Quotes About Desire

He kissed like a man who had lived too fast, learned too late, and had finally found the thing he wanted.

That was an accident," Mr. Ravenel said over her head, breathing hard. "Yes," Phoebe said dazedly, "I understand." "The book was falling … I was reaching for it, and … your lips were in the way.

This was getting bloody ridiculous, he thought savagely. If she became any more adorable, endearing, or delectable, something was going to get broken.

By the time he released her mouth, she was limp and passive, all her consciousness focused on the sensations that drew her toward some unknown end. Opening her eyes, Daisy looked at him through a haze of sensuality. "That…that was much improved," she managed to say with dignity. "I'm glad I was able to teach you something.

What about the other guy?" My eyes half closed as I felt the heel of his hand brush the side of my breast. "He's the past," I managed to say. "You're the future." "Damn right I am.

Releasing an explosive breath, Ross went to the chair where Sophia had sat, his fingers coasting over its back and arms. Driven by primal urges, he hunted for any trace of warmth her hands might have left on the wood. He breathed deeply, seeking to absorb a lingering hint of her fragrance. Yes, he thought with purely masculine agitation, he had been celibate for too long.

Querías amor. Ahora lo tienes. Te quiero lo suficiente, mi amor es tan grande como el de una docena de personas. Tal vez haya algo que no estaría dispuesto a hacer por ti, alguna regla o ley que no quebrantaría, pero que me aspen si se me ocurre cuál podría ser.

Algunas personas son separadas por distancias que nunca pueden cruzar. Todo lo que pueden hacer es soñar el uno con el otro durante una eternidad, sin tener jamás lo que más desean.

She huddled against his bare chest, greedily absorbing the heat and scent of him. "Oh, this is dreadful." "Why dreadful?" he asked, smoothing and playing with her curls, his thumb venturing to her temple and grazing the fragile spot. "Because sometimes it's better not to know what one is missing." "Sweet," he whispered, and stole a kiss from her lips. "Sweet... let me stay with you a little longer.

Devon kept his mouth on her, easing the pleasure into relaxation. She summoned just enough strength to reach out and caress his hair. That might have been worth going to hell for, she thought, and didn't realize she had mumbled it aloud until she felt him smile. A

Matthew was the only man who had ever wanted her just as she was.

Tom stopped in his tracks as he saw Cassandra approaching from the opposite end of the hallway. She was unspeakably pretty in a pink velvet dress with pulled-back skirts that followed the shape of her waist and hips. The front hem kicked up in a froth of of white silk ruffles with every footstep. His mouth went dry with excitement. His heart writhed and struggled like some live thing he'd just trapped inside a dresser drawer.

Holly, sweet darling, you can't possibly think I'm going to let you go." He gathered her against him, besieging her with kisses.

Troubled are they who want the world, troubled are they who have it.

Desire," he said, "is always better motivation than fear. Remember that, Quincy.

You believe yourself to be in love with her." "No," Hunt countered in a relaxed manner, "I am in love with her.

he doesn't prefer your kind. There are men with certain appetites that can be fulfilled only by very skilled women, and you...' She paused and viewed Madeline critically. 'Something tells me that your repertoire is extremely limited.' 'I don't even have a repertoire,' Madeline said gloomily.

Marcus closed his eyes and gave a faint, desperate groan. He wanted her. Not merely to bed her—though at the moment that was certainly his uppermost thought—but in other ways as well. He could no longer deny that for the rest of his life, he would measure every other woman against her, and find them all lacking.

Simon had never forgotten the first moment that he had seen her standing outside the panorama, digging through her purse with a little pucker on her forehead. The sun had picked out streaks of gold and champagne in her light brown hair and made her skin glow. There had been something so delicious... so touchable... about her, the velvety skin and shining blue eyes, and the slight frown that he had longed to soothe away.

I want to see your face." "I'll tell you about my face instead. Two eyes, a nose, a mouth..." "A beautiful mouth." His fingertip drifted over her lower lip with a light touch that she could have mistaken for a kiss, had her eyes been closed.

before. The first thing that Sebastian did

She tilted her head back in ecstasy as she felt him cover her neck with kisses and gentle bites. "You're mine," he whispered, riding her faster, his rhythm turning impatient. "You belong to me… Holly… forever." "Yes," she moaned as he drove the sensation to another peak. "Tell me." "I love you, Zachary… oh… I need you so much… only you…

I had hooked up my iPod to the speakers. The air was filled with the raw, sexy purr of Etta James. "The thing that's great about the blues," I told Luke, pausing to sip from my glass of wine, "is that it's about feeling, loving, wanting without the brakes on. No one's brave enough to live that way. Except maybe musicians.

Daca-mi dau voie sa te sarut o data, ar urma inca o data, apoi inca una, si curand n-am mai putea sa ne oprim.