One Week to Score Quotes

“A strong but gentle grip on her nape had pulled her back to make the acquaintance of a warm slab of granite. Callused fingers held her neck while a blunt hand fanned her hip, locking her into position against something hard and hot.

It could have been anyone, but after just one afternoon of Flynn-spun intimacy, her body knew its owner.”
― Kate Meader, One Week to Score

“Flynn was kissing her again, not to help her forget but to force her to remember. Everything he had meant to her then. Everything he meant to her now. How he always had been, and forever would be, her world.”
― Kate Meader, One Week to Score

“The human brain was, on the whole, a marvelous thing. It worked perfectly from the day you were born until the moment you needed it to ace an exam or resist the show-and-tell of Flynn Cross’s dick.”
― Kate Meader, One Week to Score

“Stop trying to rationalize this, man. There is no scenario here that ends with you between this woman’s thighs.”
― Kate Meader, One Week to Score

“Hauling a deep, make-me-feel-sexy breath, she
pinned on what she hoped was a coquettish smile, turned as smoothly as her bulky gown allowed, and found her previously pleasure-filled sightline newly blocked by sixfoot- and-change of home-grown Texas assholery.

This particular example happened to have thick, wavy
hair as dark as his heart, deep, soulful eyes as blue as the garter still circling her thigh, and a face that made angels weep. Probably after he’d screwed them senseless, knocked them up, and abandoned them with a wink and a smile.”
― Kate Meader, One Week to Score

“Shut it, Flynn. Just… oh God, you’ve been impossible to evict, because possession is nine-tenths of the law. You’re inside me. A part of me. But you pulled me close with one hand and crushed my heart with the other, and I can’t go through that again.”
― Kate Meader, One Week to Score

“You’re going to need more than an average kissing game to get with me, Cross.”

“Nothin’ average about that kiss.”

She sighed. “Don’t beg. It’s so unTexan.”
― Kate Meader, One Week to Score

“If she wanted to bang every waiter and bellman on the Mexican Riviera, she would do so with dildos on. No one said her rebound(s) had to be classy.”
― Kate Meader, One Week to Score

“Well, screw this daddy complex shit. 100ccs of Madonna girl power needed STAT!”
― Kate Meader, One Week to Score

“He fingered her nape, massaging his sensual intent. “I’ll give you whatever you want whenever you want it. Any time of day, you need relief, just crook your finger and I’ll crook mine. Against you, inside you, deep as you need it. If I’m not around, text me and I’ll come, ready to make you come. For one week, I’ll fulfill every fantasy on demand and get you off so many times we’ll break records.”
― Kate Meader, One Week to Score

“Her head felt like miniature construction workers had taken up residence. Along with jackhammers and pneumatic drills, they were now whistling at passing women and yelling “Hey, baby!” She made the pledge of hung-over idiots everywhere: I’m never drinking again.”
― Kate Meader, One Week to Score

“He looked like he might break out into an irate merengue any minute. Patrick Swayze reincarnated.”
― Kate Meader, One Week to Score