Quotes About Affection

Let me spoil you," he whispered. "Let me take care of you. You've never had anyone to lean on, have you? I've got strong shoulders, Annabelle.

Something happened to you, they discovered, when you were given the unconditional love and trust of a child. You wanted to try to deserve it.

My arms ache to hold you," he said. "No' just for a little while. For a long time.

In the face of a love this vast, a man could only surrender.

Blood is no' what binds a family. Love is.

He cradled my face in his hands and smiled into my streaming eyes. "Because I know you, Liberty Jones. Don't cry, sweetheart, you're killing me." "I'll make it up to you, I swear—" "Shut up," Gage said tenderly, and kissed me with a blistering heat that made my knees buckle.

His head bent to hers as they walked. "Is everything all right, sweet?" "Yes. I..." She paused, smiled, and said lamely, "I just wanted to see you." Stopping with her behind a column, Sebastian ducked his head to steal a kiss. He looked down at her, his eyes sparkling. "Shall we go play a game of billiards?" he whispered, and laughed huskily as she blushed.

What are you thinking?" he asked. "I was just reflecting on how fortunate I am. Even though I only had Amberley for a short time, at least I know that once I was truly loved." His fingers touched the edge of her jaw, stroking delicately. The gentle caress made Livia's heart throb violently. He held her gaze deliberately, his fingertips playing on her skin until he found the tender hollow behind her earlobe. "Anyone would love you.

I don't improve on closer acquaintance." "Actually, the closer you are, the more I like you.

When my wrinkles appear," Kathleen said ruefully, "those two will have caused most of them." "That day will be a long time coming." Looking down at her, Devon cupped her face with his hands. "But when it does, you'll be even more beautiful.

You are my idea of perfection, Beatrix Heloise.

Every time she enters the room, we can all hear your heart beating." West felt his color heighten. "Bugger off.

Devon kept his mouth on her, easing the pleasure into relaxation. She summoned just enough strength to reach out and caress his hair. That might have been worth going to hell for, she thought, and didn't realize she had mumbled it aloud until she felt him smile. A

Matthew was the only man who had ever wanted her just as she was.

Holly, sweet darling, you can't possibly think I'm going to let you go." He gathered her against him, besieging her with kisses.

You believe yourself to be in love with her." "No," Hunt countered in a relaxed manner, "I am in love with her.

Before they even reached the front door, it opened and a small, silver-gray terrier came bounding out. He stopped a few yards away from Merritt and growled. "Hello, Wallace," she said with a faint smile, and stood still as he came to her. The terrier circled around her, sniffing at her skirts. In a moment he gazed up at her with bright eyes and a wagging tail, and let her pet him. "What a handsome boy you are," she exclaimed, smoothing his fur.

Despite my deep and abiding affection for your parents, I'd rather not be overrun by Marsdens for the time being." "Neither would I," Merritt assured him. "Papa would ask a great many questions I have no wish to answer, and Mama... well, as you know, she's as subtle as a marauding Viking." The duke laughed softly. "In the interest of self-preservation, I'll withhold comment.

I was so proud of you today," she said, smiling down at him. "And perhaps a tiny bit smug that with all the women swooning and sighing over you, I'm the one you went home with." Arching a brow, Christopher asked, "Only a tiny bit smug?" "Oh, very well. Enormously smug.

I regret something as well," Holly said quietly. "What I told you… that you were unable to love… I was wrong. I only said it because I was upset. I have no doubt that somebody you will indeed lose your heart to someone, although I can't imagine to whom." You, he thought with an inescapable stab of longing. You. Couldn't she see it? Or did she assume she was merely the target of his random lust, and no more special to him than any other woman?

She heard him murmur her name, and then, to her utter astonishment, she saw him sink to his knees and felt his huge hands clutching the folds of silk at her hips. He buried his face against her midriff like an exhausted child. Shocked, Holly reached down to his dark hair. The thick, slightly curling strands were damp against her fingertips, and she stroked them lovingly. "Darling," she whispered over and over, touching the hot nape of his neck.

One glance was all it took to refute Gabriel's earlier speculation that Trenear had married her for financial gain. Or at least, she couldn't have been the only reason. She was a lovely woman, delicately feline, with tip-tilted brown eyes. The way her ruddy curls tried to spring free of their pins reminded him of his mother and older sister.

There was a new, wondering note in his voice as he said, "Kiss me again." "No, I'll hurt you. I'm leaning on your leg." "That's not my leg," came his roguish reply, making her laugh. "You perverse man.

Ultimately no particular woman had ever seemed all that different from the rest. Until those letters. The sentences had looped around him with a spirit so artless and adorable, he had loved it, loved her, immediately. His thumb moved over the parchment as if it were sensitive living skin. "Mark my words, Audrey- I'm going to marry the woman who wrote this letter.