Quotes About Romance

She sat down, grinned—and made her lip throb again. "I love you." "Excellent news. You can prove it with lots of sex." "We had sex a few hours ago." "No, we made love a few hours ago—angels surely wept. I want sex for this job, as it's given me a buggering headache trying to straddle your far-famed line. I want mad sex, with costumes—maybe props—and an intriguing story line." "Milking it, pal.

Then you got to the face, framed by that mane of black silk hair, and no heart could be blamed for skipping a few beats. That face, carved by some genius god on a particularly artistic day. Those eyes, so wildly blue they caught the breath. That mouth, so perfectly, romantically sculpted, curved now, for her. Maybe, just maybe, with another handful of years of marriage, seeing him unexpectedly wouldn't simply dazzle her.

Do you know what else I think, Eve?' 'I don't have a clue.' 'I think I'm in love with you.

I like your style, Lieutenant Dallas. I like it a lot. And by the way, I don't think I'm in love with you anymore. I know I am.

TITLES BY J. D. ROBB Naked in Death

I need to see you again. Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. Roarke, what's going on here? Lieutenant. He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. Indications are we're having a romance. Then he laughed, kissed her again, hard and quick. I believe I could have held a gun to your head and you wouldn't have looked as terrified. Well, you'll have several days to think it through, won't you? She had a feeling several years wouldn't be enough.

Alone, Roarke took the gray fabric button from his pocket, the one he'd found on the floor of his limo. The one that had fallen from the jacket of that drab gray suit she'd worn the first time he'd seen her.

Erotica so he'd last longer.

Christ Jesus. Torn between amusement and pain, Roarke dabbed at the blood on his lip. You make romance a dangerous business.

She snuck in another stroke. "Was it a just-because? I love just-because presents the best. Last month McNab gave me the cutest pair of earrings—like chains of hearts—just because. You know a guy's stuck on you if he springs for just-because jewelry of any kind.

Eve didn't get it, just didn't get it. Who the hell decided everyone was supposed to go mad with romance and gift buying on some random day in February? Hadn't everybody just gone mad with good cheer and gift buying in December? When would it end?

Try to kiss me, Detective, you won't wake up for a week.

From the most beautiful creatures our lust rises... so that the beauty of rose could never die.

For that is surely what a woman wants: to be courted, wooed, persuaded, won! Even when she surrenders, she wants to give herself up not frankly but in a delicious haze of confusion, resisting yet unresisting. Falling, but never an irrevocable falling. No: to fall and then come back from the fall new, remade, virginal, ready to be wooed again and to fall again. A playing with death, a play of resurrection.

I didn't mean to make you cry- Oh, God...Zsadist, I love you. His eyes flared so wide, his brows nearly hit his hairline. What...? I love you. Say that again. I love you. Again...please, he whispered. I need to hear it...again. I love you... His response was to start praying to the Scribe Virgin in the Old Language. -Lover Awakened

So not soon, right?" "No, not soon." "And not tonight." "Oh, no, not tonight." She put her hand on his belly, moved it down and took hold of his cock. Instantly it started to swell again. "Oh my," she said.

Man, he wasn't going to need a stress test anytime soon. If his heart could get through a kiss from her, he could probably run a marathon. While dragging a car behind him. Sideways to the road.

Okay. Right. Horror meets romance meets erotica meets fantasy meets hip hop. Throw in some leather and some Miami Ink shit, stir with a baseball bat and a tire iron, sprinkle on some baby powder, and serve over a hot bed of Holy-Mary-mother-of-God-this-has-to-work-or-I'm-going-to-be-a-lawyer-for-the-rest-of-my-natural-life. No problem. (J.R. Ward on the elements of writing the Black Dagger Brotherhood)

The half-human was the hottest thing he'd ever gotten anywhere near. And he'd cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.

What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can't breath. - Rhage to Mary

Written on the mirror, revealed by the steam, were the words, I love you, Jane.

Hey, as you leave, Qhuinn wanted to say, will you do me a favor? I think my left ventricle is on the floor, so don't step on it as you pull out? Thanks. Great.

Have I mentioned you are the hottest geek I've ever known ?

Beth wrapped her arms around Wrath's waist and leaned into her hellren's body. Their black hair mixed together, his straight, hers wavy. God, Wrath's was so damn long now. But word was that Beth liked the stuff so he'd grown it out for her. V wiped his mouth again. Weird, how males do shit like that.