Layla Reyne > Quotes

“Someone else had taken it over. Just like with his email. “Did you hack my phone?” “Hush, Irish.” Walker’s”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“Because standing in front of him was his stylishly dressed partner, a messenger bag over one shoulder, a coat tossed over the other, and silver-rimmed aviators nestled in waves of auburn hair. More times than he could count, Jamie had imagined Aidan with his natural hair color, and damn if the reality didn’t surpass each and every one of his fantasies. Mouth”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“It was desperate, it was messy, and it was the best kiss of Jamie’s life. He”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“Fuck. He was gone. So far gone. Past casual, past a crush, past simple attraction. This was Aidan, sans disguises, and Jamie wanted him more than he’d ever wanted anything. “Is”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“Jamie grabbed his wrist and slammed it back against the wall. “Hypocritical much?” he said, voice and body vibrating with anger. “I didn’t...” Aidan swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Since Gabe, it’s only been you. The others...”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“Jamie licked his lips. “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Aidan”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“How am I supposed to tell the difference when a week ago you were dating Nic, Casey, Scott, me and God knows who else?” “That wasn’t reality either. That was me running scared.” Aidan”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“Don’t fuck him.” He had no right to ask yet he couldn’t stop from making the hopeless, helpless plea. “Don’t fuck him, and don’t let him fuck you.” “What?”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“It was the fifty-something woman behind the desk who had her office lights dimmed, a bottle of bourbon on her desk, and her eyes locked on Aidan’s hand on his back. Some emergency. A senior FBI agent caught in a cougar trap. Jamie”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“This didn’t feel casual; this didn’t feel unattached. This felt like something a whole lot more. Closing his eyes, his stomach knotted, his chest clenched, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d told Aidan a lie. *”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“I could have lost you today. My partner, my lover. Someone tried to kill you. Again. So yes, baby, for two seconds I lost focus because I care about you.” “You agreed—” “I’m changing the terms.” Walker’s gaze shone with love and determination. “I’m done fucking sharing. I want all the time I can get with you. Today just proved how short that could be.” Aidan”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“Never one to back down, the prosecutor had argued back, as was their way, but with his tongue instead of words.”
― Layla Reyne, Imperial Stout

“If I’m your home, you’re mine too.”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“You’re more of a force than you realize.” “I don’t scare you,” Aidan said, once he found his voice again. Cobalt eyes clashed with his brown ones. “You scare me, Irish. More than you know.” *”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“I’m sorry, Irish. It’s just you and me now.” This”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“Kept you alive.” He smiled softly—genuine—not his usual overly flirtatious self. “The world—his world—is a better place with you in it, Jamie. I wouldn’t risk you either. And he’s right; you’re far more valuable here.” Raw”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“When I was younger.” He intended to leave it at that, then the bourbon got the better of him again. “And you?” Gaze steady, Walker answered, “Only men.” And”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“These past months have been hard, on all of us. We lost Gabe, and we almost lost you. I don’t know how any of us would have gone on after that, but you have. You’ve had the hardest road of all, and you’ve hung in there. I just wanted to say how proud I am of you.” The”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“Last Wednesday, though, he’d opened his mouth and before thinking better of it, revealed more about his interest in his new partner than he should have. Nothing like being misjudged and shot down by the man he’d lusted after for three years. How was he supposed to work with Aidan Talley? Jamie”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“Relief, life, need, love. Terrifying love. Wrenching”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“Fuck, he was gorgeous, stretched out and flushed beneath him.”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“Body warm, despite the cool night, Cam wanted to get even closer to it. They might both get burned, but he was done watching the fire from a distance, holding himself back from the heat.”
― Layla Reyne, Imperial Stout

“I didn’t want to step on anyone’s toes.” “Working together?” “Sleeping together.” Aidan’s brows raced north. “Excuse me?” “I want to sleep with Jamie, but I didn’t know if you two were more than work partners.” He’d”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“Sorry, it’s a G-man’s life for me.” “Well—”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“She’d lost her brother and a colleague, but Gabe had been his husband, and Tom Crane, his FBI partner for fifteen years. “If”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“His partner, though, wasn’t doing him any favors. Sauntering up the wooden walkway from the beach, towel slung over one shoulder, Aidan’s swim trunks were molded to his lower body in a way that left nothing to the imagination. Groaning, Jamie turned his back on Aidan and the ocean and adjusted his shorts. By”
― Layla Reyne, Single Malt

“I'm thirty-six," he rumbled in Nic's ear. "Not a fucking teenager. I'm going to miss you like crazy, but this is a two-way street, one I'd like to keep driving on with you, the same direction." He grasped Nic's chin and angled his face toward him. "Do what you need to clear the roadblocks.”
― Layla Reyne, Craft Brew

“Hypocritical much?” he said, voice and body vibrating with anger. “I didn’t...” Aidan swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Since Gabe, it’s only been you. The others... I didn’t.” Jamie”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“Jamie draped himself over his back and whispered in his ear. “You’re gorgeous like this, Irish. Skin so red I can barely see the freckles. A sheen of sweat coating you. I can smell you too, leaking from your cock.” And fuck if he wasn’t painfully hard and pearling moisture too. Jamie rubbed against his backside. “And I can smell me on you. I can smell us.” He bit the back of his shoulder and smoothed over it with his tongue. “Need”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“He crushed his lips against Jamie’s and set about finishing what they’d started last night. He’d leave no doubt who he wanted, in his life, his bed and his heart. Lips”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength