Quotes About Desire

Still, there was something he'd wanted to know for some time now, and he found he couldn't deny himself this particular opportunity. Very gently, almost stealthily, he leaned forward and rested the backs of his fingers against Susannah's cheek. He regretted it instantly. For her skin was every bit as soft as he'd dreamed.

He reached out and drew his finger lightly from her ankle right up the curve of her calf. When his finger reached the crook of her knee, he stopped. Astonished to see it there. Silently, a little frantically, he considered excuses: An insect was crawling up your stocking, Susannah. I was checking to see if you were injured, Susannah. I was--- Don't stop. It was her voice. Husky, abstracted. And the words roared like a brushfire over his senses.

Just a little, a voice in his head urged him. He could show her just a little of passion, he reasoned; he could show her gently, skillfully, give her just a taste. Because lord knew what would become of her, and what sort of man would ultimately have the taking of her. He was certain he could give her pleasure, and she deserved that. He was distantly amused, even a little alarmed, at how reason and lust had conspired to make his desire to crawl beneath Susannah Makepeace's skirts seem noble.

As much as I would enjoy inspecting your... rosette more closely, Miss Makepeace--- and the smile spread, becoming that intimating, preternaturally confident smile of the night before, ---I'll forego that pleasure for the moment.

Ah, now, he soothed in his low, easy voice, the way he would a spooked horse or a woman whose bodice he was about to slip lower. It worked a treat. Her pupils dilated in sudden interest, for it was 'that' kind of voice and she was a woman after all. She'd decided he was attractive and pleasant and she visibly softened. When he bothered to use that tone on women they generally did.

When she drew near, the rich musk of him wrapped her again: shaving soap, ale, and that delicious, darker something--- him . It might as well have been opium for what it did to the run of her thoughts.

Why does anyone love anyone?" she said. He shifted on the bench and blew out a breath. "I don't know. I know it's the only thing that makes life bearable. And it's the only thing that makes life unbearable.

She didn't want to need anything, particularly something—or someone—she quite simply couldn't have. Too much had been taken from her already, and she'd had enough of accommodating pain, of straightening her spine, of soldiering on

But you'd sell your soul for it, wouldn't you? For one day of feeling beautiful.

The surgical nurses were right. Theo Buchanan was gorgeous.. and sexy as hell. But none of that should matter. She was his physician, nothing more, nothing less.. His hair was sticking up and he needed a shave, but he was still sexy. There wasn't anything wrong with her noticing that.. unless, of course, he noticed her noticing.

She was the love of his life. "Hell.

It must be sheer hell for you to be cursed with such a pretty boy's face, he drawled. The agony of finding a different woman in your bed every night must wear you thin. I don't know where you get your stamina with this terrible burden you bear. The muscle in Ramsey's jaw flexed, which pleased Brodick considerably. We know you've had as many women in your bed as I have, Ramsey snapped. But I meant what I said. There are more important matters to discuss.

the Scots take what they want when they want it. She also said they have special preferences." "And what might those be?" Beak asked. "Strong horses, fat sheep, and soft women," Mary said. "Horses, sheep, and women?

You don't remember what you said to me when I was inside you? She frowned with concentration while she thought about it. Hurry up?

She let him know how much she liked what he was doing by scoring his back with her nails and crying out with pleasure. "Oh, God." "Nay, lass. Connor.

Come to me Elizabeth. Let me make you mine...

All the man had to do was look at her and her mind turned to lettuce. One kiss and she wilted into his arms.

I'm going to kiss you senseless enough not to notice my attire. -Duncan to Madelyne

You're the most confusing woman," he whispered on a sigh. "God help me, I do love you, though.

what are you doing? making love to you. roll over katie. but we...you're... sure am. we can't.. it's just one night, right? yes. night's not over

It all seemed grossly unfair. He wanted nothing at all to change

It seemed a miracle that any man who loved a woman might be loved by her in return.

She said she didn't want rice. She didn't want anything anymore. Not a thing. But every once in a while she got a faraway look in her eyes and he knew she was thinking of some other place. A better place. Just once, she told him, I'd like to look out the window and see the sea.

Somewhere along the way, I discovered that in the physical act of cooking, especially something complex or plain old hard to handle, dwelled unsuspected reservoirs of arousal both gastronomic and sexual.