Quotes About Connection

Devon kept his mouth on her, easing the pleasure into relaxation. She summoned just enough strength to reach out and caress his hair. That might have been worth going to hell for, she thought, and didn't realize she had mumbled it aloud until she felt him smile. A

Matthew was the only man who had ever wanted her just as she was.

Holly, sweet darling, you can't possibly think I'm going to let you go." He gathered her against him, besieging her with kisses.

You believe yourself to be in love with her." "No," Hunt countered in a relaxed manner, "I am in love with her.

You fascinate me in every way," Harry whispered, his hand playing gently in her hair. "There are mysteries in your soul that will take a lifetime to uncover . . . and I want to know every one of them.

Are you going to cry, Mr. Bronson?" the child asked in concern, coming to stand beside his knees, staring into his downturned face. He managed to smile at her. "Just a little on the inside," he said raspily. He felt her little hand on his cheek, and he held utterly still as she kissed him on the nose.

I want to see your face." "I'll tell you about my face instead. Two eyes, a nose, a mouth..." "A beautiful mouth." His fingertip drifted over her lower lip with a light touch that she could have mistaken for a kiss, had her eyes been closed.

I was so proud of you today," she said, smiling down at him. "And perhaps a tiny bit smug that with all the women swooning and sighing over you, I'm the one you went home with." Arching a brow, Christopher asked, "Only a tiny bit smug?" "Oh, very well. Enormously smug.

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I regret something as well," Holly said quietly. "What I told you… that you were unable to love… I was wrong. I only said it because I was upset. I have no doubt that somebody you will indeed lose your heart to someone, although I can't imagine to whom." You, he thought with an inescapable stab of longing. You. Couldn't she see it? Or did she assume she was merely the target of his random lust, and no more special to him than any other woman?

Do you have information regarding his whereabouts, Mr. Severin?" she asked unsteadily. Tom looked directly at her then, the nonchalant mask temporarily falling away. His intense, searching gaze somehow burned through the numbness of the past twenty-four hours. "No, sweetheart," he said gently, as if there where no one else in the room. The deliberate endearment caused a few breaths to catch audibly, including hers.

She heard him murmur her name, and then, to her utter astonishment, she saw him sink to his knees and felt his huge hands clutching the folds of silk at her hips. He buried his face against her midriff like an exhausted child. Shocked, Holly reached down to his dark hair. The thick, slightly curling strands were damp against her fingertips, and she stroked them lovingly. "Darling," she whispered over and over, touching the hot nape of his neck.

She tilted her head back in ecstasy as she felt him cover her neck with kisses and gentle bites. "You're mine," he whispered, riding her faster, his rhythm turning impatient. "You belong to me… Holly… forever." "Yes," she moaned as he drove the sensation to another peak. "Tell me." "I love you, Zachary… oh… I need you so much… only you…

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

I've been with Dane for four years," I managed to say. "He understands me in a way you don't." "I can learn you." -Ella & Jack

Daca-mi dau voie sa te sarut o data, ar urma inca o data, apoi inca una, si curand n-am mai putea sa ne oprim.

You let him touch you," Todd observed idly. My eyes widened. "I do not." "Yes you do. Just little touches here and there. He puts his hand on your arm or back, he stands close to you, getting you used to him . . . it's a mating ritual. Like March of the Penguins." "It has nothing to do with mating rituals. It's a Texas thing. People are touchy-feely here.

One glance was all it took to refute Gabriel's earlier speculation that Trenear had married her for financial gain. Or at least, she couldn't have been the only reason. She was a lovely woman, delicately feline, with tip-tilted brown eyes. The way her ruddy curls tried to spring free of their pins reminded him of his mother and older sister.

Cuando sus dedos se entrelazaron, Pandora supo que a pesar de lo lista que era la doctora Garrett, estaba equivocada sobre una cosa. Había magia en el mundo, y era perceptible cada día, poseía la misma fuerza que movía las mareas y hacía palpitar el corazón del hombre.

He kissed her as if he could breathe her in. Fierce kisses, hard ones, teasingly articulate ones, soft enticing ones, kisses to light bonfires and fill the sky and hold the stars aloft.

The feel of her, soft and small and alive, caused him to groan with tortured relief. His hands raked over her, his mouth dragging hungrily over her hair, skin, clothes, as if he would devour her whole. "Grant," she gasped, flinching from the force of his kisses. He gave an animal growl of pleasure and need, crushing his lips hard over hers.

There was a new, wondering note in his voice as he said, "Kiss me again." "No, I'll hurt you. I'm leaning on your leg." "That's not my leg," came his roguish reply, making her laugh. "You perverse man.

All the fires of hell could burn for a thousand years and it wouldn't equal what I feel for you in one minute of the day.

After one last luxurious inhalation of her scent, Devon released her slowly, knowing that for the rest of his life, a single breath of a rose would bring him back to this moment.