Quotes About Desire

it was like a freight train, hitting hard and fast, and in her entire life she'd never felt anything like it. It was as if he'd climbed inside her body, knew what she wanted before she wanted it, and knew how to give it to her. It was like being lost and coming home.

Unable to help herself, she cupped

She wanted...stability. Riggs was never going to be that guy. She just needed to remember that. Shaking her head, she locked up and went down the hall. She needed a hot shower, an orgasm, and sleep, and she didn't need a man for any of it.

After high school, he'd purposefully gone for the sweet, girl-next-door type, because it would never last. Not when deep deep down he craved the edgy, tough, would-take-on-the-world-if-she-had-to type.

What is it you want?" he asked softly. Anything.

He rocked her against him. No idea what I'm going to do with you. She didn't know what he was going to do with her either, but she hoped it was good.

Where? Where do you want me to kiss you, Lilah? She shivered at the thought of where she wanted his mouth, but he pulled free to look at her, waiting for her answer. Everywhere, she managed.

Only one condom, he reminded her. We used the other a few hours ago. We'll have to get creative. Thank God. He was good at creative. Really, really good.

What drew her into O'Riley's like a bee to honey was the six-foot, broad-shouldered, dark eyes, dark smile of Finn O'Riley himself.

She was thinking of his mouth on hers. Which seemed only fair since he'd given a lot of thought to the same thing. "'Night," she whispered. "Night," he whispered back. And yet neither of them moved.

Finn was different. And he was different because she wanted him in her life in a way she hadn't wanted anyone for a very long time. Maybe ever.

All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt.

He regretted nothing. Not the way she'd felt in his arms and not the way he'd felt in hers.

you think they let you have sex in the old people's home?" Lucille asked Callie. "Because I'd really miss it.

He was just drifting off when he heard her soft whisper. Cooper? Still here. Maybe she'd changed her mind about the sheet. The thought made his body twitch. Yeah, she was going to toss that damn thing aside and roll toward him. She'd wrap that hot little bod tight to his, and he'd --- Thank you. Breanne said very quietly. He blinked. Thank you? He slid his hand down to cup himself. Still hard. Nope, he hadn't missed anything...

Yes. This. It was just what she needed, because here, held by him like this, her guilt, her regret, her fears . . . all of it gave way to this heady, languid sensation of being desired and she didn't want it to stop. Any of it.

If I call him back here, Cooper whispered in her ear, will you crawl up my body again?

I wasn't finished with you, Pru," he said softly. "I had plans." Oh boy. "Maybe I had plans, too." "Yeah?" Closing the gap between them, one of his hands went to her hip, the other slid up her back to anchor her to him. "Tell me. Tell me slowly and in great detail.

You sure about that? he asked. Because it feels pretty fucking real when I'm buried inside you.

If she'd thought the oncoming storm outside was crazy, it was nothing compared to what happened between her and Finn every time they so much as looked at each other.

Brownies and a condom.

If she hadn't been sitting, her knees wouldn't have held her up, because he kissed away her annoyance, her good sense, any ability to think, everything.

Emotionally detach, she ordered herself, no matter that he smells good and has a body you want to lick like an ice cream cone.

Damn bottle of Jack… She'd kissed her boss's son. And she'd liked it.