Quotes About Gaze

Squinting made me feel as if I had control over how much of it I would see at first.

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.

You need something more nourishing than the contents of that glass, Mr. Shaw." His hard gaze met hers. "I know what I need, you presumptuous wench. Now leave, or you're going to get a big eyeful of Gideon Shaw.

He stared at her the way he used to in the days of their youth, his eyes lit with open yearning.

Annabelle moistened her dry lips. "You... you mustn't stare at me like that." Soft as the murmur was, he caught it. "With you here, nothing else is worth looking at.

If you're implying that I'm spoiled, I assure you that I am not." "You should be." His warm gaze slid over her pink-tinted face and slender upper body, then sought hers again. There was a note in his voice that gently robbed her of breath. "You could do with a bit of spoiling.

He met my gaze then. We were sitting very close. The irises of his eyes were amazingly clear and brown, like some exotic spice dissolved in brandy. You need a challenge , he had told me, and I found it right there in his gaze, along with the promise that not only was I going to lose but I would enjoy it. -Ella's thoughts

He had collected as many stolen glances as possible, knowing it was all he would ever have of her.

His eyes hold mine and the depth of power and heat I find there are as limitless as what he makes me feel.

Polite applause punctuated the end of the clockmaker's speech. But Passion continued to stare. Her words came before she thought to hold them back. "Your profile ought to be pressed upon a coin." He bent his blue gaze upon her. "Your body ought to be pressed upon mine.

George Vida braced his hands on the table before taking his seat, his gaze strafing the room with the discernment of a leathery old goat sniffing for something to nibble on.

Elle's gaze hadn't left the front door. But holy cow hotness, Batman, really, you want to see this. Why? He's in a suit, that's why. My eyes don't know what to do with themselves. Will whipped around so fast she gave herself whiplash.

I don't want to talk about it," she said. Once again he was close. Too close. So damn close. "At all," she added, hearing with some alarm that her voice had softened. Everything had softened, at just his proximity. "Ever," she whispered, and found her gaze locked on his mouth. He had a really great mouth.

I'm not a lot of trouble," she said. His gaze slid to her mouth. "You sure about that?" "Completely." And then she flashed him an indeed trouble-filled smile. And that's when he knew. He was the one in trouble. Deep trouble.

Broccoli has almost as much calcium as milk," she told him, amused. "It gives you strong bones." His gaze slid to hers, and she felt her face heat again. He had strong bones. And as they both knew, a few minutes ago, he'd had one particularly strong boner to boot. But mercifully he let the comment go.

He looked her over, making her every nerve ending tingle with awareness, though his gaze was more inquisitive than sexual, as if making sure she was okay, though she had no idea why she wouldn't be. Then he smiled, and oh, how her misbehaving nipples loved that predatory smile. If his intense, concerned once-over had done things to her, his smile just about undid her from the inside out. -Amy

And good Lord, the way he looks at you is contributing to global warming

Their gazes locked and held for a long beat, like maybe he was taking her pulse from across the room, absorbing the fact that she was drenched and breathless. The corners of his mouth twitched. She'd amused him again.

Her gaze ran over him. "You're… in just your undies." "Yes, that's what happens when you don't knock." She gave him a long once-over. "You grew up right nicely, Knox.

His smile was badass wicked and filled with trouble as he put a knee on the bed and began to crawl toward her with nefarious intent in his sharp gaze.

A crowd of men stood in front of them. Of all ages, with expressions of sex-wonder in their eyes, gazing curiously as men who cannot solve a mystery that populates graveyards and through the ages has sent poets, popes, kings and fools to the junk heap.

Im sitting here trying my hardest not to look your way. Not really because I dont want to see you. I just know that when I look up you wont be looking back.

And I can remember just sitting there staring at you staring at me and I wanted to cry so badly.

Beauty not only lies in the eyes of the beholder,but it is beautiful because it is being beheld.