Quotes About Desire

What do you think, Ronnie? Do you think we could stop after just one kiss?

And I was thinking with a part of my anatomy that has nothing to do with my brain." Veronica had to laugh at that. "Oh, really?" "Yeah," Joe said. His smile grew softer, his eyes gentler. "My heart." And then he kissed her.

His body against hers, inside hers, that slow slide out and then home again, a miracle. And a miracle. And a miracle and...Hot Targetsuzanne brockmann

He wanted Eden, and he wanted Pinkie, but mostly he wanted Eden, because together they could make their own Pinkie.

So where's my hug.

I wanted to fall in love with you -- a number ten kind of love -- and I pretty much convinced myself that I had. But that was stupid, because love doesn't work that way. You've got to be really lucky to get a ten at first sight. but that's what I wanted with you. - Ken to Savannah.

A good fiction writer can write any character or any story that she wants to write. The importance, IMO, is a burning desire to tell that person's story.

Jane to Cosmo-- So you're thinking, you know, 'WTF, I thought we were going to do the horizontal mambo, and she has /questions/?' But really, I'm just keeping the conversation going until we can get into the bedroom, because I know that as soon as I touch you, I'm going to go up in flames, and I really don't want our first time to be on my office floor. Or on my desk. I mean, how would I ever get anything done again with that kind of vibe coming off of it?

She was going to let him in, going to give him everything he so desperately wanted, and take more form him than he'd probably dreamed he was capable of giving. - Molly to 'Jones'/Grady

Well," she said carefully. "Someday I'd like to get married and have a family, but--" "She does," Tasha informed her uncle. "She's pretty and she makes good sandwiches. You should ask her to marry you.

I love her." Bobby said it aloud, to the door, knowing Wes couldn't hear him over the sound of his own knocking. "I'm in love with Colleen.

I only have to worry about spending the rest of my life wanting someone I can't have.

God, I want her in my life," he said aloud. "What am I going to do, Wes?" No one answered.

And then he stood there, outside her apartment building, watching the lights go on in her apartment, angry and frustrated and dying to be up there with her, and wondering what on earth he was going to do now.

If you want," he told her, "the dog'll go." "I want." "The dog really scares you that much?" She held out her hand, tried to hold it steady but couldn't. "No, I always shake like this.

Was it really called dry humping, if they did it underwater? Probably not. Crying shame that they both had their jeans on, because this was definitely one of those adrenaline-fuelled moments of passion with a total loss of inhibition, where need and desire trumped all reason.

What she wanted was right there, between them, pressed against her stomach—so big and accessible and user-friendly—neatly covered and ready to go.

He was keeping his pants zipped, which actually wasn't as hard as it seemed, even after he'd gone for well over nine months without getting laid.

Savannah, I've been talking my ass off for more than an hour now, telling you shit no one's ever heard anything about, hoping that I'll say something, Jesus God, anything that will convince you to have sex with me.

Do you think," she said, "instead of having sex, we could make love?" "I'd love that," Ken whispered.

No doubt about it, Lawrence Decker was the reason God had invented nakedness.

Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.

You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.

I don't want to lose the boy with the bread.