Quotes About Kiss

If a man wants to be romantically involved with you, he tries to kiss you. That's the entire story, and if he doesn't kiss you, there is never a reason to wait around for him.

He kissed her hard. He kissed her deep. He kissed her the way he wanted to fuck her.

Nice and easy," he whispered. "The kiss doesn't have to mean a thing." Her lips parted. That's the problem. He might be done with their relationship, but she wasn't. Everything about him still meant something to her. She started to tell him just that—

Because this wasn't the way that Elijah really kissed. He didn't kiss like a gentleman. He kissed like a man possessed. A man desperate to have the woman he wanted.

I'm letting you go," he said and his smile broke her heart. "That should show just how fucking much I can love." He pressed a kiss to her lips. "See? My brother was wrong about that. Even in the dark, a little light can shine.

It was only one kiss. It wasn't a deep kiss, a French kiss, the kind of kiss that redefines a teen life. It was pepperoni, snowflakes, spit, and rodeo dust. Crazy, like dancing and soaring and walking to a new home. Sweeter because it didn't taste like good-bye.

In November, at winter's gate, the stars are brittle. The sun is a sometime friend. And the world has tucked her children in, with a kiss on their heads, till spring.

All the emotions she had bottled up in the last year came spilling out in that kiss. She had forgotten how it felt to be held and wanted. It was as if someone had opened her heart and let out some of the pain.

I'm sorry," he rasped, even as he knew what he was about to do. "My God. Sorry—" His mouth clamped over hers, and he began to kiss her as if his life depended on it.

Dutiful little wife," he whispered. "I'm going to be a terrible influence on you. Why don't you give me a kiss, and go upstairs for your bath? By the time you finish, I'll be there with you.

Then give me your answer." He crushed a brief, impassioned kiss against her lips. "Say it, or I'll have to keep kissing you until you surrender.

Every night for the rest of my life, I'll dream of the afternoon in the holloway, when I was waylaid by a dark-haired beauty who devastated me with the heat of a thousand troubled stars, and left my soul in cinders. Even when I'm an old man, and my brain has fallen to wrack and ruin, I'll remember the sweet fire of your lips under mine, and I'll say to myself, 'Now, that was a kiss.'" Silver-tongued

Thank you," she said. Before he could reply, she stood on her toes, braced her palms on his hard chest, and pressed her lips to his smooth-shaven cheek. Hunter was very still, his breath catching slightly. The kiss was chaste by any standards, but when she drew back to look at Hunter, he wore an absorbed, intent look. Their gazes met, and a wry grin twisted his lips. "For one of those I'd swim the channel," he said, and headed in the direction of the library.

This was never making love before..not before you.I knew how different it was going to be with you the first time we kissed." "You knew that...just from a kiss?" "I'll have to remind you about the kiss.

Ov yilo isi? —Le preguntó suavemente. —Sí —dijo Kev, contestando en inglés—. Hay corazón aquí. Y Win sonrió mientras él se sentaba para besarla.

That was an accident," Mr. Ravenel said over her head, breathing hard. "Yes," Phoebe said dazedly, "I understand." "The book was falling … I was reaching for it, and … your lips were in the way.

Kiss me again." "How dare you suggest—" "No one will know." "You don't understand," she whispered shakily. "This isn't like me…. I don't do these things." "We're strangers in the darkness," he whispered back. "We'll never be together like this again. No, don't pull away. Show me how an evening can be magical." His lips brushed the rim of her ear, unexpectedly soft and entreating.

Daca-mi dau voie sa te sarut o data, ar urma inca o data, apoi inca una, si curand n-am mai putea sa ne oprim.

The French wouldn't have you?" she asked, her voice muffled against his chest. "On the contrary, they adored me. But there's no entertainment in staying where one is wanted." "That's too bad," Amelia said, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek. "Because you're very much wanted here.

My Sleeping Beauty ~ I kissed you, but you did not wake. I find this strange for I know I am your prince.

Rodrigo tried to draw a deep breath, but his chest was too filled with anguish, rage and guilt. He kissed his ash-coated fingers. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you more than life itself." Curling his fingers into his fist, he pressed it against his chest. So, I will surely see you soon…and then, my love, we shall be together in our forever now.

Oh! but your lips were thrilling, much too thrilling, Never before were mine so strangely willing.

She leaned over the bed to plant a goodbye kiss on his cheek. Instead he reached up and cupped her head in his left hand, so that he was in charge of her kiss and it landed oh his lips. It was not, as she would have expected, the fumbling kiss of a boy unused to dating but the practiced kiss of a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

Love is the kiss in the quiet nest while the leaves are trembling, mirrored in the water.