Quotes About Desire

At her touch, he froze. Still turned away from her, he tipped his head back, eyes closed, and said her name in a low, husky, desire-filled whisper.

Pru had gotten under his skin, and like her, he wanted more. So much more. He wanted to know her secrets, the ones that sometimes put those shadows in her eyes. He wanted to know what made her tick. And more than anything, he wanted to taste her again. Every inch of her.

Hope was elusive, and a total bitch.

She had no idea what this odd hyper-awareness of him meant, but she was hoping it was nothing but simple orgasm withdrawal. Because orgasm withdrawal she could handle on her own. Probably. Maybe.

He held up his hand, and in it was... Oh, God. The neon-pink vibrator, glowing in the dark now. It was following her, stalking her, all the way down the yellow brick road to hell.

The kiss was hot and wet and deep and amazing, and by the time he lifted his head from hers, she could hardly remember her point, much less her name.

He could feel her warm breath on his face and the heat of her body just barely touching his and he wanted her with an ache that couldn't be explained.

Okay, then stay so we can have wild, up-against-the-wall sex," he said. Her breath caught. She wasn't even sure what wild-up-against-the-wall sex would feel like, but she had a feeling she'd like it.…

So lost in her he couldn't remember his own name. Only hers…

He already couldn't remember what it'd been like before her. He'd thought everything was great in his life but then he'd been thrown a curve ball in the form of this gorgeous, passionate woman who he suddenly couldn't get enough of. Which made it official. He was hers, completely.

It's crazy…" she whispered against his mouth, "what you do to me." "Tell me," he said. "Tell me what I do to you." "You look at me like I'm the best thing you've seen

So we said we weren't going there," he repeated, and she wasn't sure if it was disappointment or relief when he let her go and turned away. "Actually," she said to his back. His bare back. Tanned. Sleek. Ripped with strength. "You said that we weren't going to go there. Because even though you're leaving and it was so awful, I still want to. Go there, that is.

I'm all sweaty," she said again, even as her hands fisted in his hair. "That's okay," he said silkily, his mouth brushing her temple. "We're going to get even more so.

Some things just are, he said softly against her hair. Day turns to night. Te ocean tide drifts in and out. And I want you, Tara. Damn you, but I do. I always have.

One of life's little mysteries is how a two-pound box of chocolate can make a person gain five pounds. M

She wanted him. She wanted him bad, too. But he seemed more like one of those kind of ideas that sounded really good in the moment, but had the potential to turn out spectacularly bad. Like when she opened a family size bag of chips and then ate the whole thing.

What is it with you and the caveman thing?" she asked. And why, oh why, do I like it so much?

After fighting a brush fire at the base of Cedar Ridge for ten straight hours, Aidan Kincaid had only three things on his mind: sex, pizza, and beer. Given the way the day had gone, he'd gladly take them in any order he could get them.

I can't think in your presence. Why not? Because looking at you is like... She tossed up her hands. It's like walking down the chips and cookie aisle at the grocery store. I can't resist you, and then I'll forget why you're bad for me.

Oh, he wanted to sleep with her. Actually, he wanted to pull off her clothes with his teeth

I get that the proof of my wanting isn't as … evident as yours was, but I'm quite certain you could find it if you searched hard enough.

The thought of you leaving and staying away made me want to drop to my knees," he said. "How's that for someone who doesn't care? It's been three days, twelve hours, and six minutes without you.

She stilled in the early-morning sun and slowly turned to face Parker, who'd followed her out. He wore his clothes with the same ease he'd worn nothing at all. And dammit, she really needed to stop thinking about that.

I'm not annoyed by you," he said. "No?" He smiled. "No." "What are you?" she whispered, still staring at his mouth. "Lots of things." He pulled her up and rubbed his thumb over the stain on her jaw, feeling a surge of satisfaction when her breath caught again. "Including turned on.