more fear. And if you still feel you have to get on that plane tonight, then we’re doing it together.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“She’s the girl you put a baby in, asshole. And if she’s been going through half the shit Lena’s been dealing with, then you are just about the lowest cunt I’ve come across in a long time for making her do it alone.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“You’re giving him a place to belong, things to plan for, a life outside of all of this. Idiot didn’t even realize he needed it, but he does. You’re grounding him. No one else has given him that in a long time.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“Why are you here?” I reached back behind my head and grabbed his wrists, stilling him. “Ben?”
“Because apparently I’m shit at staying away from you.”
“Then I guess we have a problem.” Our fingers meshed, holding on tight.
“That’s putting it fucking mildly.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“Dicks don't have brains. It's why men get into trouble”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“With all the skill and speed of a seasoned maile stripper, Mal turned on his heel. “And you, young lady! You are grounded until further notice.”
“I’m grounded?”
“Babe.” Anne winced. “That’s not going to fly.”
“And you are never to talk to Ben again. He is clearly a very bad influence on you.” The drummer continued, obvlicious, sneering at his former friend. “Is that understood, Elizabeth?”
Lauren snickered.
“Yeah. Okay,” I said.
“Good.”
“Get out,” I said.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“Relax.”
“You try relaxing with a huge boner rubbing against your back. I’m trying to break up with you – not that we’re even together – and your penis is not helping.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“Give him to me," said Anne. "Not everybody wants to French kiss the dog, Mal." The blond, heavily tattooed man grinned, handing the fur baby over. "But he's a great kisser. I taught him myself.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“I'd never needed to know that my sister was a screamer. Never. That Mal was a screamer too just kind of confused me.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“I don’t want to take your freedom. I just want a place in your world. An important one.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“People with low self-esteem fear love. (Yep. Psychology degree rears its head again.) They doubt another person’s ability to appreciate them, because they don’t see the worth in themselves.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“What do I do?”
“Give me a chance to catch up.”
I just stared at him, trying to keep my cool. Took two to tango, yada yada.
“I’m serious.” His shoulders heaved up and down. “Just give me a chance to catch up and I promise, Lizzy, I will have your back.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“He might as well be dressed in furs and carrying a spear, presenting me with the boar he’d caught for dinner. Ah, good old-fashioned Stone Age romance.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“He gave me a long look. “Any time. If you need something, I want you to tell me. That’s the only way this is going to work.”
“Okay.” I needed his naked body at my disposal. Now.
“I want total honesty from you, okay?”
“Total honesty.” So help me, I’d ride him all the way home and back again.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“Dreamy dark eyes pinned me in place owning me. He licked his lips. Every time he did that my hormones erupted into the song of joy, a full orchestra plus heavenly choir accompanying. The whole shebang. It was ridiculous.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“But how the hell was I to know Ben would bring along a gynecological psychic?”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“apparently someone had diddled away their shift at the prophylactics factory and here we were. Pregnant.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“Still not breaking eye contact, he slid a finger into me. “You’re very wet.”
“Yeah. You know, it’s kind of hard to focus on relationship talk when you’re fingering me.”
“We can talk all you want later. Promise.”
“’kay.” I made a pitiful noise in my throat…
“I mean, you got hot for me in Vegas. But this…Sweetheart, Christ, this is fucking awesome.”
“I masturbate. A lot.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“Lord of the Sex strikes again!”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“No way. I still get these horrible flashbacks of that night and wake up crying, terrified that some sexed-up howler monkey is going to attack me.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“Why does it always come down to sex with women in the media?”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“If I could just keep my legs shut I might yet win this battle. It seemed an insurmountable task, given the array of his arsenal. The size of his artillery. One hand dived down further, stroking between my legs, while the other held the back of my head. I was helpless, the battle lost. God, I sucked.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“None other than Malcolm Ericson, drummer for worldwide renowned rock group Stage Dive, had somehow shacked up with my sister. My quiet, calm, color-within-the-lines-or-else sister.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“I might only come up to his shoulder, but god damn would I make bending down worth his while.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“I don’t want to take your freedom. I just want a place in your world. An important one.” He”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“Ben was a man living his dream. As if anyone could compete with that. Maybe he’d liked the idea of me. Reality was, however, there’d never been room for me in his life.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“The feeling of a man’s beard brushing against your private parts cannot be adequately explained in words. It’s a tactile delight. Soft and ticklish and amazing in all the ways.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“You’re beautiful. Relax.” “You try relaxing with a huge boner rubbing against your back. I’m trying to break up with you—not that we’re even together—and your penis is not helping.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep

“A wounded heart was apparently no competition for an overeager vagina.”
― Kylie Scott, Deep