Quotes About Romance

Where? Where do you want me to kiss you, Lilah? She shivered at the thought of where she wanted his mouth, but he pulled free to look at her, waiting for her answer. Everywhere, she managed.

Did you just try to inhale me?" he asked, looking amused. "Ha." She crossed her arms. "You wish.

Only one condom, he reminded her. We used the other a few hours ago. We'll have to get creative. Thank God. He was good at creative. Really, really good.

What drew her into O'Riley's like a bee to honey was the six-foot, broad-shouldered, dark eyes, dark smile of Finn O'Riley himself.

It was the cheesy gesture of knocking every thing off your desk that got me. He met her gaze and smiled. I've got more cheesy moves. Bring them on.

Finn smiled and blew half her brain cells. "You going to teach me how to have fun, Pru?" he asked in that low, husky voice.

I wasn't finished with you, Pru," he said softly. "I had plans." Oh boy. "Maybe I had plans, too." "Yeah?" Closing the gap between them, one of his hands went to her hip, the other slid up her back to anchor her to him. "Tell me. Tell me slowly and in great detail.

If she hadn't been sitting, her knees wouldn't have held her up, because he kissed away her annoyance, her good sense, any ability to think, everything.

The kiss had been shockingly... wow. Which had led to one thing or another, and some more wow, along with a good dash of yowza, and then... the whole morning-after thing.

She slid on the helmet. Thanks, Prince Charming. Huh? You know, Cinderella, she said. The prince had her slipper and you had my helmet...

I'm ready, she promised. She kissed his jaw and then rubbed her cheek against it, letting out a low hum of arousal at the feel of his stubble on her skin. He had a scent that every single one of her senses responded to. The texture of his skin, the taste of his tongue, the latent strength in his hands - everything about him did it for her. I want this, she said. I want you.

I've got a hot shower and an even hotter bed only ten minutes from here. Hotter bed? It's got a heater in it. She narrowed her eyes. It does not. Hand to heaven, he said. She narrowed her eyes. Does this 'heater' run on electricity? Nope.

Tell me you're butt-ass naked beneath that trench coat," he said. "It'd really turn my day around." She crossed her arms. "I'm in costume!" "I can see that," he said. "Slutty nurse? Oh please, God, be the slutty nurse.

And now he had her in his arms, this amazing, prickly, suspicious, hardheaded woman that he was falling for in spite of himself because she was also sweet and kind and had the biggest heart of anyone he'd ever met. Falling hard. It was going to take a lot to convince her that he was a good idea, although he was pretty sure her body might've already made its decision. He had no idea what it would take to persuade the rest of her.

He slid his fingers over her jaw and tilted her face up to his. You're smarter than hell, sexier than hell, and I like you way more than I should, he said.

With another of those sexy laughs, he kissed her. Really kissed her, nothing sweet or questioning about it this time. She moaned, closed a fist in his hair, and did the only thing she could: held on for the best kiss of her life.

He had to laugh. "Lotti, when I first met you, you were in PE class wearing a baggy T-shirt and sweats and I wanted you." "I'm being serious, Sean." "So am I.

To the best readers on the planet—romance readers! I'm grateful to each one of you every single day.

Mistletoe. Lorie snatched up the dried spirg, and held it to her chest like it was a bar of gold... It's for you. You want to kiss me? Well, why didn't you just say so? Hope leaned in and puckered up. Give me your best shot. Laughing, Lorie shoved her away. I don't want to kiss you. I want someone else to kiss you. A penis-carrying someone.

Every time they so much as looked at each other, the air crackled. He hadn't yet decided if that was good or bad, but he was definitely leaning towards bad.

Please don't look at me like that," she whispered. "Like what?" "Like you love me." His heart stopped. Just stopped. "I think I do," he said.

Love is a feeling; romance is love in action."*

Pansy, Murphy sneered. Thomas leered at her. You make my stamen tingle when you talk like that, Sergeant.

Rip her dress off!" Bob shouted. Bob the Skull takes paperback romances very seriously. The next page turned so quickly that he tore the paper a little. Bob is even harder on books than I am. "That's what I'm talking about!" Bob hollered, as more pages turned.