Quotes About Romance

She laughed, and the sound was tantalizing. He didn't understand how musical notes could stroke a man's skin and dance along his thighs. He didn't understand how the notes could be an arrow that pierced his heart. She owned him.

She'd made her way into his heart. Snuck in when he wasn't looking. It was impossible to be with her and not fall deeply, madly in love with her.

You have the white knight syndrome in spades," she murmured. "Don't kid yourself, baby, there's nothing white knight about me.

I was born to be with you, Kate. You're supposed to be some kind of a magical woman, filled with the second sight, yet you don't see what's right in front of you. Why is that?

Stefano threw back his head and laughed. She loved the sound. Carefree. Masculine. Enjoying life. He didn't laugh a lot. You, bambina, were celebrating me finding you.

I'm in love with you Ashe. I'm not offering you a lot in the way of white picket fences and social status, but I can tell you that I'll love you with every breath I take.

There are all kinds of ways to make love. If it's good, that's what you need. But going back to your Gary. You cling to him because he made you feel grounded. Everything around you was so different and you didn't know how to handle it. I think you do love him, Gabrielle, but I don't think you're in love with him. If you were in love with him, you wouldn't feel as if all your loyalty should belong to Aleksei.

He took her breath away. He was solid, all muscle and she could see, even with the veil of gray rain, that his muscles rippled deliciously as he ran.

His hands went to the front of her blouse and her heart began to pound. Nicolae, this really is a good movie. Is it? he murmured, clearly distracted.

If she drank enough, she might just dare to get on the back of his bike and ride off with him. She wouldn't look back. She wouldn't want to look back. He would be enough for her. She could make a life with him, she knew she could.

Kiss me, Raven. Remember me." She lifted long lashes and searched his black, hungry gaze with blue eyes that had darkened to deep purple. There was a burning intensity in the heat of his gaze, of his body. "If I kiss you, Mikhail, I won't be able to stop.

If I really wanted you to love me, I should have presented more of a challenge." She burrowed deeper into a pillow. "My hair is a mess." Mikhail sat on the edge of the bed, took the mass of silk in his hands, and gently began to weave the thick strands into a long, loose braid, "If you presented much more of a challenge, little one, my heart would never be able to take it." He sounded amused.

His body was settling over hers, his knee nudging her thighs apart so he could press against her soft, welcoming body. "I think you should just stay naked and waiting for me," he growled, stroking her to ensure her readiness.

You know, baby," he said, just to see her catch fire, "I think we should try again with the spanking. I could make it erotic. Make you love it." "I could hit you over the head with a frying pan in your sleep too," she said. "Make you love that.

I'm not going to sleep with someone I don't know because I'm lonely." He laughed softly, low and amused. "Is that what you think? That you would be sleeping with me because you are lonely?" His hand was at her throat again, stroking, caressing, heating her blood. "This is why you will make love with me. This." His mouth fastened on hers.

I burn for you. Even in my sleep, the sleep of our people where there can be no thought, I burn for you.

There would be no saving herself from the consequences of falling in love with Ice.

Draden. Who knew there were men like him in the world? He made it exciting to wake up in the morning. She looked forward to the day. To their shared laughter. Their conversations. The intense attraction between them. Who wouldn't fall in love with him?

Blythe was Viktor's in. He'd arranged a casual meeting and swept her off her feet. He was good with women. He knew exactly how to read them and what they wanted and needed. He was good at providing.

She was everything. His air. His breath. His heart. Mikhail's mouth found hers in long, drugging kisses, moved to her throat, her breast, found his mark. One taste. Only one. Raven moved in his arms, turned her head to give him better access, her hands entwined in his hair. "I'd better marry you, Mikhail. You need me desperately.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her like she was his and had been for years. Like he was a man dying and she was his greatest love. He felt like she was. Shylah Cosmos. His only little peony. His delicate flower. Dependable. Long-lived.

Send for Jacques. But go feed before you see him. You made me weak with your lovemaking, and if you'll forgive a little crude Carpathian humor, I'll expect you to bring me home dinner." Startled, he stared at her. For a long moment there was silence, and then they both burst out laughing.

Mikhail, are you asking me to marry you?" "I am not really certain I know how it is done. Should I be on my knee?" He was grinning openly at her. "You're proposing to me with a carload of assassins approaching?" "Potential assassins." He gave her a small, heart-wrenching smile. "Say yes. You know you cannot possibly resist me. Say yes.

Hot. Tight. Wet. Perfect. He knew what paradise was, right there in his woman's mouth.