Dirty Quotes

“If you love your girl? Buy her books.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“Thank god for coffee. Coffee understood. Coffee was my friend.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“You've got drama too?"
A shrug. "Doesn't everyone?"
"A side effect of breathing, I guess?”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“When women read romance books, one of two things generally happen.” Mal ran a hand through his lovely locks. “They either want to discuss the book in great depth. And probably, life and your relationship. Now sometimes that’s okay. You reach a higher level of understanding with each other and shit. But sometimes it sucks, pure and simple. You wind up getting bitched at for days because of something the dude in the book did that makes you look bad. But if it’s an awesome book, however, a hot one? Well then … kinky fuckery like you wouldn’t believe, man. The ideas Pumpkin has gotten out of some of those books. Gold. I could never have talked her into trying half of that stuff.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“What to go out with me tonight after work, Vaughan?”
… “You asking me out on a date, Lydia?”
“Yes,” I said. “I am.”
“Babe, I’d love to.” His hand rose to the back of my neck, stroking, drawing me closer. Hot damn, did he have the moves. The man turned my mind to mush.
“Something you need to know,” he said. “Before tonight.”
“What’s that?”
“I put out on the first date,” he told me with a perfectly straight face. “That okay with you?”
“Oh, I’m counting on it” … “I mean…it would have been so awkward if you expected me to respect you for your mind or something. Yikes, how embarrassing. Between you and me, I’m really only interested in getting into your pants.”
The corner of his mouth twitched.
“I’m sure you’re a nice guy and all, but, priorities, you know?”
“I know.” The man’s smile would have made a nun think twice. I never stood a chance.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“Do not make me fuck you against this door, Lydia.”
Everything inside me squeezed tight. “God, that sounds good. Let’s do that.”
“Shit.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“How'd you get through yesterday, though?"
"Running away, you, sarcasm, violence, and last but not least, tequila.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“Trust me, never mock a romance book,” said Mal with all the zest of a manic street preacher. “You have no idea the amount of good they can do for you between the sheets and on the streets. If you love you girl? Buy her books.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“Do you believe in crazy at first sight?”
Lines creased his brown. “What?”
“I’m not down with the whole L-word and I don’t think this, whatever this is, is that. So don’t freak out and suddenly accuse me of being a stage-ten clinger or something, got it?”
“Okay.” He looked amused.
“But what if there was crazy at first sight? Because I think we have a credible basis for that.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“I’m putting all my drama on you again.”
He hung his head. “Yeah, you are.”
“I’m so sorry.”
… “On the plus side, when you get worked up your tits start heaving up and down with each breath. Magnificent. Honestly, I can’t get enough of it.” Little lines appeared on his forehead as his hands demonstrated the apparently bouncy-boob-like motions in front of his chest. “I’m tempted just to say shit to get you started, I love it so much.”
In the face of his broad grin, I had nothing.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“Life is hard. Terrible things happen. We all have feelings. We're all just flesh and blood, trying to do our best.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“When something is no longer working, changing your plans is not giving up. It's not failure.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“I'm going to kill you."
"Babe, calm down," Vaughan whispered in my ear.
"Let me go."
"Don't think that's a good idea. You wanted to stay out of jail, remember?"
"I want to kill him more," I panted. "Much, much more.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“You sure no one hit you?" He did not sound convinced.
"Yes. I lose my grip and hit the floor when I was climbing in the window. My home invasion skills need work."
"I'd suggest you try a different career path.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“I just want you to know, I will not be falling slave to your devil dick and demon tongue. No matter how good they are.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“So this was what having friends involved. Maybe I should just get a pet rock or something. A plant, maybe. Anything incapable of answering back. Once”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“Angry words didn't stop the world from turning round.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“Fuck's sake." Vaughan hefted me up, holding me closer. "No one in this town respect property rights anymore?"
"You should really lock your doors," I mumbled, giving up the struggle. "Windows too." He grunted, unamused.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“Anyone who’d stop feeling up or finger banging a woman in favour of taking a fucking phone call is an inconsiderate asshole you shouldn’t be opening your legs for.”
“I’m seeing that now.”
“I’m serious, Lydia.”
I studied the tabletop, needing a moment to pull myself together. “How long have we known each other? What, half an hour, an hour?”
“Ah.” Turning in his seat, he checked out an old wooden clock on the kitchen wall. “Yeah. about that.”
“Are you aware that most people wait a little longer before discussing the rules of etiquette in regards to finger banging? Who they should and shouldn’t open their legs for? Things like that.”
“That so?”
“It is.”
“Well, fuck.” He sat back, outright grinning at me.”
― kylie scott, Dirty

“Apology accepted,” I said. “Good.” “Be warned, though, I’m practicing to become a better feminist.” I rolled onto my back, staring at his luminous eyes in the dark. “The whole Chris thing was a kick to the clit, but I’m working hard to set myself straight now. I own this body. My fate is mine.” “Okay,” he said slowly, meshing his fingers with mine. “Where is this going?” “I just want you to know, I will not be falling slave to your devil dick and demon tongue. No matter how good they are.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“Can’t stop touching you,” he said.
“Please don’t.”
“Why the hell haven’t we been doing this before now,” he whispered in my ear, breathing heavy.
“Because we’re idiots?”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“Truth be told, my emergency escape plan was a little flawed. At least I'd made it over the fence.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“You’re in me. Have been since the first day I met you. I fought it for a while, but that’s over.”
“You’re in me too.”
“Good … ‘Cause that’s where I’m going to stay.”
I buried my face against his chest. Damn tears.
“I mean that literally too,” he whispered against my ear. “You get that right?”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“Clearly, there were far more northern Idaho sex gods than I’d given the region credit for. Further classifications were going to be required. If Vaughan topped the super-cool category, then maybe this new guy should win on the lumbersexual front. Given my abrupt return to singledom, I’d have to give this important man-classification system more thought.
Disclaimer: Objectifying people is wrong and stuff.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“Nipples are little beasts, always reacting to everything, especially when you’d rather they be discreet. There’s a reason titillation starts with the word “tit.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“The thing is, sometimes, you just have to teach people a lesson. Either that or resort to homicide, and I'd rather not go to jail.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“I will not rain on people’s parades with unnecessary practicalities they can figure out for themselves.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“It’s like you have some sort of breast obsessive compulsive disorder. Have you considered seeking counselling for your addiction?’ He sighed, face carefully set ‘nothing wrong with a man admiring a fine female chest but if you disagree feel free to hold it against me.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“At least I had my memories of him bare ass naked to keep me happy in the meantime. And trust me, there was real happiness to be had in having seen this man naked. My dreams had better be full of him, or I and my subconscious would be having a serious talk.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty

“As eyebrows went, Nell's lest one was particularly vocal.”
― Kylie Scott, Dirty