Quotes About Temptation

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Okay, would you like pizza?" "I don't think you deserve my company but I feel sorry for you so I'll say yes." "God help me," he said, half under his breath.

He nods. "My mum has one just the same and you have no idea how disturbing it is that it's turning me on.

Despite the voice in his head that says he doesn't want anything that's owed to his father, Tom can't wait to get his hands on it. "Just take it. Hit your old man over the head with it. You're dying to.

She told him that from this angle the treetops looked like cauliflower and she had once heard them beckon her to jump, promising her that if she did, they'd bounce her back in the air again. Some days, like today, he was petrified she'd listen to them.

But it's the look in his eyes that I can't help responding to, and I think to myself, forget the girlfriend. Just go for it. And I want to. But his girlfriend is there, a smiler, not a grinner.

The moment he sees a glimpse of underwear, he will be officially in Sicko Land and he will be forced to make some kind of noise. Flushing, coughing, heavy footsteps. Talk to himself out loud. The moment he sees anything that in anyway will be considered a sexual act between. . . "Stani, the bins are done!" he yells out.

But I want to give in to it sometimes

You smell like a bar," he said. I thought, You smell like a library. But I wanted to have sex right then, so I said, "You smell like a poem.

And he smiled at her, truely smiled- wicked and lovely...

She stood in his kitchen, watching him toy with the ring in his lip. It wasn't quite that he was biting it, but sucking it into his mouth. He did that when he was concentrating. It isn't sexy. He's not sexy. But he was, and she was staring at him like a fool. "wow" she whispered (.....)"Wow, huh?" His voice was low, husky. His chair creaked as he stood. His footsteps seemed strangely loud as he closed the couple yards between them. Then he was beside her. "I can work with wow

He looked good, like sin in a suit.

I need to check in with Seth before I--" he burrowed his face into the side of her neck, his breath almost painfully warm on her throat--"give in to my unconscionable desire to put my hands on you properly.

Images cluttered the pages, but one tattoo set her nerves on edge; inky black eyes surrounded by wings likes shadows coalescing. Mine. The thought, the need, the reaction was overpowering. Leslie looked up. "This one." she said. "I need this one. But the image is more than just tempting art, and it draws her into a world of shadows and desire- into the world of Faerie.

They've been stealing mortals away for centuries, but they can't have you.

What can I give you, Aislinn? Shall I weave flowers into your hair?" He opened his hand, letting go of her hair. An iris blossom sat in the palm of his hand. "Shall I bring you necklaces of gold? Delicacies mortals can only dream of? I'll do all those things anyway. Don't waste your wish.

He held her gaze as he lowered his head toward her. He didn't kiss her though--just leaned kissably close and asked, "Will you let me take you in my arms... for a dance, Leslie?

You need to live a little, girl. There's nothing wrong with a little quick love if they're good. I hear he's good.

The dangerous undertone that she'd heard in his voice earlier was nowhere to be heard now, but what was there instead—raw honesty—was even more tempting.

The devil didn't tempt with easy rewards; he tempted with the things one wanted the most.

Her mind flashed odd images—sharks swimming toward her, cars careening out of control in her path, fangs sinking into her skin, shadowy wings curling around her in a caress. Somewhere in her mind she knew she needed to step away from him, but she didn't, couldn't. She'd felt the same way when she'd first seen him: like she'd follow him wherever he wanted. It wasn't a feeling she liked. Irial

Hot, hard and so thick that her fingertips didn't meet when she closed her hand around him.

From the very first, I knew you'd be dangerous to me. I should have run." "I'd have caught you.

The first opportunity he got, Rhys was going to shag her blind.

Confounding woman. He wanted to drag her close and kiss her senseless.