Quotes About Temptation

Died from eating a Hershey bar.

Michael," I said between kisses, "if I were to become like you, do you think . . . that is, we seem to have this . . . thing." We seem to have this thing? Gods, what was wrong with me?

How could such an innocent-looking pair of lips leave her feeling so... wicked? Worse yet, how could they reside on a face that was far from innocent? With thick dark hair that was just a fraction too long to be decent, piercing gray eyes, and the hard lines of his face, Dominic Mallory was sin embodied.

Even behind the so-called protection of the changing screen, Dominic could see every line of Katherine's body in the firelight. He supposed he should feel guilty, but that was the furthest thing from his mind as he watched her shadow stoop to pick up her nightgown. By God, she was perfect. From the soft curve of her breasts as the shift slipped over them, to the long lines of her arms and legs, it seemed her body had been plucked from his most detailed, sinful fantasy.

He cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers before his dark head came down and he drummed his tongue lightly over the taut flesh. She dipped her head back with a throaty, "Yes." Her womb contracted as he suckled while one hand crept slowly, purposefully, under her gown and up her smooth leg. A trail of fire and need was left in its wake.

Uh, you're going to take off your clothes?" she asked. He gave her a grin. "Well, I normally don't sleep in my full regalia." "What do you sleep in?" He couldn't resist. "Nothing.

In a few swift motions, he shrugged out of his remaining clothes. In the dwindling fire and candlelight, nothing was left to Katherine's imagination. And now she knew just what all the fuss was about. The man was like a god. From the broad shoulders to the tapered waist, the strong arms and legs, to the hard thrust of an erection that jutted proudly between his legs, he was what a higher power had imagined when He created Man.

At one point, I even thought, 'Oh, I'll take diet pills.' I tried it for one day, and I thought my heart was going to explode. It's awful, and I would never, ever recommend it.

If I could write anything I wanted to, I'd write about the splendor of butter and sugar hitting your taste buds at the same time, or smooth pasta and sharp Romano, or a fat strawberry dipped in bittersweet chocolate.

Tell me about your relationship with food." How can I tell her anything she'd understand? Has she ever eaten a pan of brownies in one sitting? A half dozen salad-bar baked potatoes? A baker's dozen? What is it about slippery-sweet ice cream, about half-melted chocolate chips or moist homemade birthday cake, juicy steak seared on the grill, creamy potato salad, watermelon freshly cut and dripping with juice?

That's why we're not doing it again. That kind of lust gets out of control and you'll end up scorched." Lying to yourself now? It wasn't just Lyssie that would get singed. There was something about this woman that was slipping beneath his skin and stirring the embers of a part of him he'd thought long dead. He shoved that away and firmed his voice. "I'm going to be your friend and protector.

Alyssa couldn't tear her gaze from him as the firelight played over the hard edges of him. Once he'd been the poster boy for clean-cut military, now he'd gone all tatted up sexy danger.

Andrea was never sure who leaned forward first, but she was melting toward him and, next thing she knew, felt the scalding pressure of Sean's mouth on hers. He kissed her with strength, barely masking his power, and Andrea closed her eyes and drank it in. His hand stole to the back of her neck, arching her up to savor more of her. "Come inside with me," he whispered against her mouth....

I am a bad man, very bad, but in a different way. I want to ravish you until we're both senseless with it, and then I want to do it all over again.

Their mouths falling together every time they were alone had to cease.

His cock bumped her, thick and wide. Spike opened her thighs around his hips, lifting her and holding her with perfect strength while he slid up and inside. Myka's eyes went wide. Hell, he couldn't be that... Oh, my God... it has to stop soon... Oh, my God.

Come here." He sat on the bed, putting his back against the headboard, and patted the mattress beside him. "On the bed. Of course." Kim put her hands on her hips. "If kidnapping and arguing don't work, try seduction.

You'll ruin me," she whispered. Malcolm studied her, his amber-colored gaze intense. "Marry me, lass, and I'll ruin ye every day.

Be subtle. "Slow eating is good," she agreed. "Like the way I eat chocolate-covered strawberries. The big, pointed ones that I can barely get my lips around. I like to suck them real slow.

her touch fire and bliss. He couldn't hold out against her much longer. His defences were dropping with each passing second and now he teetered on the edge of surrendering to her seduction.

Tempted by Fire by Erin Kellison

Of course that he affected her in such a way that she often wanted to simply shed her clothes and fall down on her back, ticked her off.

His name was as exotic as his looks. The deadly combination of lush chocolate brown hair, those intense pale blue eyes and his lithe figure that just screamed he would look like a god naked, was too much for her.

the Spaniard was looking at her bare legs, he was going to accidently-on-purpose hit him when Snow started misbehaving.