Spider Game Quotes

“He lifted his head, his gaze moving over her face. “I love looking at you,” he admitted. “Every single tiny detail of your face and body is etched into my brain for all time. I want to wake up every morning looking at you and go to sleep at night with you right beside me. When I die, Cayenne, I want you holding me and looking at me, right in my eyes, so I take that last sight of you with me.”
― Christine Feehan, Spider Game

“He forced his mind back to the kitchen and the mess she’d created. He found himself smiling for no reason at all. If he wasn’t already falling for her, this mess definitely turned the tide. She’d tried. For him. She had no clue how to cook, but she’d gotten up early, looked up cooking videos and tried to make him breakfast. He went back to his room and got his cell phone so he could take pictures. Lots of them. He added a video of the entire room. He wanted to have both to remember this moment. His woman, doing her best, giving him a priceless gift. The question came up in interview after interview: What did one get for the man who had everything and could get anything he wanted? You gave him this. A messy kitchen and burned pots and pans. Flour all over your face and clothes. You gave him something no one else had ever bothered to do or would think of doing. Yeah. He was falling hard. And he was framing the damn pictures and putting them up on his wall”
― Christine Feehan, Spider Game

“No biting, babe,” he cautioned, his cock jerking hard in his fist at the thought. Her gaze jumped back to his cock. A slow smile curved her mouth and lit the green of her eyes. “A little fear can add to the excitement of what we’re doing here.” She quoted him nearly word for word—threw his words back in his face and left him wondering if she intended to bite him. “You bite me and there’s going to be all sorts of trouble. I love your ass. I really do. That sweet curve would look good with my handprints on it, all warmed up and nerve endings screaming for more. You’d be so wet for me, baby. Let me up. Let me make you feel good.” “If that’s supposed to be a deterrent, or a punishment, I have to tell you, Trap, it doesn’t sound like one.” She said it with a small smile on her face, once again leaving him wondering if she intended to bite him. Yeah. Okay. That made him hotter”
― Christine Feehan, Spider Game

“He took his hands away. Then his weight left the bed. It was impossible to hear him move, he was a GhostWalker. He went silent. She lay there writhing—unable to hold still with the oil burning her, keeping her hungry for him. “Trap?” Fear skittered along the edge of excitement. “Right here, baby,” he said. His voice came from across the room, reassuring her immediately. “What are you doing?” His presence steadied her. “Sitting here having a Scotch. Watching you. Deciding what I’m going to do next”
― Christine Feehan, Spider Game

“She took a breath, and her vibrant green gaze moved over his face, taking him in. “Then okay. We’ll do this. Together. But don’t make any more decisions no matter how logical they are if they involve me, without consulting me first.” “Babe.” His voice said it all. He was that kind of man. He knew it. She knew it. Her breath hissed out of her. “Fine, but expect my temper when you do, Trap. It isn’t going to be pretty.” “I know.” And he did”
― Christine Feehan, Spider Game

“I’ve already alerted the boys. They’re waiting on the pier to greet you and welcome you home.” You would do that. You couldn’t just keep this between us? “Hell no. And by that, I mean hell no.” Wyatt moved easily, as if Trap didn’t weigh anything. “The great Trap Dawkins bested by a little bitty woman. She took you down so fast, so easily. It was a thing of beauty. I did record it, just so the others could see it.” This toxin is going to wear off and then I’m going to shoot you. “Yeah, but in the meantime, I get to tell everyone about this. I think the other teams ought to know as well. They all revere you. This is going to show them you’re human just like the rest of us.”
― Christine Feehan, Spider Game

“Wyatt put him carefully in the bottom of the boat and studied him. “I’m thinking we need to make this more comfortable for you.” He reached down and crossed Trap’s arms over his chest and stepped back in the rocking boat to survey his handiwork. “Much better. The boys are goin’ to think you look like Sleepin’ Beauty. Maybe Malichai or Mordichai will give you a little kiss.”
― Christine Feehan, Spider Game

“Trap worked his jaw. Doesn’t surprise me. She put me down hard. Wyatt grinned at him. “Sexy as hell, right? Now you get why that woman of mine is so damned special. She makes me hard every time I piss her off”
― Christine Feehan, Spider Game

“You two like to live on the edge,” Mordichai observed. “Me, I’m going to get me a little yes-woman who wants to cook like Nonny, wash my clothes for me and fuck all night.” “What does she get out of it?” Draden asked. Mordichai looked shocked. “I told you. I’ll fuck her all night.” Wyatt and Draden burst out laughing”
― Christine Feehan, Spider Game