Top 300 Sarina Bowen Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “It’s no accident that I’d named my guitar after a boy. He was as close to a boyfriend as I was likely to get.”

— Sarina Bowen

252. “If I’m Ethan, you’re Beverly.”

— Sarina Bowen

253. “I’m covered in sweat. My own release is imminent and I want so badly to prolong it, but that’s like passing the puck to Gretzky and asking him not to take a shot. There’s no stopping the orgasm. It sizzles in my balls and ripples through my shaft, and I come while still jacking Jamie’s cock.”

— Sarina Bowen

254. “Owing to the math, many of us would never get the chance to marry. But neither would we be welcome to stay on. Five years from now, quite a few of my bunkhouse roommates would be gone from Paradise. Some would run away, but many would be kicked out. Nobody spoke of this practice, of course. There were many, many idiosyncrasies at Paradise that were not to be mentioned aloud, but the throwing away of half our young men was the ugliest one.”

— Sarina Bowen

255. “El amor es una amistad prendida fuego. Ahora lo entiendo.”

— Sarina Bowen

256. “Seeing him was a sucker punch to the gut. Once upon a time he’d loved her. And then when he’d stopped, it wasn’t really his fault.”

— Sarina Bowen

257. “You want me to humiliate myself without coffee?” I grumble. “That’s cold.”

— Sarina Bowen

258. “With you and me, it’s never just a kiss.”

— Sarina Bowen

259. “Let me love you tonight.”

— Sarina Bowen

260. “This is why people cooked food-to create the perfect meal for a table like this-for people gathering together.”

— Sarina Bowen

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

— Sarina Bowen

262. “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

263. “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

264. “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

265. “That was so hot,” he tells me. Hot? Try scorching. Blistering. A goddamn inferno.”

— Sarina Bowen

266. “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

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

— Sarina Bowen

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

— Sarina Bowen

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

— Sarina Bowen

270. “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.”

— Sarina Bowen

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

— Sarina Bowen

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

— Sarina Bowen

273. “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

274. “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.”

— Sarina Bowen

275. “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.”

— Sarina Bowen

276. “She has no idea how much this means to me. I’ve spent the last year and chance believing myself unfit to be anyone’s partner. And maybe it’s true. But by spending her day with me – and her night – Hailey lets me believe I’m not a lost cause, that my messy life is worth sharing.”

— Sarina Bowen

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

— Sarina Bowen

278. “She was like song I’d forgotten how to sing. I needed to hear it again to remember why I liked it the first time.”

— Sarina Bowen

279. “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.”

— Sarina Bowen

280. “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?”

— Sarina Bowen

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

— Sarina Bowen

282. “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.”

— Sarina Bowen

283. “I’ll worship her every minute I can for as long as she’ll let me, because that’s what a real man does with his lady love. He worships her.”

— Sarina Bowen

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

— Sarina Bowen

285. “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.”

— Sarina Bowen

286. “You acted like a total douchecanoe.”

— Sarina Bowen

287. “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.”

— Sarina Bowen

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

— Sarina Bowen

289. “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

290. “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.”

— Sarina Bowen

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

— Sarina Bowen

292. “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.”

— Sarina Bowen

293. “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

294. “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.”

— Sarina Bowen

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

— Sarina Bowen

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

— Sarina Bowen

297. “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.”

— Sarina Bowen

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

— Sarina Bowen

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

— Sarina Bowen

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

— Sarina Bowen