Asking for Trouble Quotes

“Hayden Winstead! Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare marry someone else. We will fix this, do you understand me? If it means I have to work ten jobs. Your family will be fine. You don’t have to do this. Please, please don’t do this.” He banged his head against the door, grateful for the pain somewhere besides his heart. “I know I’m an asshole but I’m working on it. I’m sorry for what I said. So sorry. Hurting you…it might be the worst thing I’ve ever done, but I don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve this. If you marry him, Hayden, I won’t recover. I only got to spend one night holding you, but it was enough to know I have to hold you every single night.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“Your testing my patience here, duchess," he growled. "If you have any doubt about my ability to fuck the ever-loving sarcasm right out of you, I'll be more than happy to clear it up.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“You made this fucking sound, Hayden. The first time you spread your legs to take my cock. I hear it everywhere I go. This goddamn…moan? Sob? I don’t know. All I know is if I don’t fuck that sound out of you again soon, I’m going to completely lose my mind.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“Brent waited for a moment, to see if he could hear anything on the other side of the door, but only silence greeted him. He felt a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off. Couldn’t focus on anything but getting through to her. “What do I need to do, baby? Do you want me to sing ‘Wind Beneath My Wings’? I’ll do it. I’ll deafen everyone in this building if that’s what you want.” When the silence remained, Brent’s head dropped against the door with a curse. “You’re really going to make me do this, aren’t you?” Then he gave Bette Midler a run for her money.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“How about Oversized Dickhead?”

He shrugged. “Didn’t hear you complaining about my oversized—”

She shot to her feet, jostling the table. “Can I speak with you in private?”

“You need it right now?” He feigned exasperation. “We’re in the middle of dinner, woman. You’re insatiable.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“Next time you need me, wake me up." He bit her earlobe, tugged. "You don't spend a minute unsatisfied in my bed. Understand?”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“I’m going to kill you,” she whispered.

He sat up once more, wrapped her hair around his fist and growled. “Fuck me, instead.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“Hayden felt ready to snap. She felt out of control. She needed something. Unfortunately, she had a feeling that something was the six-foot-five hormone-whisperer walking beside her, whistling the Happy Days theme song.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“Who’s got you feeling out of control, duchess?”

Hayden shook her head, knocking against his chin in a way he found so endearing, his throat hurt.

“Tell me so I can set them straight.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“If you like being cuffed, I have no problem accommodating you, baby.” “Actually,” she returned, drawing the word out, “I was thinking I would cuff you.” She held her breath. Any minute now, he’d scoff at her request and this charade would be over. Funny, she wasn’t quite as ready to walk away as she had been moments ago. In fact, the thought of Brent’s big body, restrained by handcuffs, was surprisingly appealing. That fluttering in her stomach had graduated into a constant tug, confusing her further. “Done.” Hayden hid her shock as Brent leaned close and spoke gruffly near her ear. “Be warned, though. If you take away the use of my hands, I’ll only make up for it with my mouth.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“Hayden's ovaries stood up and delivered a thundering ovation.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“Jesus, baby.” He groaned loudly, shifted. “Been a while?”

Yes. “No. It’s just you…you’re…”

Brent sat up, putting his face right in front of hers. He bit her bottom lip and tugged. “I’m what?” When she tried to kiss him, he dodged her mouth. “Say it. What am I?”

“Huge,” she whispered.

“That’s right.” His hands slipped up her back and gripped her shoulders. “And you’re going to take it.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“Don’t worry.” He granted her two more quick thrusts, then moved his wet fingers to the tight bundle of nerves, pressing tight and holding. “You’re going to be full of me later. For now, just let me rub your sweet little clit.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“If she ever decided to stop pretending they didn’t set each other on fire, she’d seriously have to woo his ass. And no, he didn’t care if that made him sound like a chick.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“The first time they’d met, in this very pub, he’d hit on her using so little finesse, she’d been forced to ask if he was kidding. Granted, they’d both had a few too many drinks that night, but nothing excused the line, “I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you.” Nothing.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“Duchess, tug the top of that dress down just a little. Just enough that I can sit here and imagine sucking your nipples.
Then there was the one accompanied by his hand squeezing the front of his jeans. Sit on my lap, baby. I just need your weight right here.
Or the one that had nearly melted her into the seat. If I slipped my hand under your dress right now, no one would know but us. Think you could stay quiet long enough to come?”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“Will we?” He gripped her knees in his hands. “You going uncross these sexy thighs long enough to find out what I can do between them?”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“Scoot forward,” he asked in a gravelly voice. “Just a little. I promise I’ll suck them so good for you. So good.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“That’s not—” Hayden cut herself off, reminding herself she didn’t owe him apologies or explanations. “That’s right. Color me shocked that you managed to show up looking halfway decent. I thought you might ditch the suit and show up in a bolo tie.” “I’d thought about wearing my Spider-Man costume, but it’s at the cleaners.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“Would you like me to tell you what I did last night when I got home?”

“No.” She shivered. “Yes.”

Brent chuckled quietly, but it came out sounding pained. “I took off my clothes and lay down on my stomach in bed. Then I wrapped your silk panties around my hand and fucked them.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“That’s it? You’ve been standing there thinking for twenty minutes and your big epiphany is roses?”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“Just wham-bam, let me get back to playing Grand Theft Auto, ma’am.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble

“When the doorman asked for his ID, Brent gave him a look that said seriously man? And kept walking.”
― Tessa Bailey, Asking for Trouble