Quotes About Romance

He leaned over her shoulder, until his mouth was at her tingling ear. "Perhaps I'll appear at your window one midnight," he whispered, "to tempt you for a ride across earth and ocean.

My love is upon you," he whispered…and she knew then that she had won.

Kissing is the best thing lips do other than smiling." Cassandra

A gleam of humor flickered in those obsidian eyes. "I should warn you, Hannah: when we meet at Stony Cross Park, take care to avoid the mistletoe. For both our sakes.

Eventually Sebastian stood, bringing his aroused body against hers, his forehead pressed to the door behind her. Evie linked her arms around his lean waist, her eyes closed as she rested her cheek against his shoulder. "The bargain…" she mumbled. "You said I could kiss you," came his gentle, wicked whisper near her ear. "But, my love…you didn't specify where.

Then give me your answer." He crushed a brief, impassioned kiss against her lips. "Say it, or I'll have to keep kissing you until you surrender.

Turn over, Helen." An approving sound, very nearly a purr, left his throat as she obeyed. He looked down at her with eyes as bright as the reflection of stars in a midnight ocean. So brutally handsome, like one of the volatile gods of mythology, wreaking havoc on hapless mortal maidens at a whim. And he was hers.

Alex's gaze bore her through like an icicle. He was tempted to shove her back into the ornate carriage and tell the driver to head straight for London. Or a far hotter place.

The perfume works," she insisted. "Not only did you respond to it, but Annabelle tried it on her husband—and she swears that he kept her up all night as a result." "Sweetheart," Marcus said wryly, "Hunt has behaved like a boar in rut around Annabelle since the first day they met. It's typical behavior for him, where she is concerned.

Aline," he interrupted tersely, "the forces of heaven and hell combined couldn't stop me from making love to you right now." That hardly left room for ambiguity.

He winced suddenly, and moved to arrange her on his lap. "Don't put your knee there, darling, or your plans of consummating the marriage may be thrown very much into doubt.

If you don't send me away from Stony Cross by tomorrow morning, I'll take it as a personal invitation to your bed.

My lord," she whispered, "have you gone mad?" "Yes. Yes.

Obviously, you want me to kiss you. And I'll be happy to oblige, when the time is right. But not yet." "Mr. Hunt, you are the most—" "Yes, I know," he said with a grin. "You may as well spare yourself the effort of hurling adjectives at me, as I've heard them all before.

Yes.' Cam paused. 'The Rom would say you were a man who grieved too much. You trapped your beloved's soul in the in-between.' 'Either that, or I went mad.' 'Love is a form of madness, isn't it?' Cam asked prosaically.

Evie stiffened and whimpered in surprise at the realization that she was naked... that St. Vincent was making love to her and had been for some minutes. St. Vincent glanced up at her. With the slight flush on the crests of his cheeks, his eyes seemed lighter and more startling than usual. The hint of a relaxed but devious smile touched the corners of his mouth. "You're difficult to awaken," he said huskily.

He looked down at her, finding it difficult to resist the urge to climb over her prone body and kiss her senseless. "Would you mind telling me why you were drinking pear brandy in the middle of the afternoon?" "Because I couldn' open the sherry." His lips twitched. -Marcus & Lillian

The first moment I saw you, I knew you were my share of the world. I've always loved you. If I could choose my fate, I'd never be parted from you. Acushla . . . pulse of my heart, breath of my soul . . . there's nothing on this earth more fair and fine than you. Your shadow on the ground is sunlight to me.

I have to leave," he whispered against her hair. "No, stay." Her face turned, her lips nuzzling the bare skin of his chest. "Stay all night. Stay forever." He smiled and kissed her temple. "I would. But somehow I think your family would take exception to my debauching you before we were properly betrothed." "I don't feel debauched." "I do," Matthew said. Daisy smiled. "I'd better marry you, then.

Do I have to take a knee when I ask her?" Ryan asked."No, but it's traditional." Ryan rubbed the lower half of his jaw, clearly not liking the idea. "Men used to kneel when they were being knighted," Sofia pointed out."Or beheaded," Ryan said darkly.

You've never been here before," he said. "You're wrong." He shook his head. "I'd have remembered you." "Actually," she said in a hushed voice, "I'm not here now. This isn't happening at all. You're just visiting a dream of mine." "Am I?" He bent his head, his smiling mouth very close to hers. His breath was warm against her lips. "Then don't wake up, angel. I'd like to stay awhile.

Every night for the rest of my life, I'll dream of the afternoon in the holloway, when I was waylaid by a dark-haired beauty who devastated me with the heat of a thousand troubled stars, and left my soul in cinders. Even when I'm an old man, and my brain has fallen to wrack and ruin, I'll remember the sweet fire of your lips under mine, and I'll say to myself, 'Now, that was a kiss.'" Silver-tongued

Did Llandrindon kiss you?" She nodded slowly in the framework of his hands. "Just once." Jealousy entered his voice. "Did you like it?" "I wanted to. I tried to." She closed her eyes and turned her cheek into his palm. "But it wasn't at all like your kisses.

they're both moonstruck. You remember how it is in the beginning." She grimaced. "Yes, a state of derangement with chapped lips.