Sweet Filthy Boy Quotes

“I want to love all of my life as much as I love this night.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“Life is built of these little horrible moments and the giant expanses of awesome in between.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“He’s the guy who’ll do a ridiculous robot dance to make you laugh, who’ll lick the tip of your nose, make a fool out of himself for a smile. I’m sure if I tried to wrestle him to the ground, he’d let me win. And enjoy every minute.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“The problem with being in the eye of the storm is you have no sense of how big it really is.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“Which was your favorite? Living room, or bed, or floor, or bed, or wall, or mirror, or bar, or floor?”

“Shhh,” I whisper, lifting my cup to take another, more careful sip of coffee. I smile into my mug. “You’re weird.”

“I think I need a cast for my penis.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“What you feel, Cerise? I feel it, too. Fuck, Mia, I feel everything for you.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“I’m not sure I ever made a woman come with my mouth before I met you,” he admits. “I love kissing you there. And I love your ass, it’s perfect.” With this, I feel his length stir against my stomach as his hands squeeze me. “I like any kind of sex with you, but I prefer being on top of you . . . You make missionary feel dirty the way you grab and move under me.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“It’s weird, maybe, that I love your scar as much as I do.”

I have to remind myself to breathe.

“You thought it was the first thing I noticed, but it wasn’t. I didn’t even pay attention to it until the middle of the night, when you finally lay down on the bed and I kissed from your toe to your hip. Maybe you hate it, but I don’t. You earned it. I’m in awe of you.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“Mmpf. You’re so heavy. Do you have bricks in your pocket? Get off me.”

“But you’re so warm,” he whines. “And soft. And you smell so good. Like woman and sex and me.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“I love to taste you, do you notice?”

I curl my hands into fists around the pillowcase.

“I think this sweetness is just for me. I pretend your desire has never been like this.” He dips a finger inside and brings it up to my lips. “For everyone else it was never so silky and sweet. Tell me it’s true.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“I want to watch you come,” he whispers, eyes moving across my face. He pulls his thumb back and paints a wet line across my lower lip. “I want to feel you squeezing me and I want to eat your greedy little noises.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“You just implied you’re banging me tonight.” His grin gets bigger as his hands snake around my waist.
“Play your cards right.”
“I forgot my cards … But I did bring my penis.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“I reach for my bag, pulling out gum, but he quickly moves to me, sliding his hands up my neck to cup my face. “Don’t.” He leans close, sucking on my mouth the way he seems to like so much. “You taste like me. I taste like you.” He bends, licking my tongue, my lips, my teeth. “I like this so much. Let it stay, just for a bit.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“He closes the door with a determined click, and I hear him call to a flight attendant, and I sink down onto the toilet seat, resting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands as I listen to him through the door.

"I'm sorry to bother you but my wife," he says, and then pauses. With the last word he says, my heart begins to hammer. "The one who now got sick? She's started her... cycle? And I'm wondering if you keep any, or rather if you have... something? You see this all happened a bit fast and she packed in a hurry, and before that we were in Vegas. I have no idea why she came with me but I really really don't want to screw this up. And now she needs something. Can she, uh," he stutters, finally saying simply, "borrow quelque chose?" I cover my mouth as he continues to ramble, and I would given anything in this moment to see the expression of the flight attendant on the other side of this door. "I meant use," he continues. "Not to borrow because I don't think they work that way."

I hear a woman's voice ask, "Do you know if she needs tampons or pads?"

Oh God. Oh God. This can't be happening.

"Um..." I hear him sigh and then say, "I have no idea but I'll give you a hundred dollars to end this conversation and give me both.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“I wonder if he thinks he married a girl with two personalities: vixen and wallflower.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“And this is when I know we’re only about an hour and a half from Harlow riding Finn reverse-cowgirl on the floor somewhere.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“Mia, you're going to need to really up your game in order to bring sexy back.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“Gosh, I want you in me so deep I feel you in my throat.
Ansel laughed against my skin and I realize I've said this out loud.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“I can sense he needs distance and it pushes a small ache between two of my ribs.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“We're married for the summer. Summer marriages don't get dragged down in heavy stuff.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“Well, I need to stay in France for another six months or so. You'll need to live there with me for a bit before we can buy a house Stateside.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“We’re all supposed to be mildly horrified and then start constructing the funny details about that-one-time-we-all-got-married-in-Vegas that we’ll share for the next thirty years. There’s no sweetness or kissing, Mia. Only hangovers and regret.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“What is it?" I follow the path of his eyes to the pan on the stove where I've tossed the prawns with the pasta and vegetables. He winces. "It looks unbelievable. It's just..." He swipes a palm across the back of his neck. "I'm allergic to shellfish.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“I escaped into you because I fell in love with you.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“It’s middle-of-the-night-thirty here,”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“the rich mahogany timbre, the curling vowels and seductive consonants. His voice dances.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“The problem with being in the eye of the storm is you have no sense of hwo big it really is.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“What we know is the unrequited possibility, the temptation of the idea. The make-believe. The adventure. But when you choose the adventure, it becomes real life.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“Hi." I barley get the sound out before he's kissing me, lips hungry and searching, sucking at my bottom lip, my jaw, my neck.
"Tell me you really, really want to meet my friends, or else I'm taking you back there to undress and fu** until you're hoarse."
"I want to meet your friends. You can undress me later."
"Then tell me a story about Madame Allard, because that's the only way I'm going to quickly lose this erection.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy

“Be good, wife.”
― Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy