Quotes about military-romance

...People so often ignored their gut because of social niceties and expectations. Luckily Dax didn't have that issue he was barely fucking civilized.

A desperate man does what he has to to.”She lifted a brow. “I make you that desperate?”“I guess it will take another date – or two – for you to find that out.

It was right that she was now staying at the ranch. She belonged there.She belonged with him.Always had. Always would.

You’re smart. Don’t sell yourself short by thinking all you are is pretty to look at. What about this new person you plan to become? Is she going to starve herself and work out to the point of exhaustion so she can have a beautiful body too? Because if she is, then she’s going to have the same problems with unwanted attention as the person you are now does.

You have so many relationship-worthy qualities. Either the guys around here are complete idiots or you’ve never shown them the real you.

I think it wasn’t the Cirque du Soleil audition that was my once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it’s Rory.

I'll never look at cake the same way again," he whispered in her ear.

Stop,” he murmured, or at least that’s what he meant to say. It came out sounding more like “Yes,” which probably wasn’t the same thing at all.

This will be the way I’ll be remembering you, Kel,” he whispered softly into her ear, “in this beautiful place, where all that I’m thinking about it how much I want you.

There was magic in the air tonight, and something incredible was about to happen–Kelly just sensed it.

Blake smiled while greeting him and turned to introduce me to his friend from Camp Lejeune. Blake made the formal introductions while I studied the two distinguished men. I liked the way they both carried themselves in a dignified manner with confidence, but not too much that they seemed arrogant. I was fascinated by them. Sleek. Forget eye candy. These two are like eye caffeine. I feel energized just looking at them.

How different her life would be if Orrin hadn’t contacted her in July. She wouldn’t be embroiled in kidnapping, espionage, and murder.

I know what it feels like to miss everything about him--the way he smells, the way his mouth curls up when he laughs, his voice.

Apparently officers are not ‘men’. Officers are ‘officers’.

I leave marks on you, not the other way around.

Redemption was asking too much, but he could hope. Something told him he’d still be seeking absolution when he took his last breath on some distant day.

...She says with that mistyfar-away look in her eyes. Like conjunctivitis.

I may like to be on my own, but I like being alive.

She took his hand, and he smiled down at her. "No mating yet?" "It depends on how...persuasive you could be." "Hot damn, woman. I can be persuasive.

Lori rushed to join him, threw her arms around his waist, and gave him a big, warm hug. And then kissed him full on the mouth. When he came up for air and looked into her smiling face, he smiled right back. "Well, hell, if you had let me know that this was the way I'd be treated as the pack leader, I would have done it a long time ago.

Paul and Lori had cuddled the rest of the night in her bed after showering. He decided that if they didn't mate soon, he wasn't going to last. How would it sound for an alpha SEAL wolf to beg?

Did you hear what I said?" "I'm still getting over being chased by a bear." The bear was nothing compared to seeing Lori naked. "Right." Then she pulled on her jeans.

Maybe having great sex just made a werewolf’s nose work better…

He gently caressed her bottom lips with his thumb. "It just occurred to me that I've never told you how beautiful you are until now, which has to make me possibly the slowest, or dumbest, man in the world.

...She remembered why he'd caught her eye the first time she'd seen him, at Ivy and Landon's wedding. He was absolutely gorgeous. Tall, with broad shoulders and well-muscled arms, he had dark-blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and a square jaw covered with just the perfect amount of stubble. Then there was his mouth... There were books written about lips that kissable.

Can you make the salad while I fix the garlic bread?" He flashed her a grin. "Babe, I live to make salad.

What man didn't enjoy a beautiful woman curled up in his lap, even if she did treat him like a scratching post every time she woke up?

Did you see that bison on the wall there? He’s so big. And so cute.”Angelo grinned. “I thought you might say that. That’s why I got a smaller version.” He took the plush animal from inside his jacket, where he’d been hiding it, and placed it on the table. “This is Ted.”Minka’s eyes glistened with tears as she stared at it. Crap, what had he done wrong? He’d thought she’d love it.But then she grabbed the toy in one hand, threw her arms around Angelo, and squeezed him so hard his ribs creaked.“Tha

Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asked hoarsely. Minka didn't answer. She simply reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him down for a searing kiss.

Angelo pulled his uniform overshirt over his head without undoing the buttons, which she thought was a pretty impressive feat. Then she saw what he was hiding under there and decided the view was much more impressive. Technically, he was still clothed, but the light tan T-shirt was really tight, and she didn’t have to use her imagination very much to figure out there were a lot of muscles under it. Just the sight of his big arms rippling as he moved was enough to make Minka catch her breath.When

She didn't know why being near him made the beast inside her go away, and she didn't care. She was Minka in his arms and a monster out of them. That was all that mattered to her.

You remember why you carry a gun and fight this fight. Not for yourself, but for something greater. You fight for your country, for your loved ones and their safety, and for honor. For something more than yourself.Because nothing makes a man greater than what he’s willing to do and sacrifice for the betterment of those he loves.

We'll fight,' I interrupt. 'And if we die, that's how it ends. Fighting. With purpose.

A good orgasm was in the details.

Dominic reached behind his head and tugged on his T-shirt. The rising fabric revealed his abdomen. And yeah, he liked the way her gaze followed the hemline. But his arm stilled, his bicep taut and his T-shirt covering his hair. If he kept going, she’d see the damaged skin on his chest from where the bullet had entered.“Are you sure about this?” he asked. “My scars aren’t pretty.”“I promise to focus on your abs,” she murmured without looking up. “And lower.

I look at you,” he murmured, “and I remember every position, every way I made you come, how you felt against my mouth. Honey, I know it all by heart. I don’t want to try some new kinky position. I want to revisit where we’ve been.

Sam heard someone bellow in the distance, but the sound of freight trains running in his ears dampened the sound, making it impossible for him to locate the source of the cry. When he heard it sound again, closer, the voice sounded familiar somehow. He strained to listen past the thundering racket in his ears, only to be rewarded by another holler from the voice. This time, he recognized the voice as his own.

The sight of a beautiful, naked Amy sliding her finger into her mouth gave Sam a little jolt, she saw. The front of his jeans instantly appeared fuller. “What have you got baby?” he asked, feigning nonchalance and failing. His eyes had taken on a predatory gleam.“Chocolate sauce.”He quirked his eyebrow.“I stole it from Janie.”Sam’s mouth twisted. “That’s Janie’s homemade chocolate sauce?”“Yup.”“She’s going to kill you,” he said as he crossed the threshold.“At least I’ll die happy,” she responded

There was just something about a Delta boy. Physically, they were as good as men came. But add the whole warrior, protector, save-the-world attitude. Yeah, it worked for her.

He was the gorgeous one, brute strength wrapped into one sex god of a man.

Oh for Christ sakes. Ay carrumba, chimichanga. I have no idea what you’re saying, but shut your pretty pie hole.

He didn’t touch her. He didn’t have to. Tingles exploded down her neck, shooting toward her navel.

Whatever you guys call it. Man up. Get your panties out of a wad. Put on your big boy shorts. Grow a set.

You’re going to let her wander into someone else’s arms? There’s another man who could protect her better than you? Well, if that’s true—

God must think her a badass because he’d handed her this moment, and he didn’t dole out shit she couldn’t handle. That was a fact taught long ago by that miserable bitch called life.

I want us to be more spontaneous. I want the superhero to come home and take me. Nothing to do with being his wife. Everything to do with uncontrollable testosterone.

What are you? The pregnant MacGyver?” “Best compliment I’ve had in a while.

You know what? I don’t care about everyone. I never even cared about me. I cared about you.

Oh, a grenade. But where is the bamboo bazooka?

That’ll be like catching Niagara fucking Falls with a fly net.

I want no part of you? Explain that." Because right that second, he wanted every part of her. Preferably naked.

People do man-candy model shoots that don’t look nearly a tenth as orgasm-worthy as you right now.

Eyes locked, they stared. She felt bleeding pain down to her soul.

Your booty call embargo will remain intact.

And now I can’t breathe for wanting you. I woke up, and your eyes were on fire. You haven’t looked at me like that in years. All need. All want.

I’ve been waiting half an hour for you to wake up.” His voice was uneven and raspy. “Is that right?” she murmured.

Grant pressed his back against the outside wall of the turquoise and white two-story home he and a team of Miami PD officers were about to storm. On the surface the place fit in perfectly into the upper middle class neighborhood. On the inside, however, it was a fully functioning cocaine lab.

Out of the military, out of the war, out of the only life they knew. Team Fear took the fall.

She blinked at him, mouth open. "Do you really think it's wise to insult a woman who's holdin' a needle this far away? - she held her fingers an inch apart - "From your Grand Master of Ceremonies?

I don't want you to think about anyone in your past. No now, not ever again. You deserved a hell of a lot more than any of those bastards gave you." "If it helps," she said with a faint smile, "I killed most of them.

You're so beautiful," he told her. Her laughter tickled his ears. "You realize you're looking at my back, right?" "Mmm-hmmm. And it's a very beautiful back.

She shook her head and said," If there's one thing I've learned in my life, it's that shitty things happen. You can't always stop them. They just happen. And yeah, you can let them destroy you, but what's the point? Might as well learn to deal with all those shitty things and move on." "Is that what you did?" "Yes." She paused. "And you will too. You just have to accept your loss and try your best to live out the rest of your life without letting the loss destroy you." "Easier said than done," h

She rubbed her lips over him, then lifted her head to meet his eyes. "Tell me what you like." "Everything," he choked out. "I like everything you're doing." "Tell me," she insisted.... Although it nearly killed him to say it, he mumbled, "Start slow. Make me beg for it.

She glanced at the bathroom door once more, her cheeks growing warm as the glass door slid open and Kane emerged from the steamy shower stall. Naked. She swallowed, unable to tear her eyes away from his nude, dripping-wet body. He had the kind of rock-hard physique that would make other women drool. His broad chest tapered to a trim waist, and his legs were thick and dusted with golden hair. He was lean, not bulky, with perfectly sculpted muscles that looked like they'd been carved out of marble

Kane..." she hesitated. "I lied to you last night." His green eyes searched her face. "What did you lie about?" "When I said... when I said I didn't want to kiss you again." Her breath came out in an unsteady puff. "I lied.

Kane couldn't remember the last time he'd had a real conversation with a female. His chats with women consisted of sentences like "Do you like that, babe?" or "Roll over, I want to screw you from behind.

She wasn't entirely sure if she was being rescued or kidnapped.

Something dropped on her shoulder, but even as she screamed, her heart stopping midbeat, the next oncoming branch swept the tarantula away. Aww! Ick! She manically brushed her shoulder with her free hand, every inch of her covered in goose bumps. "When running from people who're trying to kill you," Walker advised as he kept dragging her, "it's better to stay quiet. Generally speaking.

He couldn't tell if she was checking him out with sexual interest or sizing him up. Did she know who he was? Truly was...Or maybe she just wanted to get to know him. Hell if he knew. It'd been too long since he'd paid attention to a woman and he hated that he couldn't tell if that was feminine interest in her gaze.And now, after two years, his cock decided to wake up.Fuck.

She'd taken one look at him the first time they'd met and it was like her body had just erupted into a ball of heat and hunger.

He was so damn sexy, with beautiful bronzed skin that showed off his Mediterranean heritage.

When Dax turned to her, those blue eyes that reminded her of the Aegean Sea pinning her, all thought process left her mind.

Oh yeah, she wanted to be this man's prey in every way. She'd felt his brand of dominance and wanted more of it.

Are you trying to tell me you were a virgin before me?" she asked teasingly... He snorted at the question. "I just wanted to give you fair warning that I'm going to fuck up. Probably a lot." She shrugged, seemingly unfazed. "Me too. That's what relationships are about. We'll argue, then have incredible make-up sex. And as long as you always concede that I'm right after an argument, we'll be fine.

She was different from any other women he'd been with. Something he'd known from the moment he'd met her and she'd made a smart-ass comment about him looking like GI Joe on vacation.

I don’t do gentle, Mara,” he felt compelled to warn even as he worked his way down from her lips, over her chin, to the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder. He scraped his teeth over the frantic beat of her pulse and reveled in the delicate shudder that shook her body. “So if that’s how you think this is going to go, back out now.

Men like him, the kind of guys who left the womb fighting? They didn’t get fairy-tale endings. They burned bright until they burned out—and he was burning out.

No, but I imagine there's a gun tucked away somewhere on your body. And I know what you can do with that, hotshot."He took a step toward her. "With what, sweetheart? With the gun? Or the body?

He'd told her she was his. That he was jealous and he wasn't sharing her. Where the hell had that come from?He didn't know, but as she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his abdomen, he knew he'd spoken the truth. He was jealous. Completely and utterly, and it twisted him up inside to realize it.

She lost herself in the kiss, moving her body against his, her excitement rising, the tension inside her spinning tighter and tighter.

Cooper came back down to the darkened room about half an hour after Lucky had freed his hands. The boat was still rocking, the wind was blowing and Sawyer called out, "Dude, you can't leave the boat on auto-pilot in this kind of weather. Jesus is not here to take the wheel.

Friendly fire was never friendly, and it was coming. Operation Stand-and-Watch was over. Did that mean Operation Bust-His-Balls was on deck?

I thought you were more like GI Joe, but now that I know about the cape, you sound more like Superman." Mia Kensington to Colby Winters

For just this moment, he wanted her to see him for who he was, without the pity he knew she'd feel when she found out the truth.

A kiss unlike any other kiss. There was no denying that.

You know, Savannah, if you cry, I won’t tell anyone,’ Ken said quietly. ‘I promise.

He leaned over, catching her lowered gaze. “I’m the present, Darlin’.

The scent of arousal pouring off her was almost enough to make his fangs – and everything else – pop out. She leaned against the doorjamb, her gaze sweeping over him. “Do you have any idea how yummy you look in that suit?

One of the special teams turned sadistic in Kandahar and took out a village. The organization reacted swiftly by shutting down the program and denying any and all knowledge. Contracts were severed. Their service records heavily redacted. Overnight, the entire team was out. Out of the military, out of the war, out of the only life they knew. Team Fear took the fall.

She giggled. Giggled. Her cheeks pinked, and goddamn, if this plane didn’t get to the gate and un-board them, he was going to pull the emergency hatch.

Holy swoonballs!

My ex wants to come and rescue me.’‘Too late! I already rescued you. Who does this guy think he is?

This many pretty girls in the room, all watching you boys like you’re a wedding-reception one-night stand waiting to happen—

I am not the girl I once was, and that is okay. I am a new woman, because this is a new world, and I will do what I must for the people I love...Nothing is perfect, but we have a chance now. We have hope, and that is all I ever asked for.

You speak Arabic? Tell him my name is Infidel Redeemed by Christ.

While I stood on the front porch, watching him climb into his vehicle, I breathed in the humid air. I looked at the cloudless sky, and the blue vastness of it made me think about the endless opportunities that lay ahead for me. Life, I knew, was going to be different now… better. I was going to live for today and for the future. Dear past… thank you for the lessons. Dear future… I am ready.