Crashing the Net Quotes

“And if I catch him staring at your ass one more time, I’m going to punch him in the face.”
― Samantha Wayland, Crashing the Net

“He still had all his teeth and he wasn’t on fire. That was something, right?”
― Samantha Wayland, Crashing the Net

“Alexei’s hand slid from Mike’s thigh and Mike’s chest went painfully tight. It was hard to breathe. He told himself he’d survive this, too, no matter what happened.”
― Samantha Wayland, Crashing the Net

“Alexei’s wide shoulders and chest, coupled with the insanely powerful thighs his worn jeans struggled to contain, should have been Mike’s first clue he was looking at a goalie. And in the case of the Ice Cats, the metric ton of lube soaking into his clothes should probably have been a good hint, too. Alexei Belov was infamous for his pranks.”
― Samantha Wayland, Crashing the Net

“Oh, fuck it. Alexei was weak. Fallible. Only human in the face of being offered what he wanted. So. Damn. Much.”
― Samantha Wayland, Crashing the Net

“It still scared the shit out of him, but his fear was nothing in the face of what he truly wanted. For Mike, he would be brave. He”
― Samantha Wayland, Crashing the Net

“No. That’s your special word. It’s very simple with me. If you say no, I stop. If you say stop, I stop. If you have questions, ask them and we won’t go on until they’re answered.”
― Samantha Wayland, Crashing the Net

“Moi milyy.” The words rumbled from him, helplessly fond and possessive and incredibly stupid.”
― Samantha Wayland, Crashing the Net

“Surely Alexei wouldn’t carve him up into little pieces and leave the Ice Cats’ defense down a man. Right? They”
― Samantha Wayland, Crashing the Net

“Cupping the back of Mike’s head in his palm, he dragged his wide-eyed friend closer and pressed his mouth to Mike’s. It was an awful lot like kissing a statue.”
― Samantha Wayland, Crashing the Net

“Alexei wanted to tear the phone from Mike’s white-knuckle grip and throw it down the elevator shaft. He had no idea what the hell Mike’s father had said, but it had turned Mike milk-white, his dark eyes darting around the elevator as if searching for something.”
― Samantha Wayland, Crashing the Net