Cara McKenna Quotes

There's four things a real man has to be able to do for a woman."
"Exactly how many man-lists do you have?"
He let my wrist go and ticked the items off on his fingers. "Fix her car. Grill her a steak. Kick the ass of any guy who makes her cry. And fuck her so hard she wakes up half-crippled."
"Oh my God.

— Cara McKenna

“Listen, kiddo," he said. "I'm a selfish prick, and I want to be the greatest fuck of your life and ruin you for every man who comes after me. But I'm not a mind reader, so I need some help. Otherwise I could end up as the douchebag who's got shitty taste in wine and totally traumatized you when you were thirty.”

— Cara McKenna

My soul had the flu.

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“I'm gonna fall in love with you, Kelly said. His words hung in the darkness, bright as candle flames.”

— Cara McKenna

Let's quit our jobs and fuck all day.

— Cara McKenna

“Only for you, fan-girl." He tossed her towel. "And I like when you blush, so go ahead. Mop my sweat, you kinky beast."
-Michael Flynn, Willing Victim”

— Cara McKenna

“Yes, I would be very honored to corrupt you in whatever ways you like.”

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“Well, draw yourself a pretty little blueprint and do me a favor and don't show it to me. I like fighting, and I like fucking. I don't care much for thinking.”

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“You know your chances with me always get worse, the more you talk. And Kelly finally shut up. For a block, anyway ...”

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“These past couple of weeks, I'd scaled Kelly's massive wall and peeked at what lay beyond. But I'd made myself too comfortable, and he'd tossed me back out, stacked his defenses thicker and taller and coiled it with a halo of concertina wire.”

— Cara McKenna

“Shane knew this wasn't love, at least not any kind of love that extended beyond the desires of two selfish bodies. No future, only fleeting pleasure. This was addiction, plain and simple ... irresistible need coupled with painful consequences and regret, moments of pure happiness like islands, spread out in a thrashing sea of insecurity and interminable waiting.”

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“In the simplest language, spoken without a single word between out two bodies.”

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“Laurel had gotten plenty of head in her time, but never like this. Flynn fucked her with his mouth ...”

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“We're not messing around tonight, I informed him as we reached the main road.
I never mess around. I'm all business in the sack.”

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“And I realized something I never had before. Deep down, I want to be seen as an object too. I want to be coveted and sought after. I want to be taken apart and understood, reassembled, filed away in Didier's cabinet. I don't even need to be pretty to have this. I only have to allow him to open me up.”

— Cara McKenna

“He was the best lover I'd ever had. So far ahead of the competition, I couldn't even recall their names or faces.”

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“Call me traditional, but the whole manscaping trend turns me right off.”

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“Okay. We've got about twenty minutes before I get mean again.'
She laughed, relieved the night was still young, 'What are you, some kind of sex-werewolf?”

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Are you part of the BDSM scene or whatever?" Laurel asked.
He made an exasperated noise. "I can't stand that shit. They make everything so fucking complicated. You might as well be one of those Civil-fucking-War ... " He twirled his hand, searching for the word.
"Reenactors?"
He snapped his fingers at her. "Three points.

— Cara McKenna

“I love your body, for everything it's given to me," he murmured. "For letting me ... letting me inside you. After all that time. And your hands, for touching me, and your soft skin, for letting me touch you. For your mouth. And kissing you, and for the things you asked me. For your ears, for being willing to hear my answers.”

— Cara McKenna

“I'm a selfish prick, and I want to be the greatest fuck of your life and ruin you for every man who comes after me. But I'm not a mind reader, so I need some help.”

— Cara McKenna

“You taste so fucking amazing." He brought his head up and Laurel could see the violent rise and fall of his chest. "Sit on my face," he said.”

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“Just us two, stripped and spent, hearts beating together in the darkness.”

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“Nobody's fucked me that good in ages."
I laughed. "I didn't even get you off."
"You will. Unless you broke your hip or something.”

— Cara McKenna

“It was what she'd been doing in every aspect of her life lately, wanting to hole up in the backseat and not be asked to drive. Just hand over the keys to someone else.”

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“His body was as powerful as ever, looking as strong and exciting and cut as it did in my fantasies. He owned me in smooth, explicit strokes. But it was the noises he made that had me aching. The tight grunt each time his hips met mine. There was a helplessness in that plaintive sound. Something that said, Let me in, a plea trying to pass for an order.”

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“She smiled sweetly. "I bet you jack off with your pinkie stuck up in the air, don't you?"
His smirking lips twitched, faint and quick as a flea sneezing. "Picture it however you like.”

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“And I'll tell you now, I won't be calling you tomorrow or the next day or the day after that, so don't get in a stink when I don't. None of the normal dating rules apply to this.”

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“Scary as this was ... telling her these things was like a bloodletting. The initial cut hurt like hell, but with it done he could feel the toxins escaping, making room for relief. And all at once he wanted to give in. With a blinding bolt of understanding, he realized he'd had it all wrong, blaming his fetish all this time, thinking of it as some twisted, fucked-up force that lived inside him. A thing to be drowned in liquor, glass by glass, night by night, year after year. It wasn't his desire that had poisoned him. It was his shame.”

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The intensity echoed through her, the same excitement he felt. He knew what she wanted
he'd sensed it. He could please her.
She wants your voice, as well as your body. And he didn't even need to think to find the right words to say. He simply let them fall from his lips to her ears. "I can't believe you're here," he murmured. "That you're real.

— Cara McKenna

When I say I want to possess a woman for a day, maybe a whole weekend, it's like I'm inviting her to a dinner party. I'm making exactly the food I want, serving the drinks I like, planning everything. But she's the guest. Just because I'm in charge doesn't mean I won't serve her a damn good meal.

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“If I fall in love with you, it'll be because I know you inside and out, and because you're somebody I want to be a better person for-instead of in spite of.”

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“His irises were pale with a dark ring, gray like his self-designed uniform ...”

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“His pale irises had grown as dark as his intentions, lids heavy.”

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“My mouth could deny my interest in Kelly all day long, but my pussy didn't lie. He felt like more than a single person. Two hands, a hard body, a mean voice. A one-man orgy. I'd leave here limping, just as he'd promised.”

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“Right now, though, the world spun on Kelly's cock. The sun rose and set around it, and I wanted it like I'd never known I could want anything.”

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“He watched her screen, her spell-checker halting at such spurious entries as "fuckwitism" and "Caliguliberal".”

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We're all just pinballs, getting bonked around wherever our upbringings kick us.

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“Oh." His hips bucked faintly with the moan. "I've got so much for you. So much. I wanna see it slip down your pretty chin when I fill that mouth up.”

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“His smile was sudden and guileless, catching me off guard.
He muttered a disbelieving, "Oh, sweetheart," then dropped his forehead to my collarbone and sighed.”

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“... his eyes looked different outside. Nearly blue, like a thick, antique glass bottle.”

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I studied his eyes. They were nearly a color today, a frozen lake reflecting a clear blue ...

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His eyes looked pale green this afternoon, the color of corroded copper.

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Behind narrowed lids his eyes were ice, and they followed my every motion ...

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“His mood-ring eyes were neutral gray, summer clouds that threatened no rain.”

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“His sharp eyes scanned everything, but they didn't dart. Nothing about him promised sudden movement ...”

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“Wouldn't it be a waste to not try and stay with the one I liked?”

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“It's very you, that bike. Fast and dirty and loud."
"Watch it, missy. My girl hums like a lullaby."
"Oh yeah. Completely."
"You're just not listening right, that's all."
"I suppose my hearing's too sensitive."
"Just the opposite. You listen properly, behind the growl, it's all purrs. Pure pussycat.”

— Cara McKenna

“I'm her slave, he imagined. Her toy. She owns me, completely. Again, like the bottle. Both Merry and the gin had proven harsh mistresses, but where Rob had once hid in the false comforts of his addiction, Merry's indulgence drew him out-made him feel wildly, vibrantly conscious, when alcohol had only deadened. The bottle had been a blanket to cower beneath. This . . . This was exposure, pure and sharp.”

— Cara McKenna

“It's a sign of weakness to feel stuff, in prison. To care. To admit you're lonely, or sad, or that you're aching for somebody. Writing to you was the only time I got to get that stuff out of me. I just wrote down whatever needed to come out."
"I think you may be the most romantic man I've ever met."
"Give yourself some credit. I don't write letters like that to just anybody.”

— Cara McKenna