Tease Quotes

“You’re scared,” he said quietly.
“Scared?” I scoffed. “Of what?”
“Of anything real. And what we have is real. You love me and it terrifies you.”
“I don’t love you,” I lied.
He grabbed my face then, dragging me closer with both hands. “You love me. I know you do. I know it because I can see it in your eyes . . . in the way you look at me.” He inhaled. “It’s the same way I look at you.”
― Sophie Jordan, Tease

“I want you,” he said starkly, the barest quiver in his hoarse voice. “Me and you. Together.” He drew in a deep breath, his broad chest lifting. “But I can’t chase you forever.”
― Sophie Jordan, Tease

“I shook my head. “Tomorrow you won’t even remember my name, my face—”
He stepped closer, eyes scanning me. “Emerson Wingate. Dark hair with reddish highlights. Bright blue eyes.” His gaze dipped, roaming over me. “Hundred ten. Hundred fifteen pounds. Your hands . . .” He plucked one of my hands up, pressing his palm flush to mine. He considered our kissing palms, my hand so much smaller than his own. The tips of my fingers barely passed his middle knuckle.
“Beautiful hands.” My chest tightened at his deep voice washing over me. “Slender. Fine-boned but strong. Like they play an instrument. Piano maybe?” His eyes locked with mine. A dark eyebrow arched in question.
“I-I paint,” I admitted.
He smiled as if he had just solved some kind of puzzle. “You paint,” he echoed and continued, marking characteristics like he was reading off a chart. “Skin smooth. Pale. A tight little body perfect for tying guys up in knots.”
My eyes shot to his face and I yanked my hand away from his. I rubbed my palm against my thigh, still feeling his touch there. “Go to hell.”
“Temperamental.” He gave me his half smile. “See? I’ll remember you.”
― Sophie Jordan, Tease

“His hands lifted and slid over my tear-soaked cheeks, holding me almost tenderly. He looked troubled. There was no other word for it. “I don’t know what it is you do to me.”
I do something to him?
His voice continued, a dark little whisper rushing over my lips. “But I’m not going to fight it anymore.”
― Sophie Jordan, Tease

“I love you,” I whispered brokenly against his lips. Tears leaked out at the corners of my eyes. He pushed the hair off my face, clearing me for his view. Our noses touched, we were so close. His fingers trailed over my face, drying the tears from my cheeks as quickly as they fell.
“Don’t cry, baby. I love you. I love you, Emerson.” He pronounced the words slowly, like he was savoring them. Or maybe he just wanted me to absorb them. Maybe he wanted them to sink in so that I would feel them as clearly and completely as I felt his hands on my face, his lips against mine . . . his heartbeat vibrating from his chest into my body.
So that I would believe in them. Believe in him.
And I did. I felt them. I believed in them.
I believed in us.”
― Sophie Jordan, Tease

“Where did you sleep?"
His mouth curled in a cocky grin at this question. "Where do you think?"
...
He turned his attention back to the wood and answered his own question, sounding a little bored all of a sudden. "On the couch.”
― Sophie Jordan, Tease

“You almost had me convinced, you know.”
A small shiver ran through me as I searched his face, so unbearably close I could see the tiny flecks of gold in his eyes. Our breaths panted, mingling between us. Even though a whisper inside me warned that I should just let the subject drop, I demanded, “Convinced of what?”
“That I should quit. That I should give up on you. That’s what you wanted me to do.” He paused, letting the words sink in the thick air between us. “But now I’ve seen your painting and I know better.”
― Sophie Jordan, Tease

“Shaw took my hand, his fingers lacing with mine. “Happy?” he asked.
I smiled, my chest swelling with emotion. “More than I ever thought possible.”
He kissed me, murmuring against my lips, “Get used to it. This is only the beginning.”
― Sophie Jordan, Tease

“Let’s go. I don’t want to keep you from the things you have to do . . . like plan the next crime wave with your biker gang.”
“Sure. And you don’t want to miss your nail appointment.”
I cocked my head. “That’s tomorrow.”
― Sophie Jordan, Tease