Quotes About Desire

I longed to be a flowering branch, the sea in its rocking, an unguessed world. Even now it seems so much as if the body was only the desire of the planet, as if it could turn itself into the universe both together, the same

You see? he asked, his voice softening to a velvety punas he felt her tremble. His warm breath stirred her hair. All I have to do is touch you. It's the same for me, Faith. I don't like this worth a damn, but by God, I want you, and we're going to do something about it.

She felt both relaxed and protected with him, at least from outside forces. Nothing, it seemed, could protect her from him, and tonight she wasn't even certain she wanted to be. Claimed, and mated. She was his, but was he hers? And if he was, what in hell did they do about it? "I don't even know what you want," she said fretfully, beginning to lose herself in rising sensation. "This," he muttered in a dark, rough tone. "You. Everything.

I'm really not hungry," she repeated, lifting the coffee cup and inhaling the fragrant steam before sipping. "Just a few bites," he cajoled, taking his own place beside her. "You need to keep up your strength for tonight." She gave him a heated, slumberous look, remembering her fantasy. "Why? Are you planning something special?" "I suppose I am," he said consideringly. "It's special every time we make love.

I told you, we haven't had sex! It was just a kiss. Like the Viper was just a car, and Mount Everest was just a hill.

He needed a woman. Bad.

By morning, she was raw and sore, and knew walking would be an effort. By morning, she could barely remember what it had been like to not know his body, not to have felt him inside her and held him in her arms and absorbed the power of his thrusts as he came. By morning, she was his.

Pleasure was a siren, luring her to experience more

But never had he felt more enthralled than he was right now, sitting beside Evie on a weathered old dock, with a blazing afternoon sun, almost brutal in its clarity, bathing everything in pure light. Sweat trickled down his back and chest from the steamy heat, and his entire body pulsed with life. Even his fingertips throbbed. It took all of his formidable self-control to prevent himself from pushing her down on the dock and spreading her legs for his entry.

Okay, you're right; she's so hot I could walk on three legs every time I see her. Now you're talkin'. I'll break your back and chop off your legs if you call her. That's my boy!

Just how many pairs of black shoes do you need?" he finally asked, staring at them lined up on the floor. Okay, shoes aren't a laughing matter. I gave him a cool stare. "One pair more than I have." "Then why didn't you get them?" "Because I would still need one pair more than I have.

She'd wanted love, a husband and children, a home filled with laughter and security, the things she'd never had as a child. She'd stopped even dreaming about them, she realized, and that was the saddest thing of all. But then she'd never really had a chance; she'd fallen in love with the one man she couldn't have, and it appeared that she was one of those women who loved on once in their lifetime

You should've come with me. Had fun, lots of fun. The last sentence was deep with sensuality. You don't know what you're missin', Faithie. Then I don't miss it, do I? Faith whispered, and Jodie giggled.

If only gossip weren't so titillating. Sweeney tried to control an avid desire to know more, to dig for all the dirty details. The temptation was great. Dirt was like fat; it made life more delicious.

You can't miss what you've never had.

Do you want me? she whispered, licking him again. She felt very warm, and slightly drunk with her feminine power. Desire was unfurling inside her, opening like a flower. Her breasts throbbed, and she rubbed them against his leg. He gave a strangled laugh, almost undone by her natural sensuality. Look a few inches to your right and tell me what you think.

Mientras tanto, en este lado de la mesa se siente mucha atracción. ¿Qué se siente en el suyo?

Calmly, deliberately, he moved his hands down to her breasts and molded his fingers over them. Jay inhaled sharply, and he said, Easy, easy, as he stroked the soft mounds. Steve, no. But her eyes were closing as warm pleasure built in her, her blood beating slowly and powerfully through her veins. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples and she quivered, her breasts beginning to tighten. You're so soft. His voice roughened even more. God, how I've wanted to touch you. Come here, sweetheart.

She whimpered softly into his mouth. We can't, she cried, desperation and desire tearing her apart. The hell we can't, he rasped, taking her hand and moving it down his body to where his flesh strained at the fabric of his pants. Her fingers jerked at the contact: then a spasm of pain crossed her pale face, and her hand lingered involuntarily, exploring the dimensions of his arousal. He caught his breath. Jay, baby, don't' stop me now!

Her lips parted slightly in a smile so female it took his breath away, and her deep blue eyes beckoned him, dared him. Once again her hips lifted. What are you waiting for? she breathed. For you, he answered, and even as he lost himself in the mindless ecstasy of making love to her, the truth of that remained. He'd waited for her forever.

Sudden, hell. I've been hard for two months.

Do you want romantic? I can try. I'm more of a see-it, want-it, go-for-it type of guy, and I did: see you, want you, go for you." Her

If flying meant that much to him, how had it felt to set himself a course that would deny him what he wanted most?

Lady, what you do to me is almost criminal," he groaned in a shaky voice. An odd tightening in her breasts made her close her eyes. "I've got to go," she said weakly, but for the life of her she couldn't make herself move. "No, don't go," he pleaded. "Let me touch you… my God, I've got to touch you!