Top 300 Sarina Bowen Quotes (2026 Update)
Page 3 of 7

101. “But before we get started, does anyone, uh, have any questions for me?” There’s a long silence. Finally, Barrie raises his hand, and I hold my breath as I wait for his question. “Will Ryan Wesley come to one of our games?”

— Sarina Bowen

102. “Gripping my shaft, I position myself between his big thighs. My breathing is equally unsteady. Hell, my hand is trembling around my cock as if I’ve never done this before. But I haven’t done this. Not with someone I love. The head of my cock nudges his hole. He tenses again, clenching to deny me entrance.”

— Sarina Bowen

103. “She tastes like everything I ever wanted.”

— Sarina Bowen

104. “Every kiss still felt like a gift, because I knew how much they cost him.”

— Sarina Bowen

105. “You close?” His voice holds a taunting note, his lips curved in a slight smirk. “You know I am,” I say desperately. I buck my hips but that just makes him stop moving. Frustration streaks through me. “Please.” “Please what?” He teases my nipple with rough fingertips. “Please let me come.” “Please let me come what?” Confusion rises for a moment, until I realize what he wants. “Please, Blake. Please let me come, Blake.” A huge grin stretches across his face. “Okey-dokey.”

— Sarina Bowen

106. “We can’t be together in Toronto,” I say. Just six little words. But they make his eyes turn red.”

— Sarina Bowen

107. “When his tongue touches mine I damn near keel over. I have to grab the front of his shirt and bunch it between my fingers to keep from being swept away by the storm. Not the storm that’s lighting up the sky, but the one that’s roaring inside me.”

— Sarina Bowen

108. “I can handle it, Lark. Just lean on me. I’ll be your Apostate Farm.” Tears spilled out of her eyes. So many tears. But I just hang on. It’s what a do.”

— Sarina Bowen

109. “Our lips are millimeters from meeting again when he says, “I need to know something, and you have to promise to be honest.” “I’m always honest with you,” I protest. “Good. I’m holding you to that.” Those gorgeous brown eyes gleam. “Did you throw the shootout?” I know exactly which shootout he’s referring to. My lips quiver, so I press them together to keep from grinning. “Well?” I shrug.”

— Sarina Bowen

110. “His eyes had filled with surprise, then flashed with something that sucked the breath right out of my lungs. Not anger. Not annoyance. Arousal. Holy hell, he was getting off on seeing me jerk it. And neither of us was looking at the laptop now. Canning’s gaze stayed glued to the slow movement of my hand beneath my shorts.”

— Sarina Bowen

111. “The siblings crowd us as Jamie and I each open a box. I lift the lid and push some tissue paper aside. Then I pull out a gorgeous hand-thrown coffee mug. It says “HIS” on the side. I hear laughter and look over at Jamie’s gift. Another mug reading “HIS.”

— Sarina Bowen

112. “I’m not like other men, Ash. I’m Man 2.0.”

— Sarina Bowen

113. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget the day Pat walked into the gym and found us – me, flat on my stomach with Jamie’s knee digging into the back of my neck, while I yelled “Ballsack!” over and over again.”

— Sarina Bowen

114. “Leo could picture the scene like it was yesterday. Georgia sat a couple of rows ahead of him, and he usually spent physics class watching her instead of the teacher.”

— Sarina Bowen

115. “Of course,” Blake assures him. “You have nothing to worry about.” Wes strokes his chin and nods. “Okay. Sorry.” “Apology accepted.” Blake’s smile is blinding.”

— Sarina Bowen

116. “Holy Cannoli. I was cuddling the world’s grumpiest farmer.”

— Sarina Bowen

117. “So many things I thought I knew about my life were wrong. But that happened sometimes. All we can do is listen harder, hug harder and hope for the best.”

— Sarina Bowen

118. “The best things in life are the ones you don’t expect.”

— Sarina Bowen

119. “What the hell was that?” I hiss at Blake. “Good question. You go first.” He crosses his huge arms over his chest. “I’m not allowed to talk to your teammates?” “Talk all you want. But flirting ain’t allowed, honey.” Seriously? “I’ll flirt with whomever I want,” I shoot back. “Aw, you really think that?” He smiles. “That’s so sweet.”

— Sarina Bowen

120. “Why would you complicate our friendship?” I whispered. “Like it’s so simple now?” He countered.”

— Sarina Bowen

121. “In the movies, the clothes just fall right off. But the truth of the matter is that getting two people out of jeans and socks and underwear in one small bed was more awkward than I would have thought.”

— Sarina Bowen

122. “I can also see myself in a relationship with him. I can see myself being happy with him and never feeling like things were lacking.”

— Sarina Bowen

123. “I would work on this farm and share meals with these people. I would smile and act normal for as long as it took. Until acting normal seemed normal again, and the dragons in my heart forgot to blow their fire.”

— Sarina Bowen

124. “Who could forget him? Zachariah was a thing of beauty.”

— Sarina Bowen

125. “She tasted like the happiest years of his life. She tasted like his.”

— Sarina Bowen

126. “While I might be deep in lust with Griff, I’d already fallen head over heels for his family. Given the chance, I’d move right into his kitchen. I wanted to be one of the lucky Shipleys who called Ruth “Mom” and set that big oak table for twelve every night. I would play Frisbee with Dylan and braid Daphne’s hair.”

— Sarina Bowen

127. “The only time I feel like myself is when I’m with you.”

— Sarina Bowen

128. “His gaze had the intensity of a laser. “But it’s not the same with you.” My heart faltered. “Why?” “Because, Callahan.” The brown eyes came closer. “I never loved anyone the way I love you.”

— Sarina Bowen

129. “Once upon a time we were briefly friends with benefits. Now we’re just friends at a benefit.”

— Sarina Bowen

130. “I smile when he snakes one hand between the tight seal of our bodies, trying to find his cock. He’s burning up, his face and chest flushed with desire. When he bears down on my ass and groans in frustration, I take pity on my man and rise to my knees again, yanking his hips to pull him closer. The new angle makes him curse. His fingers seek out his erection, but I gently bat them away. “My job, baby. I make you come.”

— Sarina Bowen

131. “What’s one more bruise on a battered heart?”

— Sarina Bowen

132. “Summer’s a total cocktease.” He shrugs, repeating himself. “It always ends.” He’s right about that. Summer always ends.”

— Sarina Bowen

133. “Jessie,” I whisper against her lips. “I want you so bad. Let me have you.” “Unnmf,” she grunts. I reach under the short skirt she’s wearing and find a tiny pair of underwear that I quickly tug off. “Now, baby,” I urge. “Do it.”

— Sarina Bowen

134. “I’m bisexual, and it’s not just a physical connection I feel with Wes.”

— Sarina Bowen

135. “To think of her as mine seemed like an impossible luxury. It’s the only luxury I’ve ever been greedy for.”

— Sarina Bowen

136. “Ready to come harder than you’ve ever come in your life?” I ask solemnly, lifting one of his knees up. He smiles. “You sure you want to put that much pressure on yourself, dude?” “No pressure. Just fact. Science has proven it.”

— Sarina Bowen

137. “He turned toward me wearing a typical, piercing Griff frown. It was so potent it should probably be its own word. Griffrown.”

— Sarina Bowen

138. “As it happens, cooking is very therapeutic. I’ve got something to do with my hands, and I don’t have to look anyone in the eye.”

— Sarina Bowen

139. “God, when I go gay, I really go gay.”

— Sarina Bowen

140. “You just need a little recharge on my docking station.” Our eyes meet. Time stands still for one perfect second. Then we both explode with laughter.”

— Sarina Bowen

141. “We’re joined in every way possible. My cock inside him, our tongues fused together, his powerful body straining against mine. I reach around him and grip his erection, slowing the movement of my hips. I jerk him in long, lazy strokes that match the languid thrusts of my cock. “I don’t come until you do,” I whisper. Then I slip my tongue in his mouth and suck on his tongue ring, and that’s all it takes for him to shoot all over my hand.”

— Sarina Bowen

142. “It would be impossible to explain it, because no plausible explanation existed. Fear wasn’t a good enough reason to do what I’d done.”

— Sarina Bowen

143. “I licked my dry lips. “I really need to jerk. You mind?” His moment of hesitation practically killed me. “Go ahead. We shower in the same room, right? Hell.” He chuckled. “We crap in the same room. Though there’s walls.” There weren’t any here. I shoved my hand under my waistband and gripped my aching shaft. I didn’t whip it out, though. Just gave it a slow tug beneath my shorts.”

— Sarina Bowen

144. “KISS!” I yell, banging my glass on the table. “Come on, let’s see a practice kiss.” Wes rolls his eyes, but Jamie laughs. Then he gets up and sits right on Wes’s lap, grabs his face and plants one on him.”

— Sarina Bowen

145. “Nothing except a time machine will erase the drunk texts I fired off last night somewhere between midnight and regret o’clock.”

— Sarina Bowen

146. “We’re great friends. We run a kickass business together. But I don’t think we’ve ever set the standard for world’s most romantic couple,” he’d.”

— Sarina Bowen

147. “Maybe I can convince you to kiss me again. I’m right here, honey. Come get me.”

— Sarina Bowen

148. “Remember when I gave you that speech about how everyone has different reactions to massage? Some people fall asleep, some people cry... there’s probably a dent in my table from all the boners.”

— Sarina Bowen

149. “At ten o’clock I receive a text from Blake. Hi, girlfriend! I just wanted you to know I’m turning in for the evening. Alone. Because we’re dating. I’m not a total jerk, so I reply, Hey there! How’s Chicago? I’m turning in, too. Alone. Because that’s how I roll.”

— Sarina Bowen

150. “I felt the thrum of expectation just from breathing the same air that he did.”

— Sarina Bowen