Sleet Kitten Quotes

“I need to get away from civilization before I punch someone in the throat.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“Mr. Wilder! What a pleasure to see you, my boy!” Hmm, not the server. His hair is jet black, and he has a perfect Mario mustache. Exactly like that Nintendo character.  “Hi, Mario.” Shut the front door. That is not his name! “I’d like you to meet Katelyn.” Jackson gestures to me. “This is her first time visiting your fine restaurant.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“I drove Mama home and she talked about my girl the whole time. She had only good things to say, and I’m a little scared about what Mama’ll do to me if I fuck this up. If I do fuck it up, I’ll deserve whatever sort of punishment she sends my way.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“You spent the entire day together?” Fuck it. I’ll shock her socks off. “And night. He left this morning.” There’s a loud clatter on her end of the call. Pretty sure she just dropped the phone.  It’s nearly a minute before I hear my mom’s voice again. “Warn a woman, would you? You gave me a hot flash.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“You, Kitten. You are my happiness. The one who makes me a better person. The one I want to see in the stands cheering me on. You are the woman I want at my side. You are my passion.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“This book is dedicated to everyone who’s ever embarrassed themselves in front of a crush. We can’t change the past. But we can laugh at it.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“I will make you my girl, Kitten. I promise you that. But I’m going to take my time in doing so. I’m going to wait until you’re ready for me.” His cheek brushes against mine. Oh. My. Fuck.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“Come for me, Kitten. I need to see it. Katelyn, come for me.” I do. I come so hard I think I scream.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“Kitten, baby, we can go slow next time. But right now, I need you. I can’t wait. I need to be inside of you.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“If I saw pictures of her and some guy, and that guy was touching her, and they had a history of getting naked together, I’d get arrested. I’d get arrested because I would lose my ever-loving shit, find the guy, and beat him to near death just for having the audacity to touch what’s mine. And she is. Kitten is mine.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“gorgeous Kitten.” Another kiss. “I can’t wait to have you bent over, ass in the air, your hair wrapped around my fist, as I fuck you from behind.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“He’s just so... good. A good guy. Good son. Good brother. Good kisser... Which is where I feel like I slip from reality and into fantasy. The sexual chemistry, and tension, between us is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Just a single look from him. One press of his hand. One kiss, and my heart is racing. Even just his voice, the brush of air against my neck when he bends close to talk. The sensations keep compounding, and I feel like we’ve been on the precipice of tipping past foreplay all day. He is driving me home right now, and if he decides to drop me off, ending our date at the doorstep, I think I might die.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“He chuckles. “See something you like?” “Like? I’m in love. What is this place? I feel like I stepped into Narnia... or Diagon Alley!”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“And I’ll give you tickets to my games. I’ll do so as often as I please, and I’ll give you as many as I please. I’ll dress you up in my jersey, and any other item of clothing I can think of, branding you as mine. You’ll take them, you’ll wear them, and you’ll be fucking happy about it. Nod if you understand me.”  I nod.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“Hands still on my knees, Jackson talks in a quiet but firm voice. “You have to stop being so fucking perfect, Kitten. I’m trying to make it through this day in a civilized manner. I’m doing my best to resist the urge of throwing you over my shoulder and taking you back home. But if I’m going to succeed, you need to stop saying all the right things, making all the right sounds, and looking at me like I hung the damn moon. We have this place, then dinner, then I’m taking you home. Not a moment before. Nod if you understand what I’m saying.”  My mouth suddenly feels very dry, but I’m able to give him a small nod.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“I think you might have the same witchy powers that my mama has. Here I am spilling my secrets to you and we haven’t even had lunch yet.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“Is there anything you aren’t good at?” My tone is admittedly a little irritated. “I’m pretty bad at drawing.” He smirks.  I scowl. He grins. “Kitten, are you annoyed that I’m good with my fingers?” “No.” I roll my eyes. “I’m pleased. Literally. I’m just annoyed that you seem to have the Midas touch with literally everything you do. It’s not fair to us mere mortals.” “Are you saying that I just turned your pussy into gold?” I laugh, even though I try not to. “Wow, so humble.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“Oh. My. Holy hot-guy gods!” Meghan shouts, startling me out of my daze. “That was the sexiest fucking thing I have ever witnessed.” She fans herself. “That was better than porn. Fuck it, I’m going to be watching that replay as porn.” Izzy giggles. Steph groans.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“Jackson reaches up, puts a hand up on the railing next to Meghan, jams his skate onto a support bar below, and pulls himself up. And then he’s there. Standing on the outside of the railing, at the end of our row, staring at me. “Get over here, Kitten.” His voice is full of barely restrained intensity.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“Thankfully, I feel like I’m starting to understand the rules of hockey. I know I’m missing a lot but I’m getting the basics figured out. Like - the puck goes in the net, the crowd freaks out. Goalie stops the puck, the crowd freaks out. The players do pretty much anything, the crowd freaks out. I know that goalie helmets are cool, but I have no idea what offside means. I think it’s bad. And apparently the term icing does not refer to the delicious stuff you put on a cake.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“Jackson is right in front of us, at the back wall behind the bench, helmet in hand, still where he slammed against the glass, giving Frat Boy a death stare.  I can almost hear the words as I read them off his lips: “Back. The. Fuck. Off!”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“In the blink of an eye, Jackson is on the goal and slipping the puck past the goalie’s skate, into the corner of the net.  I lose my shit. Steph loses her shit. The guy next to me loses his shit. Pretty much the whole arena loses its collective shit.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“Whoa, buddy, way to jump ahead! This is our first actual date and I’m already planning out our afternoons 5 months from now. Somehow she’s turned me into a pussy-whipped glob of putty, and I haven’t even felt her lips on mine yet.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“The smile she gives me hits me deep. I am so screwed with this girl.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“Yeah, like if he knows how to use his hockey stick in the bedroom,” Meghan says with an exaggerated wink.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“Okay, so fuck mimosas. We can drink this straight up, like the ballers we are. And what do you mean you don’t deserve it? Unless you spent last night drowning kittens, or replying to dick pics on Tinder, I think you’re fine.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“I’m not sure if I’ve ever watched an NHL game before, but I should have. These guys fly across the ice like dancers, but crash into each other like freight trains. The combination of grace and violence is fascinating. And sexy.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“And wow, he looks good. Hockey pads are not exactly what you’d call a sexy outfit, but - on him? - it works. It makes his already large frame look even more impressive and climbable.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“Dearest Kitten, I was having a fairly dull evening last night, until you wandered into it. If you’re not otherwise occupied, I would like to have you in the stands tonight at my game. Hopefully cheering me on. I got the feeling that maybe you aren’t a hockey fan, so I included something for you to wear. There are usually a couple of people wearing my jersey, so don’t worry about everyone knowing that we slept together last night just because you’re wearing my name. Yours, Mr. Fuck Hot”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten

“Jackson’s grin is a bit devilish as he says, “I was thinking more along the lines of my sister’s shoes. But I kinda like that the idea of another woman sleeping over gets your fur up. My Kitten is getting a little green, I think.”
― S.J. Tilly, Sleet Kitten