“My point is...if you want something, go after it. Don't let fear hold you back. Take your chance. Live a life of no regrets. And don't blame yourself if it goes wrong. People have their own journey and it has nothing to do with you.”
―
Sara Desai,
The Dating Plan
“Love doesn't always hit like a thunderbolt. Sometimes it can grow quietly in the background until one day you realize it is there.” ― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game
“Liam: Everyone has a weaknessDaisy: What's yours?Liam: You.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“Hi...ah..." What did she call him? Honey? Babe? Darling? "...Humraaz." The Urdu term of endearment came out before she could stop it.Liam's gaze shifted to her, and his face softened. Before he could ask her what it meant and ruin the performance, she rose up on her toes, pressed her hands against his chest, and kissed him.Without hesitation, Liam wrapped one arm around her waist, pressed his mouth against hers, and bent her over backward in a full-on movie kiss.Her breath hitched and her lips softened. His lips were firm and cool and tasted of coffee and something sweet. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and for a moment she thought her heart had stopped. But it didn't matter. Upside down, in front of her work colleagues, she was the woman she always wanted to be.Then she was up and back on her feet, lips tingling, an ache of desire between her thighs."What does it mean?" he murmured gently."The one with whom we share our secrets.""Then I am your humraaz," he said. "And you are mine.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“We don't need a plan. We'll tell them the truth. We met when we needed to meet. We found each other when we needed to be found. We fell in love because it was meant to be. And you became mine at a bus stop in the rain.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“LIAM: Why aren't you asleep?DAISY: I get up every morning at 5:45 a.m. to work out.LIAM: I don't get up at 5:45 a.m. to sleep as long as possible.DAISY: That's why we would never work in real life. We're different.LIAM: I could turn you to the dark side. Come and sleep with me.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“I will never stop loving you. That's why I have to go.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“She slid her free hand over his shoulder, soft breasts crushing against his chest. All his blood rushed down to his groin, taking with it the last vestiges of his rational thought. He locked his arms around her, pulling her so close he could feel each gentle breath as an exquisite stroke on his cock. Raw desire coursed through his veins as his hands skimmed over the sweet softness of her curves."Someone is watching us through the window," she murmured, her breath warm on his cheek."All the more reason to put on a good show." With one hand on her nape, he tipped back her head and covered her mouth with his own.A moan escaped her lips, filling his head with thoughts of tangled sheets, banging headboards, sweat-slicked skin, and the realization of a fantasy that had consumed him night after sleepless night since she'd turned sixteen and he'd realized she wasn't a little girl anymore.He parted her lips with the gentle slide of his tongue, touching, tasting, savoring, pausing between heady sips to let her essence dance over his taste buds. With every breath he inhaled the fresh scent of wildflowers in a rain-soaked meadow, the grassy lawn where they'd played catch in the summer sun. He'd known she was smart and fun and beautiful. But this kiss. These feelings. The throbbing heat of desire. It was all completely new.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“...and her smile would make my heart sing, and I wasn't listening to the song.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“What else do you assess during these test drives?" He felt electricity, every nerve in his body firing at once, this attraction raw and unexpected. "Tires?"As one, they slowed a few feet before the sidewalk, stopping in the shadows as if neither of them wanted to step into the glare of the lights.She turned to face him, her gaze dipping to his shoes. "They do seem to be in good working order.""Suspension?" He took a step closer and heard her breath catch in her throat."A little bit stiff." She licked her lips. "I think we're in for a rough ride.""Acceleration?" Jay shoved the warning voice out of his head and cupped her jaw, brushing his thumb over her soft cheek. Her gaze grew heavy and she sighed. Or was it a whimper? He could barely hear over the rush of blood through his ears."A little too fast," she whispered, leaning in. She pressed one palm against his chest, and in that moment he knew she wanted him, too. "Maybe I should test the handling."Dropping his head, he brushed soft kisses along her jaw, feathering a path to the bow of her mouth as he slid one hand under her soft hair to cup her nape. He felt like he'd just trapped a butterfly. If he didn't hold on tight, she might fly away. "Or the navigation."She moaned, the soft sound making him tense inside. His free hand slid over her curves to her hip and she ground up against him, a deliciously painful pressure on his already-hard shaft."Navigation it is." He breathed in the scent of her. Wildflowers. A thunderstorm. The rolling sea.” ― Sara Desai, The Singles Table
“if you want something, go after it. Don’t let fear hold you back. Take your chance. Live a life of no regrets. And don’t blame yourself if it goes wrong. People have their own journey and it has nothing to do with you.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“Daisy.. wait." She spun to face him. "I don't owe you anything.""What if I beg?” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“Let's drink to broken families and damaged souls.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“I felt sick at the thought that I'd hurt you, and I was ashamed I'd been in jail. You were smart, beautiful, and ambitious and you had your whole life ahead of you---an incredible future with an amazing career and a partner who could give you the world. And I was everything my dad had said I was. No direction. No motivation. No prospects. That night I got a taste of my future, and I didn't want you in it. I didn't want to drag you down. I thought it was better if I left with you hating me than if I came to say goodbye."Tears welled up in her eyes as she relived the emotions of that night, knowing now that he was nothing like her mother, that he'd left because he'd thought he wasn't good enough and not because she wasn't good enough for him.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“He unfastened his pants and shrugged off his shirt, baring his beautiful chest, the ripple of his abs, and the soft trail of hair leading below. "I was saving the best for last." He ground his palm over his erection."Tease." She couldn't tear her eyes away. "Take it all off.""You're not in a position to make demands." But he didn't make her wait. Instead he lowered his zipper and pulled out his cock. Thick and hard, he was more than ready for her."Do you want this, sweetheart?"She wasn't complaining about the term of endearment now. "Very much."He gave a casual shrug that belied the evidence of his desire. "Maybe when I've finished my search.""What else..." Her voice trailed off when he lay between her legs, slid off her panties, and placed her feet on his shoulders."The best things are found in the most secret places." He lowered his head. His tongue did the most wicked things that had her arching and twisting on the bed."Jay..." It was a plea. It was a demand."That's Mr. Dayal to you." Without warning, he slid two fingers deep inside her, his firm steady strokes making all her nerve endings fire at once. His tongue found her sensitive clit and her inner walls tightened around his fingers. She soared and peaked, her orgasm crashing through her body in a tidal wave of sensation.Dazed, languid on the bed, she watched him shrug off his trousers and roll on a condom. "Did you find what you were looking for?""Not yet." He lifted her legs, spread them wide, opening her for him as he positioned himself between her thighs."You're very good at your job." Now that her body was sated, she was generous with her praise."And you are a beautiful, sexy temptress who is about to be fucked by a man who wants her so desperately he's willing to do anything to have her.” ― Sara Desai, The Singles Table
“I think you need to get to know me better," he said, nuzzling the slim column of her throat. "Then you'll know my perfect match when you see her.""Mmmm." She tipped her head to the side, giving him better access. "Good idea. I really shouldn't have jumped into this without doing the proper research. Usually I know the people I'm matching, but you are still a bit of a mystery."A smile spread across his face. "I am open to being unraveled.” ― Sara Desai, The Singles Table
“He'd kissed dozens of women and none of them had ever affected him this way. None had ever tasted of sunshine. None had made him question what was real.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“Her breath hitched when he slid a thick finger into her wet heat. Slow. Firm. Agonizingly delicious."You're so wet," he murmured. "It really did turn you on.""You turn me on." She arched against him, pleasure rippling through her core. Sam pushed another finger inside, angling to brush against her sweet spot."I thought you needed me, like right now," she panted as he palmed her breast through her clothes. "I need to give you pleasure first." His heated gaze trapped her, made her insides tighten."So you're a gentleman sex beast." She wrapped her arms around his neck, ran her fingers through the softness of his hair. His shoulders were so broad, his neck corded with muscle. But unlike Harman's steroid-enhanced physique, Sam's perfect body was real."I don't feel like a gentleman." His voice was deeper than normal, thick and hoarse. He teased her nipple to a peak through her clothes. "The things I want to do to you right now are as far from gentlemanly as you can get.” ― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game
“Everyday you came to my house. You were a friend to my son. You made my daughter smile. You said your jokes and made me laugh. You sat at our table and ate our food. And always you were fixing things in the house. You helped us. We helped you. That's family. And then you just left. No explanation. No goodbye. Not even a phone call to let us know you weren't dead.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“Love doesn't always hit like a thunderbolt. Sometimes it can grow quietly in the background until one day you realize it is there.” ― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game
“Liam: Everyone has a weaknessDaisy: What's yours?Liam: You.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“Hi...ah..." What did she call him? Honey? Babe? Darling? "...Humraaz." The Urdu term of endearment came out before she could stop it.Liam's gaze shifted to her, and his face softened. Before he could ask her what it meant and ruin the performance, she rose up on her toes, pressed her hands against his chest, and kissed him.Without hesitation, Liam wrapped one arm around her waist, pressed his mouth against hers, and bent her over backward in a full-on movie kiss.Her breath hitched and her lips softened. His lips were firm and cool and tasted of coffee and something sweet. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and for a moment she thought her heart had stopped. But it didn't matter. Upside down, in front of her work colleagues, she was the woman she always wanted to be.Then she was up and back on her feet, lips tingling, an ache of desire between her thighs."What does it mean?" he murmured gently."The one with whom we share our secrets.""Then I am your humraaz," he said. "And you are mine.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“We don't need a plan. We'll tell them the truth. We met when we needed to meet. We found each other when we needed to be found. We fell in love because it was meant to be. And you became mine at a bus stop in the rain.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“LIAM: Why aren't you asleep?DAISY: I get up every morning at 5:45 a.m. to work out.LIAM: I don't get up at 5:45 a.m. to sleep as long as possible.DAISY: That's why we would never work in real life. We're different.LIAM: I could turn you to the dark side. Come and sleep with me.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“I will never stop loving you. That's why I have to go.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“She slid her free hand over his shoulder, soft breasts crushing against his chest. All his blood rushed down to his groin, taking with it the last vestiges of his rational thought. He locked his arms around her, pulling her so close he could feel each gentle breath as an exquisite stroke on his cock. Raw desire coursed through his veins as his hands skimmed over the sweet softness of her curves."Someone is watching us through the window," she murmured, her breath warm on his cheek."All the more reason to put on a good show." With one hand on her nape, he tipped back her head and covered her mouth with his own.A moan escaped her lips, filling his head with thoughts of tangled sheets, banging headboards, sweat-slicked skin, and the realization of a fantasy that had consumed him night after sleepless night since she'd turned sixteen and he'd realized she wasn't a little girl anymore.He parted her lips with the gentle slide of his tongue, touching, tasting, savoring, pausing between heady sips to let her essence dance over his taste buds. With every breath he inhaled the fresh scent of wildflowers in a rain-soaked meadow, the grassy lawn where they'd played catch in the summer sun. He'd known she was smart and fun and beautiful. But this kiss. These feelings. The throbbing heat of desire. It was all completely new.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“...and her smile would make my heart sing, and I wasn't listening to the song.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“What else do you assess during these test drives?" He felt electricity, every nerve in his body firing at once, this attraction raw and unexpected. "Tires?"As one, they slowed a few feet before the sidewalk, stopping in the shadows as if neither of them wanted to step into the glare of the lights.She turned to face him, her gaze dipping to his shoes. "They do seem to be in good working order.""Suspension?" He took a step closer and heard her breath catch in her throat."A little bit stiff." She licked her lips. "I think we're in for a rough ride.""Acceleration?" Jay shoved the warning voice out of his head and cupped her jaw, brushing his thumb over her soft cheek. Her gaze grew heavy and she sighed. Or was it a whimper? He could barely hear over the rush of blood through his ears."A little too fast," she whispered, leaning in. She pressed one palm against his chest, and in that moment he knew she wanted him, too. "Maybe I should test the handling."Dropping his head, he brushed soft kisses along her jaw, feathering a path to the bow of her mouth as he slid one hand under her soft hair to cup her nape. He felt like he'd just trapped a butterfly. If he didn't hold on tight, she might fly away. "Or the navigation."She moaned, the soft sound making him tense inside. His free hand slid over her curves to her hip and she ground up against him, a deliciously painful pressure on his already-hard shaft."Navigation it is." He breathed in the scent of her. Wildflowers. A thunderstorm. The rolling sea.” ― Sara Desai, The Singles Table
“if you want something, go after it. Don’t let fear hold you back. Take your chance. Live a life of no regrets. And don’t blame yourself if it goes wrong. People have their own journey and it has nothing to do with you.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“Daisy.. wait." She spun to face him. "I don't owe you anything.""What if I beg?” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“Let's drink to broken families and damaged souls.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“I felt sick at the thought that I'd hurt you, and I was ashamed I'd been in jail. You were smart, beautiful, and ambitious and you had your whole life ahead of you---an incredible future with an amazing career and a partner who could give you the world. And I was everything my dad had said I was. No direction. No motivation. No prospects. That night I got a taste of my future, and I didn't want you in it. I didn't want to drag you down. I thought it was better if I left with you hating me than if I came to say goodbye."Tears welled up in her eyes as she relived the emotions of that night, knowing now that he was nothing like her mother, that he'd left because he'd thought he wasn't good enough and not because she wasn't good enough for him.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“He unfastened his pants and shrugged off his shirt, baring his beautiful chest, the ripple of his abs, and the soft trail of hair leading below. "I was saving the best for last." He ground his palm over his erection."Tease." She couldn't tear her eyes away. "Take it all off.""You're not in a position to make demands." But he didn't make her wait. Instead he lowered his zipper and pulled out his cock. Thick and hard, he was more than ready for her."Do you want this, sweetheart?"She wasn't complaining about the term of endearment now. "Very much."He gave a casual shrug that belied the evidence of his desire. "Maybe when I've finished my search.""What else..." Her voice trailed off when he lay between her legs, slid off her panties, and placed her feet on his shoulders."The best things are found in the most secret places." He lowered his head. His tongue did the most wicked things that had her arching and twisting on the bed."Jay..." It was a plea. It was a demand."That's Mr. Dayal to you." Without warning, he slid two fingers deep inside her, his firm steady strokes making all her nerve endings fire at once. His tongue found her sensitive clit and her inner walls tightened around his fingers. She soared and peaked, her orgasm crashing through her body in a tidal wave of sensation.Dazed, languid on the bed, she watched him shrug off his trousers and roll on a condom. "Did you find what you were looking for?""Not yet." He lifted her legs, spread them wide, opening her for him as he positioned himself between her thighs."You're very good at your job." Now that her body was sated, she was generous with her praise."And you are a beautiful, sexy temptress who is about to be fucked by a man who wants her so desperately he's willing to do anything to have her.” ― Sara Desai, The Singles Table
“I think you need to get to know me better," he said, nuzzling the slim column of her throat. "Then you'll know my perfect match when you see her.""Mmmm." She tipped her head to the side, giving him better access. "Good idea. I really shouldn't have jumped into this without doing the proper research. Usually I know the people I'm matching, but you are still a bit of a mystery."A smile spread across his face. "I am open to being unraveled.” ― Sara Desai, The Singles Table
“He'd kissed dozens of women and none of them had ever affected him this way. None had ever tasted of sunshine. None had made him question what was real.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
“Her breath hitched when he slid a thick finger into her wet heat. Slow. Firm. Agonizingly delicious."You're so wet," he murmured. "It really did turn you on.""You turn me on." She arched against him, pleasure rippling through her core. Sam pushed another finger inside, angling to brush against her sweet spot."I thought you needed me, like right now," she panted as he palmed her breast through her clothes. "I need to give you pleasure first." His heated gaze trapped her, made her insides tighten."So you're a gentleman sex beast." She wrapped her arms around his neck, ran her fingers through the softness of his hair. His shoulders were so broad, his neck corded with muscle. But unlike Harman's steroid-enhanced physique, Sam's perfect body was real."I don't feel like a gentleman." His voice was deeper than normal, thick and hoarse. He teased her nipple to a peak through her clothes. "The things I want to do to you right now are as far from gentlemanly as you can get.” ― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game
“Everyday you came to my house. You were a friend to my son. You made my daughter smile. You said your jokes and made me laugh. You sat at our table and ate our food. And always you were fixing things in the house. You helped us. We helped you. That's family. And then you just left. No explanation. No goodbye. Not even a phone call to let us know you weren't dead.” ― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan
