Top 300 Sarina Bowen Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “That was so hot,” he tells me. Hot? Try scorching. Blistering. A goddamn inferno.”

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252. “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.”

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253. “Don’t worry, beautiful. You’ll get what you need.”

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254. “Will you think less of me if we do this?” “Will you think less of me if I beg you to?”

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255. “Audrey’s appearance in my home had the same effect on my libido that springtime had on the deer living on our hilltop.”

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256. “Jamie took another sip from the flask before passing it my way. Beside me, he shifted his hips, and I had to suppress a shudder. My heart’s desire was sitting beside me.”

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257. “This man is wrecking me. I’m wrecked.”

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258. “He just dips his head and his hot, wet mouth surrounds me again. My hips shift on the mattress, pure lust sizzling in my cock and balls as my best friend works me over. I keep one hand tangled in his hair. The other claws at the sheet, bunching it tight between my fingers. My heart is pounding. It’s all I can hear, a frantic thump-thump rattling my ribcage. That and the sounds Jamie is making. Husky groans, wet pops, a deep growl as he takes me almost all the way to the back of his throat.”

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259. “Eventually he sits back a bit, breaking our kiss. I reach for the condom, hoping to move things along. But he takes it out of my hand, tearing the package. Instead of sheathing himself, he reaches down and rolls it onto my cock. The breath halts in my chest. “Really?”

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260. “Gay marriage is legal now. It’s been legal in Canada for ages. Why.”

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261. “I have no idea when she and I are finally going to get together. I just know that when it happens, it’s going to be spectacular.”

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262. “It turns out that trying to ignore somebody is about the most, exhausting thing in the world.”

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263. “That’s not the way it is, Callahan.” I grabbed her hands and rolled her closer to me, until our knees touched. “The thing is, we’re all fragile. It’s just that most of our friends are lucky enough not to know it yet.”

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264. “Give me the D. You know you want to.”

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265. “I guess time flies when you’re playing hockey every day and getting laid every night.”

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266. “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.”

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267. “You won’t be.” Because there’s no way he can be. I’m too close to coming already, just from being in the same bed as him. He doesn’t need skill – he just needs to be here. Him. Here. With me.”

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268. “Best as I could tell, he was minding a big sterilizer full of jam jars on the stove. He had the tongs in one hand, but mostly he busied himself singing Technotronic’s “Pump Up the Jam,” and dancing around. “You are killing me with that song,” his twin sister Daphne complained. The two of them looked to be high school aged. “This is what I sing when we make jam.”

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269. “I want to fit in – it’s just that I don’t speak the language.”

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270. “Then I ignore the warning. His eyes widen as I shove my fingers through his hair and tug his head closer. “What – ” He doesn’t get to finish that sentence, because I’m smashing my mouth against his.”

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271. “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.”

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272. “And that’s how Canning and I came to have a big framed photo on our living room wall featuring the entire Toronto team dressed in very loud gingham. I swear the color rendered a little bolder in print than it looks in real life, because this photo is kind of blinding. But Jamie snickers whenever I suggest that.”

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273. “Am I finding somewhere else to sleep tonight?” He sighs. “No, jackass.”

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274. “Faceoff: the start of play, in which the referee drops the puck between two opposing players.”

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275. “My face wasn’t the same as I remembered, either. I saw a squarer jaw then I used to have, and my hair was bleached out from the summer’s sunshine. Not half bad, I realized. Standing there, I looked a long time at myself. Which was precisely why there were no mirrors in Paradise.”

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276. “He was almost the hottest hockey player I could name. The hottest one was sitting beside me on the sofa.”

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277. “She never wanted to become anyone’s adjust-your-expectations girlfriend.”

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

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279. “Wait. What?” I demand. He releases me with a wet pop. “You. Me. We’re a thing, if I do you in my bed.” “Says who?” My words are tough, but I’ve heated up faster than the top-of-the-line stove I spotted in his spiffy kitchen. “Says me. My bed is a temple. It’s reserved for solo spanks. And girlfriends.”

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280. “You acted like a total douchecanoe.”

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281. “Wes,” I say softly. “You’d better just get used to it. Blake and I are together for real.” Blake’s expression fills with surprise. Then he gives me a wide Riley smile. “Aw, Jessie. You make me so happy.” He pushes me against the elevator wall and kisses me.”

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282. “But it takes courage to want things, and to pursue them. Staying numb means you can never be disappointed.”

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283. “Twelve years ago, I’d never known what I’d done to deserve Benito. He was the greatest gift I’d ever been given.”

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284. “Now he snickers, but the sound dies when the tip of my finger circles his hole. His ass cheeks instantly clench. Not in fear, but anticipation. I see it in his eyes, a raw gleam of heat, before he lifts up his other knee and all but puts himself on display for me. Jesus. Nope, not gonna survive this.”

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285. “He tastes like cola and Shakespeare and Saturday nights. I’m.”

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286. “Summer always ends.”

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287. “This feels right. We feel right. Whether it’s two years that passed or twenty-two, if I hold you in my arms it will always feel exactly right.”

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288. “Then it was all over but the cryin’.”

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289. “I had the loopy, impractical idea that we might just belong together for keeps.”

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290. “He kissed me between the shoulder blades. “Getting along together was never the problem with you and me,” he said. “We’re both easy. It’s just the rest of the world that’s hard.”

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291. “I am not a snob, because I know opulence doesn’t stamp out ignorance and unhappiness.”

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292. “You know what this means,” he says again, unclasping my bra. “It means we’re going out for real.”

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293. “And when he turned around, it was as if the sun had come out after a rainy day.”

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294. “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.”

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295. “I need you in my life, smalls,” he says in a whisper. “No matter what happens tomorrow, that won’t change.”

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296. “I never thought I’d be opening this box. With Jamie. For Jamie. “Are you sure?” I ask thickly. He nods. Those brown eyes burn with hunger. They shine with trust. I memorize that expression, the way he looks lying there at my mercy, big and hard and rippling with masculine power.”

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297. “When he finally goes still, I collapse on his sticky chest and growl in his ear. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He clings to me, his big palms pressed to my damp back. We lie that way a long time. I’m just drifting on my own happiness. I lead a big life, and it’s a hell of a ride. But there aren’t many moments like this. I want to bottle it and carry it everywhere I go.”

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298. “Damn. This thing between us isn’t going to just burn out. I was a fool for thinking I could walk away.”

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299. “Are you going to read it?” I ask. “Or just stand there making me sexually frustrated.”

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300. “I, James,” my beautiful brother echoes, “take you, Ryan, to be my friend and husband.” “To be yours in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of sickness and in times of perfect health.” My brother repeats the vow. “In times of joy and inevitable sorrow, in times of failure and in times of glory, I promise to cherish and respect you, to care for and protect you, to comfort and encourage you, and stay by your side, forever.”

— Sarina Bowen