Quotes About Desire

He gathered her against him tightly, chest to chest, hip to hip. She wouldn't have minded staying there forever. "I wanted to do this from the moment I saw you sleeping in my bed," he murmured against her mouth. "I just wanted to shoot you," she said the first thing that popped into her dazed mind.

He kissed her dizzy, then lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed his way down her neck. "Make love to me," she whispered. "Like I'm a full-grown woman." He pulled back to look at her. "As opposed to...?

Do you know what the difference is between men and women when it comes to sex?" he asked when he could form thoughts again. "What?" she inquired weakly. "Women want romance, eye contact, tenderness, a true soul-to-soul collection, the earth to shake, sparks to fly." He opened his eyes at last and looked at her beautiful, flushed face. "Men just want to last long enough not to embarrass themselves.

Take off your boots, please." He set his feet apart and brought his hands to his hips. He let his gaze slide over her with deliberate slowness, not assessing this time, but going for a blatantly male vibe. He clearly couldn't believe he hadn't shut her up yet, and he was now switching to a different tactic. "What else do you want me to take off?

Now how am I supposed to kiss you?" He put himself out there. If she smacked him down, so be it. Instead, the corner of her mouth turned up. "I can be kissed in other places.

I'm through running." "What if I want to chase you around the house naked?" "Maybe." "With handcuffs." "Definitely." "And if I want you to wear your Calamity Jane outfit?

Everything about Derek Daley is delicious. He makes taking out the garbage look delicious. I'm not even kidding. I saw him do it." She fanned herself. "His muscles bunched. It was very erotic. Practically porn.

She stripped out of her bra first, then her panties. "Happy?" "I could be happier.

You can't see it, but you gave me a raging hard-on." "One-track mind." "It's a good track.

As he waited for her, he braced himself for the sight of her, ready to turn out the light as soon as she reached her bed. But when Daniela came in, she wasn't wearing her nightgown. She returned from the bathroom in a bath towel. And then she locked the door behind her and dropped the towel. Drops of water glistened on her naked skin as if she'd been painted with diamonds. "Christ," he breathed.

She growled. He gave her a considering look. "That's almost sexy.

What anger wants, it buys at the price of soul.

His voice still had the rasp of desire as he asked, "If I disappear, will you come and find me?

He knew what he wanted. He wanted Jess safe, and he wanted her back in his arms.

She was hot, he was a man; not being attracted would have been impossible. That gleaming dark hair tempted a man to find out what it would look like released from its tight bun. She had toned, endless legs. Her li8ps were distracting, especially that teasing mole in the corner. She could give a dead monk a boner.

I thought he might kiss me as we sat shivering on the bank of the spring with our clothes soaked through and our feet dangling in the steaming water. We looked into each other's eyes the way I'd always imagined people did right before they leaned in closer and touched lips for the first time. But that was all we did. We looked at each other. Into each other. We were still clutching hands.

Because the truth is, I'm always the guy sitting on the curb. Or on the floor of my room. Or wherever. I'm the one who waits for something that never comes.

I wanted to twinkle underwater like the lights of the city.

He was looking at me, and I wondered whether he could feel how much I wanted to touch him.

I was not boy crazy. Really, I wasn't. But I was lonely, I guess.

Only recently did it dawn on me all the things I will never do: I will never have an apartment in Rome. I will never have another lover. I will never radically change my life again.

The issue isn't, Am I good enough? No. The issue is, Do I not have any other choice? Will and desire don't matter. Ability doesn't matter. Need is the only thing that matters.

I'm going to kiss you . . . everywhere. I'm going to kiss you until you swoon with pleasure, until you melt like sugar beneath my lips, until you cry out my name in the throes of passion. I am in love with you, Pirate Queen, whether or not you believe in the notion.

He feared her, desired her, thought he'd very well kill any man who dared look twice at her, and here she was, expecting him to walk her home, as though he were a — a goddamned gentleman or something. Didn't she know the only one from whom she needed protection was him?