Quotes About Passion

Without another word, he reached for her, drawing her across the bench seat of the pickup. She felt a burst of pleasure expand inside her as he wrapped her in his strong arms and kissed her. His mouth was warm and sweet on hers. "I've been wanting to do that since the first time I saw you," he said.

My motto is - if it feels good -" he grinned as he held her gaze "- then I do it.

When you were a teenager, where did you go to make out?" "Seriously?" She laughed nervously. "Aren't we a little old for that?" "I certainly hope not.

You should know something about me. I joke around a lot. But I'm a pretty serious guy about some things. My job. My truck. My lucky boots." Which he just happened to be wearing tonight. "Making love.

I want you, too, Hayes Cardwell, and that isn't the beer talking." They were so close she could see the shine of his dark eyes in the starlight. Without another word, he swept her up in his arms and carried her into the cabin.

You don't have to treat me as if I'm made out of glass and might break," she said. "I'm a lot stronger than I look." "Is that right?" He looped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him right there in the street between their vehicles. Her full lips parted in surprise. Her sweet, warm breath commingled with his own. She let out a soft moan as he tasted her. Drawing her even closer, he deepened the kiss, demanding more.

These chocolates made you close your eyes and moan and were right up there with sex. Well, not sex with Hud. Nothing could beat that.

The longing in him was a force of its own.

Jackson couldn't bear to see Allie like this. He pulled her to him and, dropping his mouth to hers, kissed her. She leaned into him, letting him draw her even closer as the kiss deepened. Fireworks lit the night, booming in a blaze of glittering light before going dark again. Desire ignited his blood. He wanted Allie like he'd never wanted anyone or anything before.

Love me," she whispered. "Love me like you mean it.

His gaze locked with hers as he leaned into her, his mouth finding hers. She tasted the saltiness of her tears and the cold scent of the winter day on his lips.

It felt like a kiss from a man whose reasons were strictly carnal. And I like it.

She touched the hair curling at the nape of his neck, wanting the kiss to never stop.

The head is the seat of intelligence. The heart is the seat of emotion.

Math becomes boring when you don't have a crush to suppose her in your equations.

Solving an equation of math gives me the same pleasure as a passionate kiss does.

Speak with emotions, not with words.

Desire is the creator; desire is the destroyer.

Baseball was, is and always will be to me the best game in the world.

If you want it to be good girl Get yourself a bad boy

A man that is busy, and inquisitive, is commonly envious. For to know much of other men's matters, cannot be because all that ado may concern his own estate; therefore it must needs be, that he taketh a kind of play-pleasure, in looking upon the fortunes of others. Neither can he, that mindeth but his own business, find much matter for envy. For envy is a gadding passion, and walketh the streets, and doth not keep home: Non est curiosus, quin idem sit malevolus.

I have always admired the games between Celtic and Rangers. That's one of the games that you always watch when it's happening.

I come from Glasgow and being from Glasgow everyone knows about Celtic and Rangers. It is a big part of most people's lives.

There's so much of a rivalry there, the Devils and Rangers.