Quotes About Desire

Have you ever met a man who looked so damn delicious that you wanted to sop him up with a hot buttermilk biscuit and inhale him in one gulp?" "Why, yes, I have," Doris said. That was a shocker. "Really? What happened?" "I married him.

I think we love who we love and there's not a damn thing that can be done about it.

And I want cabana boys named Raoul to rub warm, fragrant oil all over me, from head to toe, all over my throat and chest and my legs and arms. I want—" Theo pushed the chair back on the deck and it made a loud scraping sound. He grabbed Lucy's face and kissed her hard, then rose up and placed her on her feet, taking her hand. "Where are we going, Theo?" "Shh." He stroked her hair as he led her inside. "The name's Raoul.

Light mayonnaise is like masturbation—it approximates the real thing but leaves you unfulfilled, ultimately leading to fantasies about diving face-first into a big-ass jar of the real stuff.

That's the kind of dress that belongs on the floor, all wrinkled up, with the zipper broken and the sleeves torn. That dress isn't right for you at all. In fact, I think you should take it off right now.

He wanted to open her up like a new WalMart.

No voy a enamorarme de ti, cariño. Me importas pero no te amo.

No voy a enamorarme de ti, cariño. No ocurrirá. Me importas pero no te amo

Be quiet, or I swear to God I'll take you right here

But I don't love you, Daisy, and you can't begin to know how sorry I am about that because if I could chose anyone in this world to love, it'd be you.

But even as she told herself that, she remembered the way Cal had looked today with his shirt off while he'd stood on the ladder and scraped the side of Annie's house. Watching those muscles bunch and flex every time he moved had made her crazy and she'd finally grabbed his shirt, thrown it at him, and delivered a stern lecture on the depletion of the ozone layer and skin cancer.

There was something about a man with a shovel, and the sweat on his neck might as well have been chocolate sauce. It wasn't fair. Brains and brawns should be two separate categories, not bundled into one irresistible package. She needed to pull herself together before she went after him with a spoon. But where to start?

He wanted to protect her and fuck her and comfort her and destroy her all at once. The chaos of his emotions coiled around his pain, deepening the agony.

His pacing stopped. The mattress sighed as he sat on the edge. seconds ticked by before he spoke so softly she could barely hear. "Sometimes I want to leave this town so bad I can taste it.

He tunneled his dirty hands through her hair and kissed her breathless. Her neck, her eyes, the corners of her mouth. He kissed her lips as if his life depended on it. Kissed their future into her. All they could have and all they could be.

Annabelle gazed wistfully toward the doorway. "If I could put my brain in her body, the world would be mine for the taking.

He'd lapped at her ankles like a lovesick pup, and she'd been exactly what she was now, a woman born too beautiful and too rich to worry about a small thing like integrity.

It was a bitch living with your old English teacher, especially when your old English teacher wasn't old at all, and he had exactly the kind of body that most appealed to her, tall and lean, broad in the shoulder, narrow at the hip. Then there was his brain. It had taken her a lot of years to find that particular part of a man appealing, but she'd finally gotten in the habit, and she couldn't seem to give it up.

The only reason I kissed you was as a distraction from what I really wanted to do, which was strangle you.

Just looking at you shines sunlight on every moment I live. Before I knew you, I wasn't even alive. I thought I knew what I wanted, but I didn't have any idea. You barged into my life and changed it forever. I love you, I admire you, I lust after you, I adore you...

As she gazed into those cool blue eyes, something strange happened in the vicinity of her middle. She suddenly felt like a hungry woman who had just been presented with a tempting dessert. Her moment of sensory weakness embarrassed her, and she frowned. "Damn, you're pretty," Dallie said softly. "Not half as pretty as you," she snapped, determined to squash whatever strangeness was lurking in the air between them.

Love, I've discovered is a transient emotion best satisfied by a good fuck.

A couple of nights ago I had an erotic dream about Edward Norton.

I can't resist you," he said quietly. "You know that, don't you? And I'm tired of pretending I can." His expression grew more troubled. "But I don't love you, Daisy, and you can't begin to know how sorry I am about that because if I could choose anyone in this world to love it'd be you.