Contemporary Romance Quotes - Page 26

Innocence invites protection, yet we might be smarter to protect ourselves against it...

What is it you want, Savannah?” His voice was so low it was almost a growl.tShe looked up at his face finally as she licked her lips. He was going to make her say the words – to tell him why she was up here, knocking on his door and ogling him like the world’s greatest treat.t“You,” she said, her voice barely audible.

Every now and then, we change our minds. It's our prerogative. The big secret is" - I leaned in conspiratorially - "sometimes, even we don't know why. There are times after we pick a fight where we're as confused as you are. But there's no way we're admitting it." I shrugged a shoulder, "That's why we have boobs."Jake's eyebrows shot up."See, after we've acted crazy, and the guy's wondering what he's doing with us, we use them to mesmerize him, so he forgets that we're crazy." I shot Jake my most seductive smile and leaned the assets in question against his arm. "And by the way, if you look at my cleavage right now, even though I'm the one talking about it, I'll accuse you of not caring about what I saw and of just treating me like an object."Jake swallowed hard, keeping eye contact with me, though I could tell he was fighting his impulse to look down. A mischievous glint flickered through his eyes. "And treating you like an object would be bad?

I jolt up, a scream lodged in my throat. Drops of sweat roll down my forehead and my throat hurts as if I've been screaming for a long time.

But then he combs his fingers through my hair, starting at the base of my neck, and I shiver with uncontrollable, unexpected pleasure.

The problem with communication…is the illusion that is has been accomplished.

I remember when all you ever talked about was finding a guy and getting married. You'd hog the TV, watching those sappy chick flicks --""Then I grew up and learned why they always end the movie after the guy and girl get together. That's when everything falls apart.

It didn’t take much to turn a man solitary-being the new guy too often, being controversial now and then, a couple of unsuccessful attempts at a lasting relationship with a woman…

He has the body of a professional athlete, chiseled to perfection in all the right places.

He’d found himself intrigued by the way she’d weaved the lives of two very different people together, how she played off their strengths and weakness, how against all odds she brought them together and made it seem believable. Even if it was nothing more than make-believe. She was a talented writer.

I like imagining that he punished his body for me, torturing it into such spectacular shape, hoping that one day I'd be able to appreciate his efforts.

Do I have to give you hair torture to get it out of y

This is me. Despite our long separation, I know you. You may pretend to be fine, but I don't buy it." He stopped her from moving by putting his hands on her shoulders. He pulled her closer to him. She didn't resist that much this time. He slid his arms around her and was surprised when she wrapped her arms around him as well. "I miss you," he whispered in her hair, dropping a light kiss there. She smelled so good. Her scent reminded him of all the things he missed about her. How had he ever been so stupid to let her go?

It's just a kiss, she mentally swore. But kiss was much too simple a word to call the powerful connection that simply rocked her world.

Have you ever had a moment in time when it felt like it moved in slow motion? As if a split second felt like an hour because your mind cannot seem to process in the instant it’s supposed to, and the moment implodes on itself so you can barely breathe, and everything feels like a dream. A slow, heart-wrenching, time-freezing, dream.Well, this was one of those moments for me.

Do you want to play a game?” he asks, his tone rich and dark and sensuous like his chocolate. Every atom in me stands at attention. “What kind of game?”“We’ll call it ‘Sir Says’. The rules are very simple—I give you a command. . . and you obey.

The Milked Duck was empty, save for Dahlia’s two part-timehelpers, but they were all rushing around, anticipating the firstguests for her Risqué Flavor Tasting event any moment now.The up front freezers were stocked with Chocolate Orgasm,Peachy Passion, Sexual Favors, Mikey’s favorite Cherry Popperand more. She had a case of Sin on a Stick treats ready to go and atemporary menu up on the board behind her.

She wore a simple purple long-sleeved turtleneck, but streaks of white across her chest - flour perhaps? - distracted him, made him want to volunteer for cleanup duty.

He’s a man of few words except when it really counts. And when he does, every word has meaning.

The deepest show of love is when you surrender your mind, body and soul to me to use as I please, trusting that when I take you to the brink of my self-control, I'll bring you back more whole than before.

Did you forget a dentist appointment or something, big guy? Where the hell did you hop off to?

Don't. Tell me when, then. And before you say never, take a good look at me and tell me if you see a man who's easily deterred.

Falling in love with you was not happenstance

But your perfectly good bed doesn’t come with a blanket of stars.

So, how’d you get the tattoo?” she said.“Drunken frat boys don’t say no to things their drunken frat brothers are telling them to do.”“That almost sounds like an admission of weakness from the invulnerable Andrew Sheffield.”“Not weakness. Stupidity, maybe. That, I’ll cop to.”“I can’t believe the man behind such a successful business is stupid.”“You’d be surprised. Just as there are different kinds of intelligence, there are different kinds of stupid.

You went to a party, did a keg stand, and got so drunk you forgot half the night. Congrats on this amazing milestone in your life." He squeezed my leg. "What are you gonna do next?""Uh, Disneyland?

You make it sound so simple.It is, for the most part. Love is complicated, it can be downright ugly, but with the two of you it can be nothing but beautiful in the end.

Movement means freedom. That's what life's all about.

There was no substitute for a post-coital cuddle.

She kissed him tonight, just like she had the first time twelve years ago, with everything she had.

She scooted up tighter and kissed him, hearing the stomp and rhythm of lust pulse in her blood. A rhythm as primitive as time.

You have always been home for me, and nothing has been the same without you...

She always thought of Aaron as special not less. He was God’s gift to her, and she wouldn’t trade him for the world.

I'll keep my lips to myself, if that's what you want.

Who are you? Rabbit and Souris call you ‘Alice,’ me and Dee call you ‘Faye.’ I just didn’t know if ‘Alice’ was your poker-playing, Southern Hemisphere name or what. Hey, I’m just trying to fit in here. If I should be introducing myself as ‘Clark,’ I want to know about it sooner rather than later so I don’t embarrass myself.

A hot man like that was made for more than friendship.

I’m scared as hell to fall for you… But I’m more terrified to let you go.

Samantha sighed. “Then I’ll get out of the damned car, figure out which wolf in this damnable forest is you, and beat you until you change back. If that doesn’t work, so help me god, I’ll collar your mangy ass and sell you on eBay.

He could hear her ramping up and rather than letting it happen, he silenced her the best way he knew hos.He lowered his head to hers, slowly, so she could see him coming. Her lips parted, in anticipation, in fear, out of breathlessness or a need to speak, he didn't care. He pressed his against them and heard her quick intake of breath.Her hands went up to his neck and she pulled herself closer, her mouth softening against his, opening, until they were necking like the pair of teenagers they had been, urgently, desperately, the rest of the world falling away until it was only them, no one else mattering, nothing necessary to their survival but that they hold on, hold on, hold on to each other and never let go.

I love you to insanity. I'm not even sure if it's a good thing.'' — Duke

Tell me you like it, Olivia. Say the words. Tell me I'm the only one who can set your body on fire like this.

I want you to trust me," Gabe whispered against her lips.Lauren closed her eyes and fought the urge to kiss him. "I still don't."Gabe laughed. "Yeah, you do. You might not want to, but you do.

Kitty waved her free hand to show that she was ok, although she was very tempted to stand over one of Adam’s window-washing puddles and pretend her waters had broken just to see what he would do.

You thought I didn’t notice the way you two looked at each other? I may be old but I’m not blind. I remember thatfeeling. The spark, the electricity... ”I had to interject before I got the unabridged version of Anjali Does Mumbai.

I’m going to kiss you.”Another whimper, but she didn’t jerk from his hold. “I know, and that’s an extremely bad idea.

So you like to read? Or listen, anyway?""I've found it helps me stay on the treadmill longer. But I always like to have a paperback on hand, too. I need to swing by the bookstore for another one, actually.

Baby girl, you destroy me," he whispered against her lips. "You have to tell me if you don't want this because I'm holding on by a thread."t"Then let go," she whispered in reply.

This Chocolate Orgasm is the best chocolate ice cream I’veever had.”“Mikey helped with that one,” Dahlia heard herself say.Mari Belle laughed, a light, pretty sound. “I sense hisinfluence in the Hazel’s Nuts.

Focus. She’s Maddie. Your friend. Would you eyeball Keith or Dane’s butt like that? ~ Zach

I was just thinking of you,” she said…

Don’t think about jumping, Iggy. We’re going aboutseventy, and despite my orders, we’re on our way to Puebla.So keep your ass glued in the goddamn seat.

Because trying to think of how to ask a woman you’ve known for exactly two days if she’d be willing to get into a car with you and take a road trip across the country was something I hadn’t quite worked up to yet.

For the record, you would've been my first one night stand.

Be careful. He uses that line on all the girls.

All pomp and show.” Anjali’s glare at the house would’ve exploded bricks if she’d had superhuman powers. “A fat cow needs a big barn.

I want you alone," he whispered, gliding a hand around her hip, "on a slow boat to China. Days together, nights... rocking on the waves.

You are you because you love the way the world looks through your camera. You are you because of the way you love your friends and family. Not because some scar is on your body. That's a part of your history and what helps form what you believe in. not what defines you.

Before she could ponder what on earth he meant or come up with a proper response, he took their charade a step further.He kissed her.

When you love someone, you’re capable of more than you know.

I can’t make a first impression like the one I made on you. That would be horrible.”t“Slow down there, princess. How do you know what kind of first impression you gave me?”tRowan made her ‘are you for real?’ face. “I think it’s safe to say getting tangled in dog leashes and then having one of the dogs urinate on you ranks up there with worst first impressions ever.”t“I’d classify it as most memorable…. I knew right then my life would never be the same.