Quotes About Romance

He didn't want to run the other way when he saw Miss Bennet, as vexing as she was. He wanted to best her, to leave her speechless; he wanted to hear her confess that she was wrong and he was right, about anything at all. And most worrisome of all, he wanted to kiss her senseless when she did so. Maybe even before. He must be cracked in the head.

Of course, she'd also heard that rakes enjoyed the chase, the thrill of pursuing a reluctant woman, and she'd just scotched any prospect of that. But when she thought of how long it would take to entice Liam into wanting her, then pursuing her, pretending reluctance, before finally succumbing… Who had time for that? She wanted to know now.

He leaned forward. "Bathsheba," he said in the soft Scottish drawl that always caused unwarranted tremors to shiver through her. "Are you trying to seduce me?" Yes. She would die before saying it out loud. "Would it be faster to try to hire you?" Liam laughed. "You couldn't afford me, love.

He took another deep breath as she laughed, and the vibrations rippled through her body into his. 'I could stay here forever,'he added, almost to himself, as he brushed aside her hair to nuzzle the back of her neck. She raised her head and gave him a sultry look. 'Forever! How many wicked plans do you have?' 'You have no idea,' he murmured, easing away from her. He reached around and began untying her stays.

So much for fearing a shy, paralyzed virgin; she might be innocent, but Eliza had pressed against him and kissed him back until he completely forgot that he was pursuing her because of her father's manipulations. That thought cooled his blood somewhat. Edward Cross wanted him to court and marry his daughter, didn't he? Hugh smiled grimly. Cross was about to get exactly what he wanted. And so was he. Not only Cross's money, but Eliza herself.

Her stomach had fluttered when he asked so persistently, even threatening to persuade her. If he'd tried to kiss her to persuade her . . . curse him, it would have worked.

I don't believe he's the marrying sort. He'll be one of those men who grows into an old roué, leering at the maids and avoided by decent women." "Well, that will likely make some indecent woman very happy." Joan

Among other things, he [Thomas] insist he will perish if he cannot take me to Venice and watch me fall into a canal.

I have never treasured any woman the way I treasure you now, this moment. You are all I think of, all I want.

I can't say I've been in love with you my whole life. But I can say that I intend to be for the rest of it. I don't even know when it happened, but it did. I can't get you off my mind or out of my heart.

There had to be more to wooing a woman than feeding cattle, minding the store, tending the bar, and sex. That wasn't a bad combination in getting to know a woman, but now that he knew Jill, he wanted to hang the moon for her, make the stars brighter, and force daisies to grow from frozen ground.

He stopped moving for the space of a heartbeat. He bent his head to her shoulder and rocked his hips, pressing inside her. His hair fell forward around either side of his face, a frame of black, silky where it brushed her collarbone. "I am in paradise." His hips rocked again. She closed her eyes tight. She felt his lips on her cheek and then on her eyelids, placing gentle kisses.

Oh, my God. They were going to sleep together, with no sleeping involved.

Chuckling to herself, Nancy said aloud, "Romance and detective work won't mix tonight!

Their eyes met, and Nancy felt a charge pass between them, like a small electric shock. Hold it, she warned herself. Since when do you respond to anyone other than Ned Nickerson?

For some girls it's sexy when a guy bench-presses or throws a football, but he's slaying me with the book references.

You know how I feel about love. It was invented to sell wedding cakes. And vacations to Waikiki.

He was so much in love with me that I could have asked him for the moon and stars, and he would have gathered them for me.

You believe, fervently, that falling in love is the one holy mystery in an otherwise secular life.

It was September, and there was a crackly feeling to the air. I was saying something that was making her laugh, and I couldn't stop looking at her. It was a little bit chilly, and her cheeks were pink, and her dark hair was flowing around her face. All I wanted for the rest of my life was to keep making her laugh like that. Sometimes our arms brushed against each other as we walked, and it was like I could feel the touch for minutes after it happened.

Because under his sedate blazer and his knobby chest, there beat a heart, remember, that loved the tango.

But now it is Norris's privilege and pleasure to see her as no one else does, for he has been struck by love for Vida. And in his eyes, under the transforming inspection of his gaze?well, who can tell? Vida may become something more than she appears at the very moment, waiting quietly on her bench, the world breathing delicately around her.

I could charm the birds out of everyone's trees but his

If Harrison was unable to see that I had feelings for him (at least five, but sometimes as many as seven) then he wasn't as smart as I thought he was – as I knew he was.