Quotes About Connection

His hat nudged her forehead, tipping back as he deepened the kiss and drew her closer. His jaw was rough against her palm, and she savored the feel of it before slipping her fingers through the soft waves at his nape and straight up through the back of his hair. His hat hit the ground. "Abby . . ." he whispered. It was a plea, and she gladly answered it with her mouth. She loved the raspy drawl of her shortened name on his lips.

He tasted like chocolate, smelled like heaven, and felt like home. How

Two more days?" "Eager to see me go?" That knowing grin. He did things to her insides, and he knew it.

Fog plumed in front of his face with each breath, and his blue eyes sparkled under the lighting. A fat flake landed on his eyelashes. Layla unconsciously reached out and wiped it away with her gloved thumb. The look in his eyes shifted. She couldn't break away from his gaze. His hand tightened around hers. Suddenly she felt warm. Too many layers. She needed to ditch the scarf. Maybe the coat. What was wrong with her?

And then he was gone. Gone in so many ways. Not just lost in the moment, but lost in Abigail. She'd come into his home and found her way into his boarded-up heart. She'd pulled off the sheets, dusted the corridors, and let the sun in again. It felt good. He felt alive. She made him feel alive.

Her thoughts flashed back to earlier this morning, when he'd pulled her into the darkness of the back staircase and kissed her socks off. Even now her heart fluttered like butterfly wings. Meridith

He leaned in, and she came to him willingly. She was soft and pliable. She touched the hair at his nape, and he shivered. He pulled her closer, and she fit like a missing puzzle piece, right into his chest. Right into his heart.

She heard Jake greeting Noelle, heard a bag rattle as he set it on the island, felt his breath on her neck. "Hello, beautiful." "Shhhh." He kissed her neck, then turned to empty the contents of his bag just in time for Noelle's entry. Meridith unwrapped the salad. "Did they have everything you need?" she asked Jake. He caught her eye. "Almost," he said, winking. Meridith's

Know what you do to me, city girl?" The question seemed to ease her mind. The corner of her lips curled up. "Good to know.

Wade pulled his gaze from hers before he got stuck there again, then retrieved his hat from where it had fallen. He set it on Abigail's head and looked at her appreciatively. She made one heck of a cowgirl. "You were born to wear that thing." "A little big." He gazed at her face, loving the planes and curves that were becoming so familiar. "Fits just right.

His eyes drifted to hers again. It was all she could do to hold his gaze. He had a way of looking at her that made her feel like he was seeing all the way inside. She hadn't seen that gaze since the summer they painted sets at the community theater. She'd liked it then. Now, not so much.

She stared into his eyes. He had a way of catching her completely off guard. Always had. Even back when they'd been friends, back before she and Jack had gotten together.

What's going on behind those green eyes?" "So much." "Tell me." It

She met his eyes, and he thought for the millionth time that God had invented that shade of green just for her.

He cupped her face, his eyes mingling with hers. "Stay," he whispered. "Please." She could deny him nothing when he looked at her that way. When he spoke to her that way. They'd stay for a week. Just one more week. What would it hurt?

I missed you most of all, you know," he said. "You were my best friend.

Abigail's foot caught on something and she stumbled, pitching forward. Dylan, who was closer, reached out and caught her. Abigail straightened, her eyes averted. "Sorry," she said, pulling away from him. "You can fall into my arms anytime you like." Dylan winked.

His lips began moving with the lyrics. Every long-lost dream . . . He was singing them to her, and she wanted to believe he meant them. Believe he felt the way the song's writer had, that the other women had only been a sign pointing him back to her.

There was warmth and affection in his gaze. A tender caring that made her want to stretch toward him like a sunflower reaching toward the sun's heat.

It was kind of cool. That God cared so much about both of them. That He took two hurts and spread His healing touch over both of them with one simple stroke.

I love how books can transport you to another place. You get caught up in the characters' lives, and they become your friends. I guess I want to share my love of reading with others.

His heart stirred with a yearning desire. Desire to protect her, desire to hold her and love her.

Since Stephen had arrived, Jake had gone over and over the way Meridith had greeted him. The way he'd greeted her, with an apathetic kiss and a tame hello. If it had been him, missing his woman for weeks, he'd have swept her into his arms and kissed her until they were both breathless. He didn't get it. Movement

His locked on hers, steady and intense. 'That was your last first kiss, Josephine Duprey,' he said softly.