Quotes About Romance

He stopped working and smiled at her. "What are you thinking that makes you look at me so?" "I'm thinking I'd best do something about you soon." "Are you open to suggestions?" Setting aside an iron chisel, he brushed her cheek. The glove glided, hot and rough, on her skin. She pushed his hand aside. "Not of that sort.

The pressure of his mouth eased. He drew away, holding her at arm's length. He filled her vision, broad shoulders and shaggy head framed by the crags and cliffs of Connemara. He had a look of astonished delight on his face, while dangerous banked fires smoldered in his eyes. Still gripping her shoulders, he stepped back and said, "Look me in the eye, Caitlin MacBride, and tell me you've been kissed before.

Seeing him amid the yellow leaves and berry-colored hips of the spent roses, and the fading hollyhocks gone to seed along the garden wall, filled her heart.

Dating? Who says we're dating? This feels like a date, he said simply. Dinner, dancing, a nightcap at my place. He took out two slender, stemmed glasses. To me, that spells date. We skipped over the asking out and primping and getting nervous beforehand. Yeah, who needs that?

And aside from that kiss—awkward and way too…slobbery—things were going all right.

I want you in every way a man can want a woman, and in ways we've yet to invent. Every single day and night. Now, come here.

It's a Kalahari diamond," he said. "I picked a square cut because it looks like a crystal of salt." Margot reached across the table and touched two fingers to his lips. "It's the prettiest thing I ever saw.

She kept sneaking looks at him. He had strong, chiseled features, his jaw softened by a day or two's growth of beard. And those shoulders. She'd always been a sucker for a guy's strong shoulders. Big square hands that looked as if they did harder work than writing biographies. No wedding band. At thirty, Isabel couldn't help noticing a detail like that.

Instead of this dumb rain check idea, I'll write a song about a guy who likes a girl who works in a bookstore but he won't tell her. And the clichés keep coming, he grumbled. Quit being one, then, she said.

I came here to conquer you. And here I stay, a willing prisoner of your heart.

I always thought that romantic comedies were silly," Myra May said. "But I've changed my mind. The world is pretty grim. People need something to smile about.

The gentlemen among my readers will smile to themselves and say that women never did understand business, but the ladies may agree with me that Mrs Brandy understood her business very well, for the chief business of Mrs Brandy's life was to make Stephen Black as much in love with her as she was with him.

Did you ever look into an English novel? Well, do not trouble yourself. It is nothing but a lot of nonsense about girls with fanciful names getting married.

Sometimes you my graciously permit all the most beautiful ladies in the land to wait in line to kiss your hands and fall in love with you.

Young people like, and even love, on impulse.

the wicked woman's son was evidently making love to the girl. Both were standing by the old window-seat

But to die as lovers may - to die together, so that they may live together.

When you get to play a character that's in love, it's cool.

Well, food's always the way to anybody's heart, I think, guy or girl.

It was nearly five before Jake walked in. He was sunburnt, wet, and smelled faintly of fish. Sexy as hell. Don't ask me to explain.

He scooped up Victoria practically before she hit the ground, well within the five-second rule. If she'd been a potato chip, he could have still eaten her. Not something I particularly wanted to contemplate.

I want to fuck you in those glasses.

Jake's mouth found mine, his lips molding hot and soft to my own. His tongue tentatively tested the seal of my lips; I parted them and he pushed inside. It was startlingly sweet and achingly familiar, like finding harbor.

Some guys say it with flowers," Tucker said. "I bring you arson reports.