Quotes About Desire

Chloe put aside worries about her job, her life, and turned to face him. Sex can't be the answer to everything, she said as she draped her arms around his strong neck. He bent his head to hers. For now, it can, he said and kissed her.

He's thought he was willing to do anything in order to get what he wanted, what was right for his kind. He'd been certain any sacrifice was possible. He'd been wrong.

Love! Who ever said that love made the world go round? Love was a killing pain, an addiction that had to be fed; yet even in her pain she knew that she wouldn't have it any other way.

She didn't want to handle him. She didn't want anything to do with him - this man with his cold, intense eyes and clipped speech, this stranger, this Yankee. He made her feel like a rabbit facing a cobra: terrified, but fascinated at the same time. He tried to hide his ruthlessness behind smooth, cosmopolitan manners, but Evie had no doubts about the real nature of the man. He wanted her. He intended to have her. And he wouldn't care if he destroyed her in the taking.

I have a blanket behind the seat, a thick wool one. We can cuddle on the bleachers, and with the blanket wrapped around us no one will know if I sneak a feel every now and then." "I'll know." "God, I hope so. If you don't, then I've either lost my touch or my aim.

Lily stepped back to admit him, her gaze catching on the chocolates again. It was Caleb's aim to make her look at him just the way she was looking at that red satin box. He extended the candy and knew by the pleasure in her eyes that she'd received few gifts in her life. And for one insensible, fevered moment Caleb wanted to give her everything. He wanted to drag the world to her feet and make it bow.

Caleb resisted an urge to go back to Fort Deveraux, snatch Lily up, and take her with him to Spokane. If she was at his side, no one would hurt her—he'd see to that.

Love is like a fire, he decided. You could try to control it, but it wasn't always possible. Sometimes the flames burned you and sometimes they just warmed you from the inside out.

I hate you, Caleb Halliday," she vowed. He kissed her lightly, and she caught the spicy female scent of her own body. "Of course you do, darling," he said, propelling her toward the Tibbets' front gate. "And what happened tonight is never going to happen again!" "Wrong," Caleb said confidently. "It's going to happen thousands of times, in thousands of different places." Before

Caleb rolled over and slid down to kiss her belly. He seemed to love touching it now that it was rounding with his child. "You know, as soon as you get over having this baby, I think we ought to start another one." Lily sighed. "I have no doubt that we will." He

There's a baby inside you right now," he said, leaning forward to trace her collarbone with kisses as Emma gave in and let her hips move of their own accord. "And as soon as you're over having this one, I'm going to put another in you, Emma. And then another. I'm going to have you morning, noon, and night—" "Ooooh," Emma groaned helplessly, as he cut off his own words by closing his mouth over one of her nipples.

He caught her cheeks in his hands and kissed her roughly, for they were both savages in those moments, and his tongue swept her mouth and her lips before he moaned, "My beautiful, blue-eyed tigress—" Emma

He kissed the soft expanse of her neck. "Don't be ashamed, tigress," he whispered. "There's never been anything more beautiful than a woman willingly surrendering her body to a man." There

He sat up in bed, wishing Lily was there. He wouldn't even have needed to touch her, just watching her sleep would have soothed him. Caleb shoved the splayed fingers of his right hand through his hair. He had to go home to Fox Chapel, face Joss, take his place in the family again. He wanted his share of the land and the horses. And he wanted Lily at his side, now and forever. Sweating

If you marry the wrong man," Steven warned, in a voice all the more ominous because of its quietness, "you'll regret it into your old age. You'll never pass a day—or a night—without remembering how it was when we made love in a field of daisies, and wishing to God it could be that way with him. But it won't be, Emma—no matter how hard you wish." She

He ached, not just to have her beneath him, but to have her beside him. He wanted to tell her why he needed to go home and face Joss, why he was tired of the army, why he wanted sons and daughters. He wanted her to hold him in her arms and tell him that everything would be all right, that they would work out all their differences and learn to live together in peace. It

He's never made you feel like a woman," he said, with insultingly accurate perception. "You're as luscious as a ripe peach, and the fool's left you on the vine. To my way of thinking, that makes him an oddity, like the mummified Indian I saw once.

She could literally feel the heat of his body; they were inches apart. She inhaled deeply, his masculine scent mixed with dust and sweat. Heat tore down through her and she gazed up into those gray eyes that studied her in the building silence. He wanted her. The thought was shocking. What was more shocking and disconcerting to Shiloh was she wanted him!

Frowning, Shiloh forced herself to look up at him. Roan deserved her courage, not her cowardice. "You wanted to kiss me." "I still do.

You know nothing about me, Falco, she muttered in a low voice. I whipped back, more intensely than I meant, But oh my soul, I wanted to find out!

Si una mujer con el aspecto de la Venus de Praxíteles se hubiese apeado de una fuente para sentarse en mi regazo, ataviada un par de sandalias de fantasía y una sonrisa, la habría apartado y me habría alejado para rumiar a solas.

I could stay in every night for the rest of my life and my mother still wouldn't be happy. In fact, maybe she'd be better off if I finally did go out and meet a grand demise. Get the waiting game over with. Because, as my mother will tell you, there are worse things than having your daughter abducted. There's getting her back and realizing you've lost her after all.

Sometimes fear is like that: It leaves you with nothing but the desire for it to be done.

You can be in love and still feel incredibly lonely. You can have everything you ever wanted, only to realize that you wanted all the wrong things. You can have a husband as smart and sexy and compassionate as mine, and yet not really have him at all.