Playing for Keeps Quotes

“I tried to take it slow, give you time to wrap your head around this. But I'm done playing nice... I’m taking what I want. I'm taking what's mine,” he growled harshly behind my ear.”
― J.C. Grant, Playing for Keeps

“I need this. You own me, whether you like it or not. You're stuck with me . . . And I need to own you... I'm never gonna let you go. I would rather fight every fucking day with you, than be without you. We will fucking destroy each other before I let you go.”
― J.C. Grant, Playing for Keeps

“I asked nice. You said no. I begged, you said no. So, I'm not asking.”
― J.C. Grant, Playing for Keeps

“You're mine to take care of. To make sure you feel safe and secure. To make sure you're happy, and I take it fucking seriously.”
― J.C. Grant, Playing for Keeps

“No one will ever want you as much as I do. I've waited my whole life for you... I'll always want you. It controls everything I do.”
― J.C. Grant, Playing for Keeps

“Can we just decide to be together? And deal with whatever comes our way? I know I'm possessive and jealous. And insecure as fuck with you. Sometimes I'm afraid I'm not enough for you. That I'm not good enough.”
― J.C. Grant, Playing for Keeps

“I'm gonna ruin you for any other man,” he murmured.”
― J.C. Grant, Playing for Keeps

“on me,”
― J.C. Grant, Playing for Keeps

“And if your in my house you can go through all my shit. Snoop all you want.”
― J.C. Grant, Playing for Keeps

“So, if you tell me you love me during sex, don't freak out over it. Don't obsess over it and what it means. I love you during sex doesn't count, it won't mean anything to me until you say it when I'm not inside you.”
― J.C. Grant, Playing for Keeps

“I felt warm water running between my thighs. Penetrating me. I squirmed trying to get away from it. Something warm and hard pinned me down. As the stimulation built, sleep faded, everything lazily coming into focus. I registered the rough scratching of stubble, warm breath, silky hair on my thighs. I realized it was David's mouth creating that warm sensation. His head moving between my legs, heat from his tongue spreading through me, warming my blood as he lapped and circled my clit. My legs draped over his shoulders, resting along his broad back, my toes curled and flexed as he worked me up. His hands clamped to the creases just below my hips bones, holding me in place as he leisurely ate me. Savoring me like he loved it, like he could do it for hours. “Are you awake?” David asked from between my thighs, his voice husky. He slipped two fingers into my soaking sex, stimulating my sensitive bundle of nerves with perfect precision.”
― J.C. Grant, Playing for Keeps