Quotes About Desire

Days turn to night. The ocean tide drifts in and out. And I want you, Tara. Damn you, but I do. I always have.

He shouldn't be inclined. Mallory Quinn was sweet, warm, and caring. She was a white picket fence and two-point-four kids. She was a diamond ring. She was someone's keeper. Not his. Never his. He didn't do keepers. And yet in that beat, with her mouth close to his, a smile in her eyes, he... ached. He ached and yearned for something. Someone. He wanted to wrap his arms around a woman, this woman, and lose himself in her.

Matt? Yeah? You okay? Working on it. His voice sounded unusually tight. I thought you said you did this a lot. Yeah. I do. But apparently not with anyone I'm wildly attracted to. This caused certain reactions in her body that were best not experienced in mixed company. It's just panties, she finally whispered. And they're really great panties, Matt agreed. But it's not the panties, Amy. It's you.

Silence reigned. Well, except for Mallory's thundering heartbeat. She was in an attic loft, flat beneath her Mr. Wrong. Her common sense was screaming flee! But her secret inner bad girl was screaming oh please can't we have him? Just once? -Mallory

Heat skittered through her belly, then directly south. "Sawyer." In answer, he brought his head up and kissed her. Deep, hungry, tasting her in a purposely slow, thorough manner before pulling back to once again look into her eyes. Oh, God. "Sawyer, what are we doing?" she whispered. He shook his head. "No f#cking clue.

A thong. God bless the thong. He hooked his fingers in the silk sides and tugged, rolling the silk down her legs until it hit the floor, his favorite place for panties.

If I ever get the chance to eat you, I promise you'll like it.

This one's good. 'Don't expect a man with a hard-on to be able to think. He doesn't have enough blood to run both heads.' Hmmm. He shot her a wicked grin over his shoulder. I do. Want to see?

She had no idea how long they kissed—and kissed—but she didn't think about stopping until she ran out of air. Breathing hard, she slowly opened her eyes and stared directly into his. They'd heated. Darkened. And something else. He wasn't looking so relaxed now. In fact, he was looking the opposite of relaxed. He looked…feral. And she was his prey.

He flashed her a smile, and holy mother of God, it was wickedly sexy.

Oh boy. His chest was smooth and warm and hard as stone, and she wanted to both touch and nibble. And lick. Could she pretty please lick?

She didn't understand it, but everything about him reminded her that she was a woman.

Maybe man cannot live on chocolate alone, but a woman can.

I'm never going to get tired of finding you looking at me that way. Like you have to have me right now." She laughed, then looked around to make sure Leah wasn't too close. "I just had you," she whispered…

All my life, you've been my Almost. He softened slightly, his gaze touching over the features of her face as if memorizing her. I want you, Leah. I've always wanted you. But wanting isn't enough. You have to fight for it too, and you're not going to.

Stress wouldn't be so hard to take if it were chocolate covered.

At twenty-one, Mark had been long and leanly muscled, not a spare inch on him. Rainey's gaze ran down his thirty-four-year-old body and she had to admit he was even better now. In fact, the only way to improve on that body would be to dip it into chocolate.

Give me," she said. "Don't you mean please give me?" "You want me to beg?" That smile spread slightly. "Nah. I just heard you beg plenty." "I did not beg." But she had. She so had. Still grinning, still naked, he pulled her against him and pressed his mouth to her shoulder. "My panties, Mark.

Still mad," she gasped. He covered one of her fists with his hand, entwining their fingers, while his other slipped beneath her, stroking her where they were joined, slowly driving her straight to heaven without a seat belt. "Then I should stop.

But even though she's started the game in the first place, she no longer wanted to play. Somewhere along the way, her heart had flipped on her. She could pretend to be a bad girl all she wanted. It was only an illusion. The truth was, she needed more than sex. And that really pissed her off about herself.

There were some men who just knew how to kiss, the kind of kiss that could send a woman reeling. The kind of kiss that could take away problems and awareness and … and everything. The kind of kiss that could shatter her into a trillion little pieces. The kind of kiss that somehow both calmed her body and soul even as it wound her up for more. Aidan was that kind of kisser.

He stepped closer. Lily--- No. Stay back, she said, pointing a finger at him. He went still. Why? Because when you come close I do stupid things. Like? Like let you kiss me. Let me? He laughed ruefully. Lily, you just about crawled up my body to get at these lips. She narrowed her eyes. Like I said. Stupid.

Trying to cool his jets, trying to let her stay in charge, he attempted to hold back, but she let out this breathy little whimper like he was the best thing she'd ever tasted.

He made it hard for a girl to not fall head over heels.