Quotes About Seduction

Where? Where do you want me to kiss you, Lilah? She shivered at the thought of where she wanted his mouth, but he pulled free to look at her, waiting for her answer. Everywhere, she managed.

He was just drifting off when he heard her soft whisper. Cooper? Still here. Maybe she'd changed her mind about the sheet. The thought made his body twitch. Yeah, she was going to toss that damn thing aside and roll toward him. She'd wrap that hot little bod tight to his, and he'd --- Thank you. Breanne said very quietly. He blinked. Thank you? He slid his hand down to cup himself. Still hard. Nope, he hadn't missed anything...

If I call him back here, Cooper whispered in her ear, will you crawl up my body again?

I wasn't finished with you, Pru," he said softly. "I had plans." Oh boy. "Maybe I had plans, too." "Yeah?" Closing the gap between them, one of his hands went to her hip, the other slid up her back to anchor her to him. "Tell me. Tell me slowly and in great detail.

I'm ready, she promised. She kissed his jaw and then rubbed her cheek against it, letting out a low hum of arousal at the feel of his stubble on her skin. He had a scent that every single one of her senses responded to. The texture of his skin, the taste of his tongue, the latent strength in his hands - everything about him did it for her. I want this, she said. I want you.

Cupping a cheek in each hand, he lifted her back up to his desk and pressed his hips hard into hers. Her eyes were worried. But people keep coming--- The next person to come is going to be you, he said.

I was seducing shepherdesses when you weren't a twinkle in your great-grandcestor's eyes. I think I know what I'm doing.

Pansy, Murphy sneered. Thomas leered at her. You make my stamen tingle when you talk like that, Sergeant.

One ravishing dark-haired beauty wearing leather pants and strategically applied electrical tape, stared hard at me and, when she saw me looking, licked her lips very, very slowly. She trailed a fingertip over her chin, down across her throat, and down over her sternum and gave me a smile so wicked that it's parents should have sent it to military school.

The venom, she [Susan] said quietly. They call it their Kiss. I guess I can't blame them. It sounds a lot more romantic than 'narcotic drool.

I nodded to her. Then I eyed Maeve. What about you? Holding anything back? I want to take you to my bower, wizard, Maeve said, and licked her lips. I want to do things to you that give you such pleasure your brain bleeds. Uh, I said. Her foxlike smile sharpened. Also, she said, my people are about to attempt to kill you.

The curve of her smile promised things that were probably illegal, and bad for you, and would carry warnings from the Surgeon General, but that you'd still want to do over and over again.

she bowed just low enough to draw the young man's [Daniel Carpenter] eyes to her décolletage. He flushed and looked away sternly. After a second. Tough to blame the kid. I've been a young man. Boobs are near the center of the universe.

Lara [Raith] was gorgeous, brilliant, and sexier than a Swedish bikini team hiking up a mountain of money.

Well. You've got me cornered, don't you? I'm at your mercy. Her lips quirked. She took a drag of her cigarette. And I like a man who just won't stop.

Susan's fingers wandered, and her eyes sparkled. "Your mouth says no," she purred, "but this says yes." I went up on my toes, and swallowed, trying to keep my balance and get her hand off me at the same time. "That thing is always saying something stupid," I told her.

They were donuts of darkness.

What does a woman need to do, Harry? Rip her clothes off, throw herself on top of you, and shimmy while screaming Do me, baby!? - Thomas Raith

If a White Court vampire wants to feed off a human, all she really has to do is crook her finger, and he comes running. There isn't any ominous music. Nobody sparkles. As far as anyone looking on is concerned, a girl winks at a boy and goes off somewhere to make out. Happens every day. They don't get

The Night is young & full of rest I can't describe the way she's dress'd She'll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest.

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

That's what she keeps you around for, to diddle her fiddle. Because you're low-hung and she's high-strung!

Oh, then you must be the religious Left." No, not at all, and the very question is the problem. Just because a religious Right has fashioned itself for political power in one utterly predictable ideological guise does not mean that those who question this political seduction must be their opposite political counterpart.

She has the devil in her eye And holds an angel in her heart. She'll get you wrapped around her little finger And tear your mind a million miles apart. Her kiss is a cup of sunshine.