Delicate Ink Quotes

“No matter what scars you have, Sierra, you'l always be beautiful. No amount of ink or scars will make your skin anything but perfect to me.”
― Carrie Ann Ryan, Delicate Ink

“Decker grinned, taking the cup and then blowing over it. "What';; you give me for my silence?"

Austin flipped him off. "I won't kick your ass."

"You can try , old man."

"You're getting closer to the big number, too."

Decker grinned. "I'm twenty-nine. You're thirty-eight. Those are two different big numbers, bro. Just saying."

"Fuck you."

"No thanks. I prefer my bedmates with a little less chest hair.”
― Carrie Ann Ryan, Delicate Ink

“Break something on the computer again with those big man hands?"

"Shut up, minion," he teased.”
― Carrie Ann Ryan, Delicate Ink

“Austin cupped her face then sighed. "I'm so glad you came into the shop that morning."

"You were an asshole, but I love you anyway."

"Legs, I'm still an asshole, but I love you too.”
― Carrie Ann Ryan, Delicate Ink

“Just marry her, already. Okay? I like her a lot. She's pretty, and she smells nice.”
― Carrie Ann Ryan, Delicate Ink

“She kissed him softly, her eyes closed as her body finally relaxed. "I love you," she whispered. "I'm an idiot."

"Well, yes, but you're adorable when you're an idiot."

She punched him in the shoulder. Hard. "Patronizing much?”
― Carrie Ann Ryan, Delicate Ink

“He sat her on the edge of the bed then stood in front of her. When he stripped off his shirt, her jaw dropped.

Dear. God.

Ropes of corded muscles, hard lines of strength, sex, and everything in between covered his body. He had some chest hair, enough to enhance the beauty of his ink, but not too much.

And, sweet baby Jesus, his ink.”
― Carrie Ann Ryan, Delicate Ink

“Not that she'd ever be completely cool when she was around Austin. Oh no, that ship had long since sailed. Sure, she could be the serene, put-together owner of Eden with others, but as soon as she got near the bearded man, she wanted to melt.

Or kneel and lower her gaze.”
― Carrie Ann Ryan, Delicate Ink

“He stood up, those long legs of his stretching out his jeans nicely.

Not that she was staring at his jeans. Much.”
― Carrie Ann Ryan, Delicate Ink

“Steady, Legs, I'm not going to bite," he teased. "Well, not unless you ask me to."

Despite herself, she snorted. "Stop calling me Legs." It was insulting...and made her want to dissolve into a puddle at his feet. Damn the man.

"I like the look of your legs, so I;m going to keep doing it. Now, how big are we thinking?"

Big. Thick and long.

Wait, that wasn't what he was asking.

Austin have a deep chuckle. "I can see from your face where your mind went, and yes, big is a good word for it. However, I was talking about your tattoo.”
― Carrie Ann Ryan, Delicate Ink

“The man angered her, made her feel like she wasn't wanted, and yet her damned libido still wanted him.

It was just her dry spell, and he happened to be an oasis in the desert.

A Mirage.

That was it.”
― Carrie Ann Ryan, Delicate Ink