Quotes For Lovers Quotes

“Andy waited, her instincts warring with each other. To touch Kate, to hold her. To throw her guard up, ward off whatever this was. To speak first, to not speak at all. To repeat the last words Andy had said to her before she left two months ago. I love you, Kate. Andy kept her mouth closed, breathed in and out. And she studied Kate.”
― Jessica L. Webb, Troop 18

“...It's who you are. You're like a hummingbird, defying reality, a beautiful mystery, spreading your sweetness to all the needy flowers. Well, I'm no pretty garden blossom and I don't need your brand of sugar.”
― Karin Kallmaker, The Kiss That Counted

“Do you still want me to call you Cleopatra?" I whispered softly with a smirk. She suppressed a laugh. "No!" She looked at me with serious eyes and I could see that she wasn't quite ready to tell me her secret. "It's okay," I said, "a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
― Giselle Fox, Claire and the Lady Billionaire 1

“She slapped my shoulder playfully. "I've created a monster," she said, then she nestled into the chair and rested her head on my shoulder, "an adorable, sexy monster.”
― Giselle Fox, Claire and the Lady Billionaire 2

“We are not so different, you and I," she said as if she was inside my thoughts. "We are flesh," she ran her finger down the center of my chest and circled around my breasts, "and bone," her hand traced a path down my abdomen and over the crest of my hip and down my thigh, "fire," her hand swept up my body and pressed against my beating heart, "and water," her hand trailed down and between my legs...”
― Giselle Fox, Claire and the Lady Billionaire 4

“I was sucked in by the blackness of her eyes. I was pulled under as she sank mercifully deep. I imagined her whole body playing inside mine, writhing up and down as I was filled and emptied. My deepest fire ignited then raged and finally exploded. My eyes were open when it happened. Nikki thundered down on me and rocked me in her arms until I stopped shaking. There was nothing more to save and nothing more to give. That sacred part of my soul was now and forever hers.”
― Giselle Fox, Rare and Beautiful Things

“I’m going to tell you a story,” she whispered. “There once was a beautiful woman named Amber, who lived alone in a far away land between the sea and the sky. Anyone that passed by knew that Amber was special. But there was one who adored her most of all.” She paused and smiled down at me. “Whenever Amber went down to the ocean and bathed her body, whenever she dipped her long fingers into the waves, the mermaid that lived in the deep water beyond the reef would swim close and watch her. Each day the mermaid came a little closer until finally, she emerged from the water and said hello.” “Just like you did,” I whispered. “Shhh.” She held her finger to my lips. “When Amber saw the mermaid, she was very curious. More curious perhaps, than she’d ever been about anyone. The mermaid was even more curious about Amber. No other woman had ever seemed so perfect and so pure. Every time the mermaid looked at Amber her desire grew like wildfire. Amber hadn’t yet learned all the slippery ways of the world,” She said softly as she dipped her thumb between my lips. I sighed as she pressed into me. “The mermaid could tell that Amber was still afraid. So the mermaid decided to take a chance. She gave Amber a single kiss and hoped that Amber would see her for who she really was.”
― Giselle Fox, Rare and Beautiful Things

“I had the dream again. I was leaning in the back corner of the elevator in my building looking down at the bundle of keys in my hand. Below my hand were the blurred outlines of my black leather lace-up boots and my frayed black jeans. There was ink all over my legs from the screen-printers in my shop. There was ink on the skin beneath the rips at my knee and my thigh where the rough edge of my work table had worn through... The detail was vivid, but there was an ethereal sparkle to everything around the edges. The periphery washed out of focus as if I was looking through a narrow lens... Then the elevator stopped and the door opened. A woman climbed on board. Her face was concealed behind large sunglasses. The realism of the dream became unsteady and I lost grip. The images became fleeting close-ups, stills, and sensations. She was looking at me and my heart began to race... A part of me worried that I was drunk and about to make an embarrassing pass at some poor woman from my building. But when I reached for her, she reached for me too... She pulled my hand down and then the elevator began to plummet. I realized I didn’t have much time. I was surrounded by her scent and warmth... I was so overwhelmed with the sensuality of everything that I lost myself in her... Then I watched her eyes fade into the blackness of my apartment as I woke up.”
― Giselle Fox, Rock Candy

“Brianna,” I heard a sweet voice call to me from somewhere above the clouds. “Brianna Valente, this is your captain calling,” came that sweet voice again.”
― Giselle Fox

“Are you sure? It’s not too late to step away from this.” Something in her thoughtful tone wasn’t entirely convincing. Lifting my gaze to look into those captivating blue eyes, I spoke clearly. “All I know for sure is that when I first met you, I felt my heart beat again. That hasn’t happened in a very long time. I was almost convinced I no longer had one.” I felt her hand slide down to my heart where the pounding grew more insistent. “You did that for me, angel. It’s way too late for me to step away from this.
"“Are you sure? It’s not too late to step away from this.” Something in her thoughtful tone wasn’t entirely convincing. Lifting my gaze to look into those captivating blue eyes, I spoke clearly. “All I know for sure is that when I first met you, I felt my heart beat again. That hasn’t happened in a very long time. I was almost convinced I no longer had one.” I felt her hand slide down to my heart where the pounding grew more insistent. “You did that for me, angel. It’s way too late for me to step away from this.”
― Lynn Galli, At Last

“Are you sure? It’s not too late to step away from this.” Something in her thoughtful tone wasn’t entirely convincing. Lifting my gaze to look into those captivating blue eyes, I spoke clearly. “All I know for sure is that when I first met you, I felt my heart beat again. That hasn’t happened in a very long time. I was almost convinced I no longer had one.” I felt her hand slide down to my heart where the pounding grew more insistent. “You did that for me, angel. It’s way too late for me to step away from this.”
― Lynn Galli, At Last

“I wanted to come back with a plan, to have things sorted out and decided. To have made some decisions about my life completely on my own,” Kate said, her eyes on Andy. “I never imagined finding someone like you. When I did, when I fell in love with you, I trusted you to know and understand things about myself I didn’t share with anyone. About losing my sister, my career, my sexuality. You seemed to have this incredible capacity to carry it all, and you seemed to do it so easily.”
― Jessica L. Webb, Troop 18

“Come back to me." It wasn't a plea. It was an offering. Andy finally looked at her, reminding her of the night she'd found Andy sitting on the floor in the dark. That night her eyes had been guarded, closed. Now they were alive, hiding nothing. Kate could see everything; every thought, every fear, every suppressed desire in those piercing, beautiful grey eyes.”
― Jessica L. Webb, Trigger

“Kurtz had been watching Andy quietly as she moved around her kitchen. “You’ve found her, haven’t you?” Kurtz said with a gentleness Andy didn’t think she’d ever heard before. She’d seen it, though. It was evident every time Kurtz looked at Tara. “Yes,” Andy said, and a deep sense of rightness filled her entire body. “It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Andy smiled. “Yes, it is.”
― Jessica L. Webb, Troop 18

“Lexi stepped from the darkness. She wore a skin-tight black leather jacket, black leather pants that might have been painted on, and black leather boots. Strapped around her waist and thigh was a bright yellow utility belt. But it was the signature mask, cape, and emblem on her chest that gave it away. “Batgirl...” Cate whispered.”
― Giselle Fox, Sun Catcher: Book One

“She flicked off the light and was about to step out onto the balcony when she heard a familiar sound. She smiled and went to the rail. “Now I’ve seen everything,” she whispered as Lexi climbed down onto the balcony. They looked at one another for a moment without saying a word. Cate felt her heart race as Lexi’s dark eyes penetrated through her mask like lasers. Lexi reached for her and pulled her inside.”
― Giselle Fox, Sun Catcher: Book One

“Let me show you what right-wing conservatives can do with their tongue.”
― Harper Bliss, French Kissing: Season One

“I clutched her hand and pulled it to my chest. "Make me a promise, Reagan," I whispered.

"Anything, name it."

"If I ever treat you anything less than precious, promise that you'll tell me so and remind me of this conversation."

"I promise, and promise me that you'll do the same."

We linked our fingers as we did sitting in my car, which seemed like a lifetime ago. The feeling of that connection was the last thing I was aware of before we both drifted off to sleep.”
― Robin Alexander, Gift of Time

“They’re all yours,” Taylor whispered. “If you want them.” She hoped very much that she did. She hoped Jericho would begin to show her what she was really made of. She slid her hand down the seat of Jericho’s pants and pulled her tight. “Let me feel your mouth,” she whispered.”
― Giselle Fox, Sun Catcher: Book Two

“In the very unlikely chance that something unexpected happens today, I’m just going to say that I met you in Barcelona and that we had a wild affair and that I followed you to Malaga for sex and the promise of a good time.” “More or less true,” Lexi grinned. “It’s perfect.” “If you get hauled away in handcuffs, I’ll ask for visitation rights to get my lady fix.”
― Giselle Fox, Sun Catcher: Book Two

“When Kylie was ready, Blair went into her friend’s room and lay next to her on the bed. Blair started to thread her fingers through the doctor’s soft curls, speaking to her in a soothing voice. “It’s gonna be all right. Everything will work out. We’re gonna be one small, happy family.” She kept up her ministrations, until she felt Kylie’s body relax, and then slowed down and finally stopped. Kylie was sound asleep, and Blair couldn’t resist staying right where she was. She nestled her cheek against Kylie’s back, listening to her strong, sure heartbeat and the steady intake of breath. It’s gonna be so nice when I can sleep with her, she thought. Just lying here with her calms me down. She noticed that Mackenzie was unusually calm, too, and whispered, “Mama Kylie calms you down, too, doesn’t she, Mackenzie? All we have to do now is convince her that we’re gonna love her as much as she loves us.”
― Susan X. Meagher, All That Matters

“Kylie and Nick went to the symphony the next night, and by the time she came home, Blair was sound asleep on the sofa. The doctor gently woke her and helped her to her feet. “But I wanna stay up and talk about being a lesbian,” Blair mumbled, her words sounding comical given her tousled hair and sleep-suffused voice. “We can talk about being lesbians tomorrow.” Kylie scratched the back of Blair’s neck, knowing that a good scratch was as effective as ether. By the time they reached the bedroom, Kylie merely had to urge her onto the bed and cover her with a quilt. “That’s my girl,” Kylie said.”
― Susan X. Meagher, All That Matters

“Blair was home when Kylie arrived the next night, and as soon as the doctor walked into the house, Blair called out, “Get changed! I brought carryouts for dinner. We’re gonna spend the whole night talking about the dangerous world of lesbianism.” “I have a feeling that someone’s not taking my concerns very seriously,” Kylie said when she walked into the kitchen. Blair gave her a hug and said, “I take you and your concerns very seriously. But I’m confident that I’ve thought of the repercussions, and I know that once I convince you of that, we’re gonna be fine.” She gave her a dazzling smile and said, “Is it okay if I’m happy about that?” “I suppose so,” Kylie said, trying but failing to look aggrieved. She wrapped her arms around Blair and playfully tossed her back and forth. “You’re so darned cute that I can barely stand it!” “Oh, you haven’t seen half of it. Just you wait. I’ll confound you with cuteness.”
― Susan X. Meagher, All That Matters

“...This wasn’t just Kylie. This was the woman she had chosen above every other person in the world. This woman was the most important person in her universe, and she was determined to show her how true that was.”
― Susan X. Meagher

“When I have someone to express my sexuality with, I express it with gusto. I think new levels of gusto are in the offing, because I’m finally lying with the woman I was meant to be with.” She kissed her tenderly. “The one who holds my heart.” Shelby threw her arms around Jemma’s shoulders and held on tightly. “I loved you long before I knew what love meant. Now I’m sure. Of our love. Of you. Of us.” Jemma kissed her, tears showing once more. “Now I know heaven exists.” Another sweet kiss followed quickly. “I see it in your eyes.”
― Susan X. Meagher, The Reunion

“I’m sorry.” Laurel traced lazy circles around her belly button. “It’s difficult. I’m trying so hard to be noble here, and responsible.” “I know.” Dana’s gaze slid over Laurel’s face and down her throat. “It’s impossible not to want you right now.” She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of Laurel’s neck. Laurel tilted her head to grant better access, gasping when Dana nipped at the soft skin of her throat. “It almost seems useless to try and resist what’s happening here,” Laurel whispered, to herself as much as Dana. “Almost?” Dana pushed her hand beneath the hem of Laurel’s T-shirt, skimming her palm up the curve of her waist. “Try completely useless.” “Damit.” Laurel rose up and leaned over Dana, licking at her bottom lip. “I’m supposed to be the voice of reason.” “Why?” Dana asked just as her hand found Laurel’s bare breast beneath her shirt. She gave the firm flesh a gentle squeeze. “I don’t need to be protected, Laurel. I need to be touched.”
― Meghan O'Brien, Thirteen Hours