Quotes About Romance

You look beautiful sitting there spitting at me like a she-cat. All I have to do is look at you, and I lust. I'm going to take you back to the hotel and take off that delectable dress and make love to you until you don't have the energy to be mad at me anymore." Ian Connelly, Marquis of Derne

The thing about letting yourself fall in love with a jackass was—you might be in love, but he was still a jackass.

Funny, she had always thought that thin, bespectacled, intellectual types like Brian attracted her. Lora had to smile at her own naivete. Who would have guessed that she, Lora Harding, would buckle at the knees over a hunk of male beef?

If you're short on time, that would be the two-word version of our story: we fell.

A great man once wrote, "Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and blows up the bonfire." If only I were as eloquent as Mr. de la Rochefoucauld...I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. And I want you. And I need your kiss. And your touch on my skin like a man needs water. Always.

Chris's tongue traced a path of fire down Tia's neck. His hands sought her breasts, kneading the soft flesh.

We've had fifteen years of being grown-ups when we could have got together and we never have. Doesn't that tell you something?' 'Yeah, that timing is everything. Hit on me again now.

I don't have a list or anything. I just haven't met that person that I want to hold a boom box up for yet.

Charity thought of the Yukon, the dream of adventure that had carried her so far from her home, and the turn of fate that had led to the place she stood now, in the arms of the man she loved. And she smiled.

So it's just a one-night stand." His head came up. Eyes as blue as the sky bored into her. "In case you haven't noticed, the sun is still up.

Wait and see," Claire said excitedly. "Your husband will not be able to resist you." Grace hoped Claire was right.Since the night he had kissed her in the drawing room after their disastrous dinner party,he had done a magnificent job of exactly that.

I don't like the word infatuated. It sounds like something bad, like 'inflicted' or 'incurable,' not to speak of 'inefficient' or 'indulgent.' As if you want to love someone but it goes wrong and you get infatuated instead.

I'm not looking for love," she tried to explain."If it comes my way, that makes it twice as special.

What are you going to do?" Her voice was breathy. "I'm going to do you." He nuzzled her neck.

A plate of lobster rolls came next, followed by a romaine lettuce salad in a cut-glass bowl topped with fresh pear slices, walnuts, cranberries, and blue cheese crumbles. Glasses of sparkling water. "Apple dumplings for dessert," said Amelia, as she settled on the chair Cade held for her. She gave him a soft smile, patted his hand. "Help yourselves.

I'm naked underneath." "Commando here, too." One corner of her mouth tipped up. "Something else we have in common." He moved toward her, stepped around the chair. Closing in, he he finger-traced her cleavage. She didn't flinch or cringe, which encouraged him to say, "I'll take off my shirt, so you don't feel alone when I peel down your top." "Once our tops are off?" "We work our way down." "Down...

So, hey, you wanna meet me out in the shed later?" Finn asked, popping a pretzel into his mouth. "Oh, sure," Megan replied, flushing slightly. "What're you two doing in the shed together?" Evan asked, raising his eyebrows. Megan's flush deepened.

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Oh! To be in love, And never get out again.

You don't need words just one kiss, then another.

He pressed his forehead against mine, stared soulfully into my eyes, and smiled. I smiled back and was about to drag him inside my room, when his smile turned to a grin and he chuckled. Then he guffawed, and seconds later he was leaning against the wall, holding his stomach, laughing and begging for mercy. So much for the famous unruffled calm of the British secret agent.

She felt like a chess player who, by the clever handling of his pieces, sees the game taking the course intended. Her eyes were bright and tender with a smile as they glanced up into his and her lips looked hungry for the kiss which they invited.

At any other time, I actually wouldn't have minded going on a date with him. After all, he was hot, he was French, and he was a complete emotional train wreck - in other words, my type.

I'm not a big fan of romantic comedies, believe it or not.