Quotes About Passion

Her fingers danced over the sculpted landscape of his sleek back and then came around to his chest, where she could once again feel the beat of his heart, not nearly so steady now.

The kiss started out gentle, but quickly got serious and not so gentle. His lips parted hers, their tongues touched, and she heard herself moan. His hot mouth left hers and made its way along her jaw, her throat, where he planted open-mouthed kisses that made her shiver for more. 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.

What else?" With a shiver, she tightened her grip on his hair. He didn't care if she made him bald, as long as she didn't let go. "That you know my sweet spots." "You're one big, sweet spot.

I want you, Elle, he said, voice low and rough. It's a goddamn ache, I want you so much.

I want in your life, Elle. All the way in.

And good Lord, the way he looks at you is contributing to global warming

I'm not really into hurrying," he said. "What are you into?" "Slow. Long. Hard. Hot. Dirty…" His teeth sank into her earlobe. "You still in?

At her touch, he froze. Still turned away from her, he tipped his head back, eyes closed, and said her name in a low, husky, desire-filled whisper.

Pru had gotten under his skin, and like her, he wanted more. So much more. He wanted to know her secrets, the ones that sometimes put those shadows in her eyes. He wanted to know what made her tick. And more than anything, he wanted to taste her again. Every inch of her.

The kiss was hot and wet and deep and amazing, and by the time he lifted his head from hers, she could hardly remember her point, much less her name.

He could feel her warm breath on his face and the heat of her body just barely touching his and he wanted her with an ache that couldn't be explained.

Okay, then stay so we can have wild, up-against-the-wall sex," he said. Her breath caught. She wasn't even sure what wild-up-against-the-wall sex would feel like, but she had a feeling she'd like it.…

So lost in her he couldn't remember his own name. Only hers…

He already couldn't remember what it'd been like before her. He'd thought everything was great in his life but then he'd been thrown a curve ball in the form of this gorgeous, passionate woman who he suddenly couldn't get enough of. Which made it official. He was hers, completely.

It's crazy…" she whispered against his mouth, "what you do to me." "Tell me," he said. "Tell me what I do to you." "You look at me like I'm the best thing you've seen

I'm all sweaty," she said again, even as her hands fisted in his hair. "That's okay," he said silkily, his mouth brushing her temple. "We're going to get even more so.

Oh, he wanted to sleep with her. Actually, he wanted to pull off her clothes with his teeth

Flying was just what she did, what she loved to do. In the air her problems dropped away and she felt weightless and free. A little bit like how she felt with Parker, actually.

it was like a freight train, hitting hard and fast, and in her entire life she'd never felt anything like it. It was as if he'd climbed inside her body, knew what she wanted before she wanted it, and knew how to give it to her. It was like being lost and coming home.

They took the elevator up with another couple who were lip locked for the entire ride. And not just lip locked but hand and leg locked too, really going to town, running their hands over each other like they were searching for ticks.

It was the craziest thing, but the more unreasonable she got, the more attracted to her he became.

He rocked her against him. No idea what I'm going to do with you. She didn't know what he was going to do with her either, but she hoped it was good.

Where? Where do you want me to kiss you, Lilah? She shivered at the thought of where she wanted his mouth, but he pulled free to look at her, waiting for her answer. Everywhere, she managed.

Only one condom, he reminded her. We used the other a few hours ago. We'll have to get creative. Thank God. He was good at creative. Really, really good.