Quotes About Kiss

Devoutly the teachers point out huge fumigated domes; but beneath the statues there's no love, no love beneath the eyes set in crystal. Love is there, in flesh ripped by thirst, in the tiny hut struggling against the flood; love is there, in ditches where snakes of hunger wrestle, in the sad sea that rocks dead gulls, and in the darkest stinging kiss under pillows.

Come, lay thy head upon my breast and I'll kiss thee unto rest.

You did… that… on purpose," she said, fighting for breath. "Assuredly. You could not think I kissed you by accident.

You kissed first," he said. "On the cheek!" "On the cheek, on the lips. All the same to me. Female, kiss. Male, excited. Do I have to explain simple facts of life to you? »

But now the kiss has presented another crisis for Rita—possibility. And that may feel even more intolerable to her than her pain.

She nodded, her gaze locked on his mouth. He could tell she wanted it on hers, and for once, they were perfectly in sync. Having no idea what he was doing, he kissed her again, another no-holds-barred, tongues tangling, rock-his-fucking-world kiss that left him staggered and her apparently unable to speak as they tore apart for air and waited for the world to right itself. Didn't happen.

Tired of me already? he asked with a smile in his voice. No quite yet. You? His eyes darkened, and he kissed her again. Never. Her heart skipped a beat. Never is a long time, she said. His voice was low, fierce. And very sure. That's what I'm counting on.

You said you'd kiss me if I lost Tank. --- You want me to kiss you? Oh boy. You were happy I'd lost your puppy? He was looking like he was still thinking about smiling as he glanced down at Tank, tucked under his arm. No. That would make me an asshole. Right...

It was incredibly hard to hold on to resentment for someone when you'd had your tongue down their throat. Plus, he kissed like magic.

Heat skittered through her belly, then directly south. "Sawyer." In answer, he brought his head up and kissed her. Deep, hungry, tasting her in a purposely slow, thorough manner before pulling back to once again look into her eyes. Oh, God. "Sawyer, what are we doing?" she whispered. He shook his head. "No f#cking clue.

There were some men who just knew how to kiss, the kind of kiss that could send a woman reeling. The kind of kiss that could take away problems and awareness and … and everything. The kind of kiss that could shatter her into a trillion little pieces. The kind of kiss that somehow both calmed her body and soul even as it wound her up for more. Aidan was that kind of kisser.

With a soft laugh that turned her on even more, he brushed one last kiss to her temple. Lock up, Willa. Dream of me. And she knew she would.

The kiss ignited like a rocket flash. Not that this surprised her. Everything pertaining to Mark seemed to burn hot and fast. Frustration, lust… His mouth was rough, hot and hungry on hers as he pulled her closer, taking control. She heard herself moan, kissing him with helpless desperation. If dessert was her usual drug of choice, it'd just been replaced because she couldn't seem to get enough of him.

Maybe I've already died and gone to heaven. She lifted her hand with a smile. You think this is heaven? You're touching and kissing me, he said. So yeah, I think this is heaven.

You kissed me last night." There was no denying that. "I did." "And if I were to return the favor?" his asked, voice low and husky. Her eyes locked on his mouth. "It would probably be the polite thing to do.

The question is, did you get your life-changing experience? Amy looked at Matt and smiled. I did. Matt's entire heart turned over in his chest. Damn, he said, pulling her in. Damn, I love you. Watch the arm! Josh warned. He's not watching that arm, Ty said as Matt kissed Amy again.

The kiss blew Zoe's socks off. It was so easy to get lost in the promise of what he offered; no wondering, wishing, worrying… Wrapped up tight in him as she was, she felt tempted.

If she hadn't been sitting, her knees wouldn't have held her up, because he kissed away her annoyance, her good sense, any ability to think, everything.

Damn bottle of Jack… She'd kissed her boss's son. And she'd liked it.

The kiss had been shockingly... wow. Which had led to one thing or another, and some more wow, along with a good dash of yowza, and then... the whole morning-after thing.

With another of those sexy laughs, he kissed her. Really kissed her, nothing sweet or questioning about it this time. She moaned, closed a fist in his hair, and did the only thing she could: held on for the best kiss of her life.

Mistletoe. Lorie snatched up the dried spirg, and held it to her chest like it was a bar of gold... It's for you. You want to kiss me? Well, why didn't you just say so? Hope leaned in and puckered up. Give me your best shot. Laughing, Lorie shoved her away. I don't want to kiss you. I want someone else to kiss you. A penis-carrying someone.

The venom, she [Susan] said quietly. They call it their Kiss. I guess I can't blame them. It sounds a lot more romantic than 'narcotic drool.

Then she turned her head and, before I could react, planted a kiss right on my mouth. I almost fell off the Harley. She drew her head back, flashed me a wicked little smile, and said, "For luck. Star Wars–style." "You are so hot right now," I told her.