So this is what you two do when you’re up here,” Dean drawls. “All that deep, intensive tutoring.” He air-quotes the last word, chuckling in delight.“Actually, Garrett’s just helping me brush up on my make-out skills,” I tell Dean in the most casual voice I can muster. Dean snickers. “’That so?”“Okay…” Dean’s eyes gleam. “Then I’m calling your bluff, baby doll. Show me your moves.” I blink in surprise. “What?”“If a doctor told you’ve got ten days to live, you’d go for a second opinion, wouldn’t you? Well, if you’re worried about being a crappy kisser, you can’t just take G’s word for it. You need a second opinion.” His brows lift in challenge. “Let me see what you’ve got.”“Stop being a jackass,” Garrett mutters.”No, he has a point,” I answer awkwardly, and my brain screams, What? He has a point? Apparently Garrett’s body-melting kisses have turned me into a crazy person.

— Elle Kennedy

Stop. Talking." Her whisper was muffled against his lips, and his answering chuckle was muffled by hers." What would you have me do instead?"" For starters? Put your mouth to better use.

— Elle Kennedy

Swallowing, he peered down at Noelle, floored by the sheer calm reflecting at him. "Are you okay, babe?" She rolled her eyes. "Of course. What do you think I am, a pansy-ass damsel who weeps at the first sign of trouble?

— Elle Kennedy

The accusation raises my hackles. “Why? Because I’m a player?” Indignation makes my tone harsher than I intend for it to be. “Have you ever thought that maybe it’because I haven’t met the right girl yet? But no, I couldn’t possibly want someone to cuddle with and watch movies with, someone who wears my jersey and cheers for meat games, and cooks dinner with me the way you and Garrett—

— Elle Kennedy

Then there’s the intelligence that practically radiates from you. Did I ever tell you smart women seriously turn me on?” His thumbs began caressing her cheeks, and he bent to whisper close to her ear. “You’re a walking contradiction, Hayden. Prim and proper one moment, wild and uninhibited the next. And the more I get to know you, the more I like what I find.

— Elle Kennedy

There's nothing childish about me, sweetheart.

— Elle Kennedy

Well?" he prompted, toying with the elastic of her leggings. "What should we do with these pants, Bailey?" One teasing stroke of his fingers over her belly, and a breath shuddered out of her lungs." Take them off," she choked out.

— Elle Kennedy

When I'm feeling this way, there are only two activities that calm me down." He shrugged. "Fighting's one of them."" What's the other?" she asked, then cursed herself for opening her stupid mouth. Because his green eyes were gleaming now, smoldering with sin. "What do you think, love?" Several seconds ticked by as their gazes held." It's fucking," he drawled. "Pure, hard-core fucking.

— Elle Kennedy

Why don’t they care?” Contempt dripped from Liam’s voice as he stared at their colleagues. “Weddings? J.J.’s christening? Came’s graduation? What the hell is wrong with them?” D laughed harshly. “The world doesn’t stop when something bad happens, bro. Life goes on. But that doesn’t mean they don’t care about him.”“They think he’s dead.”“Not all of them.”“Just one is enough. One person gives up and the rest fall like fucking dominoes.” Liam no longer sounded angry, but anguished. Visceral sorrow polluted the surrounding air, and D suddenly felt like fleeing. This was why you didn’t get close to people. Liam had been fine before his friendship with Sullivan. Then he’d gone and formed a bond with the man, and now look at him. Hurting. Furious. Pathetic. D liked his teammates. He respected them. He cared whether they lived or died, and he saved their asses when their asses needed saving. Furthermore, he even showed up for their fucking weddings and graduations. But truly caring about them? Enough to experience genuine grief if they were gone? No, he would never let himself get that close.

— Elle Kennedy

Why is feeling something for someone a weakness?

— Elle Kennedy