Blame It on the Mistletoe Quotes

“I’m not very good at multi-tasking. My therapist says I have an over-developed ability to focus.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“Something hot rolled over in my stomach. It felt like uneasiness that maybe shared a condo wall with terror. And maybe arousal lived a couple of doors down.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“I felt a rush of relief and pleasure so dense it was like swallowing a ball of light. Jesus. This love thing was not for wimps.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“We were running one morning through the fall leaves. I looked at him and had what I supposed was a defining moment. I saw how handsome he is, how strong--mentally and physically. When I was with him, I... I really liked myself. Being with him was fun. Easy. I'd never felt so intensely about anyone before, and it made me sad. I wanted him to be around for a long time, to be my friend forever, and I knew it didn't work that way. But it didn't occur to me that what I was feeling was romantic love. Not until Mick kissed me." Fielding smiled slowly, a blush warming his cheeks. I felt an answering smile hijack my own. "Which he would never, ever have done if not for the mistletoe.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“For the first time in my life, I was in love. I was in love with a guy. I was in love with Fielding Monroe.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“My tongue surged in and out of his mouth. It fit so perfectly it was as if Fielding had been designed for me to kiss him just like this.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“I had no clue what I was going to do with a male, or how to do it, but I knew I was going to do it right goddamn now or die trying.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“Love. Wow. I could feel the hearts and flowers and damn cupids floating over my head. Who would have thought? It was like some weird-ass Hallmark movie. And it was wonderful.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“It was impossible to imagine a time when [Fielding's] dry wit wouldn't be around to make me laugh, or to imagine someone else being the one to see the joy on his face when he learned something new. I thought about all of that, and then I thought about never holding him again, never kissing him again, never again experiencing Fielding pushy and demanding and needing me so bad he trembled with it.
And man, it fucking hurt.
"Okay," I said out loud, swallowing hard. "Okay, I give. Uncle."
It was time to admit defeat, to lay down my cards, and concede the game.
For the first time in my life, I was in love. I was in love with a guy. I was in love with Fielding Monroe.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“Fielding stood there staring at me. His eyes were wide, his irises nearly eclipsed by pupils. His mouth was slightly open, red from kissing, and emitting soft pants. Even in the moonlight, I could see a patchy red flush of arousal on the pale skin of his throat. Oh, fuck. He looked so openly bewildered and lost in desire that it took every ounce of will I had not to pull him back in and kiss him again.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“I realized I was staring. I felt a burn deep in my gut, as if I'd just done a few hundred sit-ups. Heat flushed my skin. My cock swelled rapidly, and there was a painful ache in my balls, an intense physical longing so sharp it was like a knife jab. Fuck.
Fuck!
There was no way to avoid the truth this time--the hard-on was mine.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“The arousal I'd felt at the gym returned, this time dressed in Kevlar, and it was kicking my ass. A slow-rolling, hot-as-sin lust swept through my body, setting every cell on fire. Fielding's mouth was sweet and minty and warm, and the suction was just right. He was a quick study, mirroring my actions, alternating between sucking gently at my mouth and suggestively lathing with his tongue. But there was an innocence in him, a surprised and eager passion that trembled through his body, unable to be contained. I could feel how much it was affecting him, and it made me crazy.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“Surely, one kiss wasn’t enough to turn Fielding the virgin into Fielding the seducer.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“THE THING about Fielding was, the other shoe always dropped eventually. Because Fielding was like a database. Nothing you ever said or did, or that anyone else ever said or did in Fielding’s presence, was not noted, scrubbed over carefully, hung out to dry, starched, and redelivered in a clear plastic bag sooner or later.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“I can’t believe you quit the team!” Regina put on a cute little pout. “The girls were just chatting the other day about how much we miss seeing your fine ass out on the field.” What do you say to something like that? Why yes, I do have a fine ass, thanks for noticing? or Maybe you and my ass can work out another arrangement? I went with, “I decided I needed to focus on my studies.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“Would you mind if we talked later? While I agree it’s valuable for housemates to become better acquainted, I’m not very good at multi-tasking. My therapist says I have an over-developed ability to focus.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“He’d spied my shelf of DVDs and was already over there looking at the titles. He interrupted me with a gasp. “Oh, my God! Star Wars! I’ve heard of this!”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“Well? Is there a problem with my request?” I took a long drink. “The problem is, Fielding, that it’s not going to happen.” “Ooh, how convincing. You’ve changed my mind with your superior argument,” Fielding mocked.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“I’d pushed the previous night’s conversation far off into a distant archive in my mind. It was sealed in a lockbox. Guarded by Rottweilers.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“Fielding was a strange dichotomy of arrogant genius and self-conscious wallflower.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe

“Seventy-two hours, give or take a few,” he agreed. “It takes the human body longer than that to die of thirst, at least in this climate. However, the survival period is much shorter if one is flayed alive.”
― Eli Easton, Blame It on the Mistletoe