Kansas City Secrets Quotes

“You shouldn’t kiss me like that unless it means something to you.” Max’s lip trembled beneath her thumb. A deep groan rose from his chest. And then he was pushing to his feet, pulling her with him. His mouth covered hers, hot and wet and full of a driving need she answered kiss for kiss.”
― Julie Miller, Kansas City Secrets

“Would you feel safer if I stayed tonight?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yeah, you do. Everything else aside, would you feel safer?” He tapped his cheek to ask her to look him in the eye and answer. “Up here, honey.”
She did look up into those expectant blue eyes. Yes. In every way that mattered, she felt safe with Max. Rosemary nodded.
“Say it, Rosie. Don’t make me think I’m bullying you into this.”
“I’m not inviting you into my bed. But you are awfully warm, and I can’t seem to shake this chill and...” She hugged her arms around her waist but bravely held his gaze. “I don’t want to be alone tonight. Would you stay with me?”
The taut line of his mouth relaxed. “I like a clear set of rules, too. So no hanky-panky, but you wouldn’t be adverse to a little cuddling? You know, so I can keep an eye on you and you could borrow some body heat?”

“That would be enough for you?”
He brushed a copper tendril off her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. “That would be perfect.”
Rosemary smiled. “Then I can live with those rules, too.”
― Julie Miller, Kansas City Secrets

“That’s not why I’m here. I’ve got a mission. I made a promise.” His chest expanded with a deep, ragged breath. “Ah, hell. Quit looking at me like you either want to shoot me or eat me up. I’m trying to do the right thing here.”
Max’s rejection instantly sent her back to the times in her relationship with Richard when he’d rebuffed her advances. “I wasn’t very good, was I? I’m sor—”
“Do not let that man come between us.” Max swiped his hand over his mouth and jaw and spun away.
Just as quickly he faced her again and grabbed her wrist.
“You call me whatever crass SOB you want to.”
He pulled her hand to the front of his jeans and cupped it over the unmistakable warm bulge behind his zipper.
“This is what you do to me. I don’t know why you and me fit together this good. If I could take you to bed right now and finish this, I would.”
He released her and backed away, raising his hands in apology. “But that’s not what I’m here for. Neither one of us needs that kind of complication in our lives. I have to keep the mission in mind. I’m a cop. I have to think like a cop, not a...”
“Not a what?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
But he didn’t fill in the blank. “It’s not your job to deal with me. I’m damaged goods, Rosie. You can do better than me.”
― Julie Miller, Kansas City Secrets