Quotes About Desire

This is what you learned in college: A man desires the satisfaction of his desire; a woman desires the condition of desiring.

La sua premura è una goccia d'acqua, però, incapace di riempire l'oceano di vuoto che ho nel cuore.

Estamos juntos solo porque queremos; es una relación que no está basada ni en un pasado común ni en promesas de futuro que quizá no podamos cumplir. La parte de mí que tal vez habría deseado algo más de un hombre murió el día que me fui de Berlín.

Sometimes, like after recently learning about Margot, it is easy to despise him. Other times, though, when we lay in the dark and his uniform is gone, he is just a man who brings me pleasure and comfort. I can almost forget who he is, who we both are. Almost.

Sophie hadn't tought an erect penis would be so big. Or so hard. Or so silky. "I thought it would be like a hot-dog.

I wish Darcangelo were here. He'd fucking hate this.

I know from experience that females need a certain amount of chocolate. We have two of them in the house. I don't want them growing restless.

Yeah, he'd been trained to be good with details, but once his dick started working, his brain generally shifted to standby.

How do you feel?" Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed. "Like I want you to kiss me again." And _that_ was the invitation he'd been waiting for.

He wanted to taste nothing unless it was the sweetness of her mouth, the musk of her arousal, the salt of her tears, wanted to touch nothing unless it was the silk of her hair, her soft curves, wanted to breathe nothing unless it had come from her lungs.

I want to undress you." "I haven't touched a man since...since you.

She had no idea how she was supposed to act, no idea how to feel. Julian had just made incredible love to her, but he wasn't *in love* with her. He'd stamped himself forever on her--body, heart, and soul--but a year from now he probably wouldn't remember who she was. He'd rocked her world, and yet he was only temporarily a part of it. What was a woman supposed to say? "Thanks, stud"?

I'm not like him, Kara. Whoever he is, I'm not like him." She ran a hand over his chest, with its mat of golden curls and teased one flat brown nipple, desire already running hot in her veins. "No. No you're not.

Making love with you is even more wonderful than making music." He drew her closer. "Och, Sarah, you _are_ my music.

He ached to touch her, to kiss her, but she hadn't asked him to do either - yet. He'd rather eat his own balls than ruin this for her.

This book is dedicated to all the women—and men—who know that the human desire for romance, love, and sexual passion has nothing to do with age.

You need a man, Kara. A man you can open up to. A man whose passion for life matches yours. A man who grabs your hair in big fistfuls and twists and pulls it when he's fucking you. A man willing to walk wire for you.

He leaned against the refrigerator, crossed his arms over his chest, and watched as she bustled about, her delicious ass doing things for his underwear that Calvin Klein couldn't possibly have envisioned.

She missed his voice, the music he played on his guitar, the sound of his laughter. And sex. yes, she missed that, too. Having the evenings and weekends free to whatever she wanted--something she had once cherished about being single--wasn't nearly as satisfying as doing those things with Javier. But that's what it meant to love a military man.

I promise not to kiss you again. However, if you kiss me first, I will kiss you back. I think that's only fair, don't you?

He wanted to tell her that if it were simply a matter of crossing the river Styx and trading places with Beau, he'd be gone in a heartbeat.

God, Lexi, you are so beautiful, so beautiful to me. I want you… I need…

I would think myself in hell but for the sight of you, lass.

Hot, a badass climber, and a firefighter. I think my panties just melted.