Quotes About Excitement

Man, he wasn't going to need a stress test anytime soon. If his heart could get through a kiss from her, he could probably run a marathon. While dragging a car behind him. Sideways to the road.

A soooooooooooooooooooooon! I'm having a sooooooooooooooooooooooooon!

Carving? Your name. My back. I can't fucking wait. Jane whistled under her breath. Do I get to do it? He barked a laugh. No! Come on. I'm a surgeon, I'm good with knives.

Uh-huh, uh-huh, ohhhh, yeeeeeeeaaaah, who's your daddy...

Well, wasn't this a night for firsts. Sex. Arson. Pants.

Cuz it sure as hell appeared that his library card was getting stamped tonight.

And he'd cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.

I got to go! Bye!" "You're ammmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaazing—" Click. This time when she put her cell phone back down, she felt as light and frothy as the bubbles in a champagne flute. And a little drunk, too.

He smelled her instantly, and wouldn't you know it, he got a hard-on.

As she hung up on her end, she actually fanned herself with her hand, something she'd assumed people only did in TV commercials and bad sitcoms. And then she couldn't hold it in. Bursting up from her workstation, she ran around her house like a crazy person, making a bizarre kind of eeeee noise as she completed the circuit back to her desk. At which point there might have been some pirouetting.

Murhder- he's coming, people, he's coming (that's what she said)- I just have to fit him in (that's also what she-) Okay, that escalated quickly....

Well, wasn't this a night for firsts. Sex. Arson. Pants.

Wrath…" Her hand settled on his erection. "Oh, fuck…" His hips jacked forward, his lower back going tight. She laughed softly. "Your language of love does a trucker proud.

Be bolder. Think bigger. Come on, there has to be somewhere exciting. The Taj Mahal, Paris—" "We can't go to Paris." "Says who?" "Ahh . . ." "Never met Ahhh, don't know him, don't care how big he is—if he's standing in our way? I'ma murder the son of a bitch." "You are so adorable.

You might as well stand over here with me by the window. If shit gets critical, we can Hollywood-stuntman it out of the line of fire.

Ants under the skin. As Rhage transferred his weight from one shitkicker to the other, he felt like his bloodstream had come to a soft boil and the bubbles were tickling the underside of every fucking square inch of his flesh.

Shut the front door!

There was nothing that can make Gray Preston's motor revving more than a well-running engine, a fast car crossing the finish line in first place, and a hot, willing woman waiting for him at the end of a great day. - One Sweet Ride

Let's go, Evelyn.

But I'm gonna be the one to get you off tonight. More than once.

You make me want to do things I've never done before.

Yes. Oh, hell yes. I love you. Of course I'll marry you.

I have a gift for you. She cocked a brow. Is that right? Yes. It'll require us to get naked. She looped her arm in his as they headed to the bedroom. Is this gift something I've seen before? Well ... maybe. But this gift can always be used in new and unique ways. She tilted her head back and laughed. Best. Gift. Ever.

But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?