Staking His Claim Quotes

“I’m pregnant.”

Brent dropped his bag on the driveway. “What?”

“I’m pregnant and you almost got blown up, you ass,” Hayden said shakily. “I’m never speaking to you again.”

He went toward her slowly, laying a reverent hand on her belly. “There could be a mini-duchess in here?” His exhale sounded shaky. “Holy shit.”
― Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim

“Shh.” His breath at her ear sent a delicious shiver down her spine. “Be very quiet and very still or everyone will know I’m fingering your pussy under this blanket. It needs to be our little secret, doesn’t it, baby girl?”
― Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim

“Lucy Mason, you brought the color in. You brought me to life when I didn’t even realize I’d stopped breathing.” He laid his hand over hers on his cheek. “Now I can’t get enough air. It’s everywhere because of you.” When he pulled the ring out of his jacket and popped open the lid, she didn’t take her eyes off his face for a second. “Be my air. Let me be yours. Forever. Marry me, Lucy.” “Yes.” She knelt down in front of him on the ground, meeting him halfway as always. “Yes, Matt. Of course, yes.”
― Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim

“You’re going to be sore tomorrow. From me. From how I’m about to fuck you. Every time you walk, sit, or stand, you’re going to think of me.”
― Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim

“The first time I tongue you into coming, it’s going to be an apology. The second time will be a reward for waiting.” He fell to his knees and took his first intoxicating taste of Lucy. A growl worked its way free of his chest. “The third time is going to be because I fucking love to hear you scream.”
― Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim

“I swear to Christ, baby, you were made for me. You feel that?” He pulled out of her, then slammed home once more. “Mine. My Lucy. Let me hear you say it.”
― Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim

“Pull your knees up to your chest.” His voice was gravel. “Keep them there. And hang the fuck on.”
― Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim

“Baby, sometimes what I’m thinking doesn’t translate into words. You’re going to have to badger them out of me until I get better at this, okay?”
― Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim

“Speaking of jeans, good Lord, the man’s ass was a bona fide work of art. As he strode toward the nearby counter to place his order, his work boots not making a single sound, those tight buns set off a choir of rejoicing angels in her head.”
― Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim

“I tried to tell myself wanting you, keeping you, was selfish. Maybe it is.” His lips brushed her forehead. “But I’m lost here, Lucy. I’m lost without everything you’ve got.”
― Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim

“Now Lucy sighed on his behalf. Communication must be difficult when your ass whittled the opposite sex’s vocabulary down to one word.”
― Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim

“Listen to me. I love your sister. I love her so much I can't wait for tomorrow. To see what she says, what she wears, which laugh she'll use. She's not your sister to me. She's Lucy. She's the girl who makes me feel human.”
― Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim

“The third time is going to be because I fucking love to hear you scream.”
― Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim

“Don’t dump my stash. I hereby bequeath all manner of pleasure machines to you, my pasty, studious little friend.”
― Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim

“Somewhere in Hayden's town house, her panties were still smoking.”
― Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim

“When I walk in the front door after a shift, Lucy, I want your mouth on mine before I even get my jacket off”
― Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim

“chicks before dicks manifesto”
― Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim

“I know I'm not who you'd pick for her. I'm probably not even who she would pick, but I'll change that. I'll give her everything.”
― Tessa Bailey, Staking His Claim