Quotes About Temptation

I can't play video games because I have that addictive personality. If I started playing video games I wouldn't stop.

When you're young, you know, you want to do all the things other kids are doing. Play video games. Sit in the house and eat potato chips. Just play or whatever.

Because the problem with having tried something new and amazing was that you could never go back and take the same pleasure in the thing you used to enjoy. You could never erase the awareness that somewhere out there was a better experience you weren't having. You knew you were eating a canned biscuit after you'd tried a fluffy, tender homemade one with a crisp buttered top, the whole of it split open and doused with honey.

It sounds like if it weren't for your boyfriend, you'd be eating meat." "Probably," I admitted. "But I agree with Dane's take on the issues, and most of the time it's not a problem for me. Unfortunately, I'm temptable." "I like that in a woman. It almost makes up for your conscience.

He should never have allowed himself to accept Daisy's challenge, should never have stayed and played that bloody game for hours. It was just that Daisy had been so adorable, and while they played her attention had been focused entirely on him, and that had been too much temptation to withstand. She was the most provoking, beguiling woman he had ever met. Thunderstorms and rainbows wrapped together in a convenient pocket-sized parcel.

Seeing her indecision, Bowman said casually, "The others will be coming in here momentarily. And I should probably mention that I have an excellent view up your skirts." Drawing in a sharp breath, Hannah tried to gather her dress more closely around her, and her balance wobbled. Bowman cursed, his amusement vanishing. "Hannah, stop. I'm not looking. Be still, damn it. I'm coming up there to get you.

All the truly enjoyable things in life are invariably bad for you—and they're even better when done to excess.

Sweetheart." He let out a serrated breath. "You tempt me just by being in the same room with me.

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.

In Jack's view, you were obliged to sin on Saturday night so you'd have something to atone for Sunday morning.

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.

Aún. La tentadora promesa incrustada en esa palabra le cortó el aliento.

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.

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

Let me kiss you here," he coaxed. "Just once." "Oh, God… no." She reached down and weakly pushed his hand away. "It's a sin." "How do you know?" "Because it feels like one," she managed to say. He laughed quietly and pulled her hips farther toward him with a decisiveness that drew a little yelp from her. "In that case… I never sin by half measures.

I'm waging war, love. And the only way to win this kind of war is to make you want to lose.

This is what comes of wearing those damned flimsy slippers outside. You must have walked right over an adder who was sunning himself …and when he saw one of those pretty little ankles, he decided to take a nibble." He paused, and said something beneath his breath that sounded like, "I can't say that I blame him.

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

I'll take responsibility for my own decisions." "Are you so daft, lass, that you think one night with me would be worth risking everything?" he demanded. Merritt shrugged and lowered her gaze, but not before he saw the impish gleam in her eyes. "I'd like to find out.

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.

Something about her brings out the devil in me.

Take your bath, pet," he finally managed to say. "You're safe from me tonight. I may look, but I won't touch. Go on.

Finish the wine," he suggested softly, "and let me have my way with you. And in the morning we'll both pretend that you don't remember.