Lisa Renee Jones > Quotes

“You shouldn't walk away from something that intrigues you”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“I can feel this man in every part of my body and he has not even touched me.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“Taking you to the shower. Me Tarzan, You Jane. Do as I say.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“I've always known we were two puzzle pieces that fit together in a hollow that is our pain. There was a time when I was certain we were too damaged not to destroy each other. Now I think we are saving each other.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me

“Other people’s perfection is a facade we create when we are second guessing ourselves”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“The art does not always mimic the artist. You never know the real person until you slide beneath their surface”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“I'm going to lick you all over before this night is over, Sara, ... Suck your nipples until you are crazy with need, then spread you wide and lick you until you come and then, I'm going to do it all over again. I'm going to make sure you are so thoroughly fucked that being fucked has a new meaning.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“The rush of fear is far better than the defeat of boredom.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“I don't even like horror movies. The world has enough real monsters without creating fictional monsters.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“I decide to turn to my old faithful solution to all that is wrong in life. Coffee.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“Any man who isn't married by thirty-five is either gay or he's got skeletons in his closet.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“Anger surges in me and I stand up. "You have no right -"
He's on his feet towering over me. "What if I want to have a right?”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“Losing control and you taking it from me are two different things, Sara. You won't ever take it from me.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“The end of starvation is quite delicious.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“Shhh,” he murmurs, kissing away the droplets clinging to my cheeks. “We’re together now.”
I shake my head, rejecting an answer that promises only one moment in time. “I have to know that the next time you get like that, we deal with it together, no matter what that means, Chris. I have to know.”
“I won’t get—”
His denial spikes through me and I try to push away from him, but he holds me. “Sara, wait.”
“You will go there again. You will. I’m not about to pretend otherwise. It’s all or nothing, Chris. All the dark, hated places you go, you go with me. You have to trust me enough to love that part of you as much as I do the rest.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“It’s not a question. It’s not even close to a request. This is how it has to be.” His lashes lower; his struggle is palpable, and I soften instantly, hurting as he hurts. My fingers find his hair, stroking tenderly. “Let me love what you hate. Let me do that for you.”
He presses his cheek to mine, his whiskers a welcome rasp on my cheek. “God, woman. I can’t lose you.”
I close my eyes and whisper, “I’m not going anywhere.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me

“His hand slides to my face. “Look at me when I enter you.”
His voice is rough, intense. “See me, Sara.”
“I do.”
He presses inside me and thrusts, burying himself deeply, completely. “Feel me.”
“Yes.”
He lowers his mouth a breath from mine. “But do you feel us?”
My hands slide around him, holding on to him. “Yes.”
“I’m not sure you do.” He brushes his mouth over mine.
“But before tonight is over, you will.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me

“You make me feel alive.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“You told me I was making you crazy last night," he reminds me, drawing me out of my thoughts, back to a present I'm uncertain of.
"You are, Chris."
"Well, you are making me crazy, too."
"Is this supposed to be making me feel better?”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“You know, sweetheart, I know I'm fucked up. But if you think the guy trying to protect you instead of walk all over you is the one trying to run your life, you're just as fucked up as I am.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“How many of us allow others to define us and thus we become what they want us to be, not what we should be or could be?”
― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me

“Lies; they always come back to haunt you.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“I do high heels better post-caffeine.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me

“His mouth comes down on mine, harder now, more demanding, a raw, hungry need in him rising to the surface. “You belong to me,” he growls. “Say it.”
“Yes. Yes, I belong to you.” His mouth finds mine again, demanding, taking, drawing me under his spell.
“Say it again,” he demands, nipping my lip, squeezing my breast and nipple, and sending a ripple of pleasure straight to my sex.
“I belong to you,” I pant.
He lifts me off the ground with the possessive curve of his hand around my backside, angling my hips to thrust harder, deeper. “Again,” he orders, driving into me, his cock hitting the farthest point of me and blasting against sensitive nerve endings.
“Oh … ah … I … I belong to you.”
His mouth dips low, his hair tickling my neck, his teeth scraping my shoulders at the same moment he pounds into me and the world spins around me, leaving nothing but pleasure and need and more need.
I am suddenly hot only where he touches, and freezing where I yearn to be touched. Lifting my leg, I shackle his hip, ravenous beyond measure, climbing to the edge of bliss, reaching for it at the same time I’m trying desperately to hold back. Chris is merciless, wickedly wild, grinding and rocking, pumping.
“I love you, Sara,” he confesses hoarsely, taking my mouth, swallowing the shallow, hot breath I release, and punishing me with a hard thrust that snaps the last of the lightly held control I possess. Possessing me. A fire explodes low in my belly and spirals downward, seizing my muscles, and I begin to spasm around his shaft, trembling with the force of my release.
With a low growl, his muscles ripple beneath my touch and his cock pulses, his hot semen spilling inside me. We moan together, lost in the climax of a roller-coaster ride of pain and pleasure, spanning days apart, and finally collapse in a heap and just lie there. Slowly, I let my leg ease from his hip to the ground, and Chris rolls me to my side to face him.
Still inside me, he holds me close, pulling the jacket up around my back, trailing fingers over my jaw. “And I belong to you.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me

“It’s our scars that define us, Sara. Diego has to live life to appreciate life.” “Yes.” A knot forms in my stomach at the idea that I still don’t know how deeply Chris’s scars define him.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me

“I need him to know that I want to understand him because he matters, because we matter. Because life made me believe that what is blossoming between us wasn’t possible, but maybe, just maybe, it is.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me

“I prefer to think of it as a knack for coming to your rescue," he declares huskily and winks, before he proceeds to wipe up my mess. Oh good God. I've made Chris Merit my janitor. And, he winked at me. I can barely breathe.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“Great. I'm with the hottest man I've ever known and raccoons have crawled through my hair and settled under my eyes.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, If I Were You

“If you're worried I'll bite, I promise to tell you first.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, Escaping Reality

“We just hold each other. Where I was once lost, he’s found me. But I know now that I have only begun to truly discover Chris. He’s still lost.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me

“I like to think I'm not stupid often, tonight proves that when I am, I do it in a big way.”
― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me