Friends don’t build cages for each other. Karen Marie Moning More Quotes by Karen Marie Moning More Quotes From Karen Marie Moning He strips his shirt over his head and I catch my breath, watching those long hard muscles ripple. I know how his shoulders look, bunched, when he's on top of me, how his face gets tight with lust, as he eases inside me. "Who am I?" "Jericho" "Who are you?" He kicks off his boots, steps out of his pants. He's commando tonight. My breath whooshes out of me in a run-on word: "Whogivesafuck? Karen Marie Moning lust running long The paranoid one's wards are still active. They keep me several feet from the building." "But not his car," I said, a smile tugging at my lips. Barrons would go nuts if he knew that V'lane had touched his Viper. And stretched out on it nude? He'd have an aneurysm. Karen Marie Moning car nuts feet If I'm a little girl, then that makes you a serious pervert. Karen Marie Moning girl serious littles We have to save the world," I reminded him. He reached for me. "The world can wait. I can't. Karen Marie Moning save-the-world waiting world See me when you look at me. Karen Marie Moning look-at-me looks Bring it on, Tinker Bell. Karen Marie Moning bells I can't help but see myself in them. The Seelie are who I was before my sister died. Pink, pretty, frivolous Mac. The Unseelie are who I've become, carved by loss and despair. Black, grungy, driven Mac. Karen Marie Moning despair black loss He pulls me around and kisses me. "You're Mac," he says. "And I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters. Never will. You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that?" I do. Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me. Karen Marie Moning kiss-me kissing matter The illusions it had woven for me had taken place only in my head. The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hard ones are. Karen Marie Moning battle eye taken Sighing dismally, she acknowledged that some things just weren't humanly possible - not even Martha Stewart could fold fitted sheets. Karen Marie Moning sheets folds Never underestimate a well-dressed bimbo. Karen Marie Moning well-dressed wells underestimate Love knows no right or wrong. Love is. Only is. Karen Marie Moning jericho-barrons wrong-love love-is Try a rocket launcher. Think maybe you could manage to hit me with that? Karen Marie Moning rockets trying thinking Barrons: "He got upset it wouldn't shut up and tore its head off." Mac: "The child?" I gasped Karen Marie Moning upset shut-up children Since the moment I laid eyes on Jericho Barrons, I wanted him. I wanted him to do things to me that pink and clueless MacKayla Lane was shocked and appalled and ... okay, yeah, well, utterly fascinated to find herself thinking about. Karen Marie Moning clueless eye thinking One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can’t breathe around it and you realize you don’t need air. Oxygen is trivial. Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset. To touch the one you love. To try again. Karen Marie Moning sunset kissing men I'm not good, Mac. Never have been.' What-true confession time? my eyes tease. Don't need it. 'I want what I want and I take it.' Is he warning me? What could he possibly threaten me with now? 'There's nothing I can't live with. Only things I won't live without. Karen Marie Moning eye warning needs We will K‘Vruck the world. Karen Marie Moning world A little blood never bothers me. Karen Marie Moning bother littles blood Ancient eyes had stared at me, filled with ancient grief. And something more. Something so alien and unexpected that I'd almost burst into tears. I'd seen many things in his eyes in the time that I'd known him: lust, amusement, sympathy, mockery, caution, fury. But I had never seen this. Hope. Jericho Barrons had hope, and I was the reason for it. I would never forget his smile. It had illuminated him from the inside out. Karen Marie Moning grief eye lust