Quotes About Temptation

If you finish eating this food, I'll get you a whole herd of giant donkeys." "That's the strangest bribe I've ever heard of

I missed you," he said, his lips stretching into a slow, lazy smile. The ice in his eyes began to melt. "Did you miss me, Nevada?" He said my name. "No." "Not even a little bit?" "No. Never thought of you." Just because I usually chose not to lie didn't mean I couldn't. Rogan grinned and all of my thoughts went to the wrong places. He was almost unbearably handsome when he smiled.

There is nothing you can offer me," she said. "Oh, I don't know. You might change your mind. You're like me, Victoria." He grinned. "You like to do things that make life interesting. We both do so hate to be bored.

Ascanio leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, a slight smile on his lips. It had to be his sexy, nonchalant pose. I wasn't sure if I was expected to toss my underwear at his feet or just fall back with my legs in the air.

He opens his mouth and I want to kill him. I've actually had fantasies of ripping of his head Savannah. The older witch looked at her a long moment. What? Don't do it in front of his Dogs. Hopefully, I won't do it at all. If things get too bad, I'll divorce him.

Rose pushed on his chest with her hand. "If you let go of me now, I'm going to chalk your mauling of me up to temporary insanity." He kissed her again, lightly brushing her lips. "Declan!" His grass green eyes laughed at her. "I wanted you to be sure that I wasn't temporarily insane.

The lack of money is the root of all evil, Mr. Meadows.

It was one thing to be attracted to bad boys, something I usually didn't suffer from. It was another to be attracted to bad men. Mad Rogan was a really bad, bad man. If he wanted something, he bought it, or persuaded you to give it to him, or just simply took it. I had to make sure he didn't want me. Because if he decided he did, it would be on his terms, and I wouldn't like it. No, I would like it, which was even worse.

Time stopped and for a few blissful moments there was nothing except Connor, intoxicating and irresistible, the taste of him, the scent of him, the raw male power of his arms, and the tender seducing touch of his lips... And then I was out of the car and gone before the power of that kiss wore off.

Can you turn so you're not pressed against me?" "I could," he said, his voice amused. "But then you would have to lie on top of me." My brain said, "NO." My body went, "Wheee!" I

her scent made him want to whine like a puppy because he had to stay away.

It was one thing to be attracted to bad boys, something I usually didn't suffer from. It was another to be attracted to bad men. Mad Rogan was a really bad, bad man.

Kissing me won't make me more agreeable," she whispered. "I'm not trying to make you more agreeable." His voice was rough and low. "I just can't help myself.

He looked her over very slowly. "If I chose to molest you, it wouldn't be an attempt. And you would be most enthusiastic about it.

Sorry to burst your bubble, but that changes nothing. Anytime you say anything, I think about sex. Anytime I see you, I think about sex.

Cookies aren't gonna cut it. Do you know any lion hunters who bait their traps with cookies?

hated casinos. The lure of easy money brought out the worst in people. The air smelled of greed, disappointment, and desperation.

To drink or not to drink? That was the question. I sipped it. If he'd spiked it, I could still kill him before I passed out.

She looked beautiful and alive, as if the planet had exhaled its magic and conjured her from its breath to taunt him. He wanted to touch her to see if she was real. The woods spread for many kilometers around them, steeped in night shadows and glowing with delicate color. The temple sat within them like a tiny man-made island, and their fire was its heart. It felt like they were the last two people on the planet, just him and her.

I'm saying that it's illegal, dangerous, and possibly unethical, but we should definitely do it.

Come here, please. Or should I carry you?" She jumped of the porch and walked over. "I'd like to see you try." "Don't tempt me.

Touch me." She stared at his palm. Calloused. Probably from swinging that bloody sword. "I won't bite," he said. "Not until you're in my bed, anyway.

He kissed me back. There was no magic this time. No phantom fire, no velvet pressure. Just a man, who tasted like the glory of heaven and the sin of hell rolled into one.

He was terrifying, and I wanted to run my hands down that chest and feel the hard ridges of his abs. I was some special kind of idiot.