Quotes About Temptation

Boys are like drugs,' her father said, 'just say no.

Strength is the ability to break up a solid piece of chocolate—and then eat just one of the pieces.

Who's there?" "The scratcher of your itch," he said. She opened the door a crack and stuck her nose out. "Was that supposed to be romantic?

Note to self-give serious thought to becoming an alcoholic.

He handed her the other half of his candy bar. She stared at it like it was a brick of gold. I'm on a diet. But she took it. A see-food diet, apparently. I see food and I eat it.

Okay, first of all, I didn't sleep with you to make amends. I slept with you because I wanted to." He still didn't say anything, and she pointed at him again. "And you know what? It was your own damn fault. It was those jeans you wear, and the tool belt. It was the size of your hammer!

When everyone just shook their heads, he unbuttoned his shirt and, oh good Lord, shrugged out of it, bunching it up to slip beneath her head like a pillow. Don't look at him, she told herself. Don't look— She looked. Sweet Jesus.

Matt? Yeah? A barely there sigh escaped her lips. I really want to sleep with you, but... Damn, he said. That was a great sentence right up to the 'but'. -Amy and Matt

I don't want to dig him or his sexy self. But I keep losing my clothes when I'm with him.

Days turn to night. The ocean tide drifts in and out. And I want you, Tara. Damn you, but I do. I always have.

Silence reigned. Well, except for Mallory's thundering heartbeat. She was in an attic loft, flat beneath her Mr. Wrong. Her common sense was screaming flee! But her secret inner bad girl was screaming oh please can't we have him? Just once? -Mallory

A thong. God bless the thong. He hooked his fingers in the silk sides and tugged, rolling the silk down her legs until it hit the floor, his favorite place for panties.

If I ever get the chance to eat you, I promise you'll like it.

This one's good. 'Don't expect a man with a hard-on to be able to think. He doesn't have enough blood to run both heads.' Hmmm. He shot her a wicked grin over his shoulder. I do. Want to see?

Maybe we should go to the gym later and do some crunches or something, Willa said, sounding less than enthused about this propect. Kylie shook her head. My brain just auto-corrected the word crunches to cupcakes...

Look," she said, "apparently you bring out my inner slut. I'm not going to thank you for that." Wyatt smiled that sexy smile of his. "I could make you." She pointed a finger at his nose. And then lowered it so it was pointed at another part of his anatomy entirely. "Don't even think about it." "Oh, I won't," he said silkily. "But you will." And she knew he was right.

He flashed her a smile, and holy mother of God, it was wickedly sexy.

Oh boy. His chest was smooth and warm and hard as stone, and she wanted to both touch and nibble. And lick. Could she pretty please lick?

Maybe man cannot live on chocolate alone, but a woman can.

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.

Hey, heads up. The hottest doctor in town just came by and coerced me into telling him where you were. I folded like a cheap suitcase. Sorry, but he's hard to say no to. Don't be mad. I owe you a cupcake.

At twenty-one, Mark had been long and leanly muscled, not a spare inch on him. Rainey's gaze ran down his thirty-four-year-old body and she had to admit he was even better now. In fact, the only way to improve on that body would be to dip it into chocolate.

He stepped closer. Lily--- No. Stay back, she said, pointing a finger at him. He went still. Why? Because when you come close I do stupid things. Like? Like let you kiss me. Let me? He laughed ruefully. Lily, you just about crawled up my body to get at these lips. She narrowed her eyes. Like I said. Stupid.

Trying to cool his jets, trying to let her stay in charge, he attempted to hold back, but she let out this breathy little whimper like he was the best thing she'd ever tasted.