Quotes About Desire

His smile was bright and sweet and hot enough to melt solid steel. Is this the part where I kiss you? If you like. Oh, he said, I like.

Myrnin froze, staring at her. He really was amazing, she thought; when he had that light in his eyes, it was possible to see past the crazy behavior and clothing chaos and recognize him as just…beautiful. The longing in his face was breathtaking.

As I was smoothing on the last handful across the top of my thigh, I noticed I had company. Lewus was standing there watching me, eyes half-closed but not in the least sleepy. He'd put on his blue jeans, but nothing else... very sexy. I couldn't help but take in the view.

His gaze brushed over her, abstract and hungry. You burn so very brightly, you know Yeah, she muttered. You said.

Cliare: You know what? I need you right now. Shane:Now? Claire: Right now. Shane: Oh, that's so exactly what I was going to say. *dropping C. to the bed.* Claire: Jinxies

That is disgusting, and I will never kiss you again. Yes, you will, he said, and proved by pressing his lips to hers. She wanted to squirm away, just to prove the point but God, she loved kissing him.

Bite your tongue. My boyfriend is a rock god,baby.

But the Library still held everything he'd ever wanted, too. All the knowledge in the world, right at his fingertips

Damn, there goes my chance for some hot sexy talk.

Shane kissed her one more time, lightly and softly, and fluffed her hair back from her face. "To be continued," he said. "I hate cliff-hangers." "Blame Eve.

Bite Me!-Shane Collins to Eve Rosser. The Morganville Vampire Series

You're their little girl," Shane said. "You know, when I think about it, I'd feel the same way about my own daughter." "You would?" There was something deliciously warm about the fact that he wasn't afraid to say that to her. "So," she said, with an effort at being casual that was probably all too obvious. "You want to have a daughter, then?" He kissed the top of her head. "Hit the brakes, girl.

As he was bringing his hands up her sides, his fingers just barely brushed the outer curve of her breasts, and she gasped into his mouth. Shane immediately sat her upright, and moved to the other end of the couch. His face was flushed; his eyes were bright and no longer looked even a little bit tired. "No,'" he said, and held out his hand like a traffic cop when she tried to scoot closer. "Red flag. If you make that sound again, we are in trouble. Or I am, anyway.

Because Oliver wants you, and what Oliver wants, Oliver gets, right? So get your sweet little butt up already." "Hey," Shane said, and stood up. "I'm not telling you again, Jase. Stop." "What, because I said she had a sweet little butt? You don't think she does? Hard to believe, since you spend so much time staring at it.

I need to be a vampire, she said. and I want one of them to make it happen. Michael will do fine. I don't care who turns me. The important thing is that if I change, I'll be a princess. I was wrong. She was really crazy.

Of course. What else? Why can't any of you guys ever come up with something that uses chocolate?

That, Claire thought, was a pretty good definition of love: needing someone even after you got what you thought you wanted.

I so want his wardrobe,' Eve sighed. 'Is that shallow, or just strange?' 'Don't sell yourself short. It's both.' Shane said.

It's a guy thing. We have reactions to women in tight leather with whips. It's sort of involuntary.

Jess knew what he was looking at, because he'd felt it. Love, and the pain of knowing that love wouldn't be enough.

bodies are stupid; they just want to be loved.

All she wanted to do was sleep. She'd have taken a ride with Satan in his big red handbasket if it had helped her get off her feet for a few minutes.

Some, perhaps, would fall by the way. Some, old or sick, would drop out of the caravan and creep away into a solitary place to die; others would be picked off by gunners, defying the law for the fancied pleasure of stopping in full flight a brave and fiercely burning life; still others, perhaps, would fall in exhaustion into the sea...In them burned one more the fever of migration, consuming with its fires all other desires and passions.

There. I've said everything I wanted to say without actually having to use the words please stay