Romantic Suspense Quotes - Page 10

Is it possible for one to enter sleep and wander while never waking? And if so, for how long can one survive this way?

In my experience there are only a handful of reasons for murder....Jealousy, vengeance, greed, fear and pleasure....Some killers enjoy the kill....For them it is a great game, and for the most part they are the ones I hunt.

Lillie woke to darkness an instant before a large warm hand clamped down over her mouth…

He was so damn sexy, with beautiful bronzed skin that showed off his Mediterranean heritage.

She wasn't entirely sure if she was being rescued or kidnapped.

The instant Isabella Cortez left the safety of the FBI building, goose bumps skittered across her skin and her senses went on high alert.

We need you to come home.

Okay,” he said, his breath hitching, his hands shaking like hell as he pried her arms from around his neck and set her

God, you don't have a romantic bone in your body, Sean."He flashed a cocky grin. "Maybe not, but there's definitely one in my pants.

There are definite advantages to single beds.""Makes cuddling mandatory.

I should have trusted you…the woman I fell in love with.

It was pretty amazing. I wasn’t thinking about anything but how good it felt to be kissed and touched by you. You totally ruined boring sex for me.

He liked the way her smile infected him and infused a bit of heat into his cold bones—a warmth missing until he'd opened the door to her flower shop.

For the first time since I met her, I understand her need to keep her name secret and respect that. Here, someplace other than at home, we can be who we want, be with who we want, as long as it makes us happy. There’s no past today, only this moment together, right now. —HEW

And now I can’t breathe for wanting you. I woke up, and your eyes were on fire. You haven’t looked at me like that in years. All need. All want.

Go. Do what you have to do. Be the hero that you are … but come back to me. There’s more to Noah McCall than the head of Last Chance Rescue. I see that man.… I love them both. Return to me, Noah. Please. - Mara to Noah

It's all messed up," she said.t"What is?" he asked quietly from behind her.t"Us."t"We're doing okay."t"I didn't set out to trap you or anything." Keith had accused her of that a hundred times.t"I don't feel trapped."t"Why?"t"I'm a simple guy. I have a beautiful woman in my arms. What's there to complain about?"t"I'm hardly beautiful. I look like an eggplant."t"Purple is my favorite color."t"There's a really annoying dinosaur you might want to watch with Justin over breakfast." But she smiled into the darkness.

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She was hot, he was a man; not being attracted would have been impossible. That gleaming dark hair tempted a man to find out what it would look like released from its tight bun. She had toned, endless legs. Her li8ps were distracting, especially that teasing mole in the corner. She could give a dead monk a boner.

So what do you do for sex? Just one-night stands? Or do you play a lot of five-on-one?" -- Clarissa

Everyone creates what he fears.

As I unbutton him, I kiss his skin— warm, fragrant, smelling of soap, his expensive cologne and him. Done, I slip him out of the garment and lay over his heart which thuds heavy and deep beneath my breast. Except for my gossamer-thin robe, we're almost skin to skin.

Leather and tattoos, they were his cover, and she wondered what she’d find when she unwrapped him.

He glanced around, his eyes widening a little when he looked toward her bedroom.tShe winced, but resisted the urge to jump and close the door. He was staring at the poster above her bed, an image of Annie Oakley with the quote "I ain't afraid to love a man. I ain't afraid to shoot him either.

Ronan tightened his grip before leaning over and whispering, "Do you have any idea how much I want you?

We can do slow and sweet later. I want you fast and rough, and I've been begging for a while now." She hooked a leg around his, bringing their bodies together as close as possible. "If you missed the memo, buddy, I've been trying to get you inside me half the day."With a low groan, he picked her up and lowered her to the bed, his mouth and tongue setting up a rhythm to match the fingers he slid inside her. "Not that," she said. "You. Now.""Bossy Cajun woman." He gave her a tousle-haired, lopsided grin as he rolled into the cradle of her thighs, positioning himself at her 'entrance...

She’d pay good money for an up-close-and-personal tour of the tattoos that made him look like a badass biker.

And maybe that is exactly what happened…he walked away and never woke up…

I want to know why you love me.Because I don't make sense without you. You're part of me.

Chocolate cake and a diamond ring? In bed with the man of my dreams?

She breathes a soft sigh, and in the tried and true ways of time immemorial, she welcomes me home.

He firmly pulled her body against his and he brushed her lips with his. Staring into her eyes, he lightly slid his tongue across her bottom lip. She drew a deep, staggered breath in response to the wave of heat she felt flushing through her. Derrick smiled at her. Then, he softly kissed her. He lightly swept his tongue between her lips, pressing his warm, soft lips to hers. He slid his hands up her body and cradled her face with his hands. Then, he passionately kissed her, tickling her tongue with his. He sucked her lips, gently, as though he was sampling nectar on a delicate petal. Then, with an intense urgency, he dipped his tongue past her lips, caressing her tongue with his. She felt fluttering inside. Anne’s body craved him. A shallow hum escaped from within her in response to how he was making her feel. She could feel his body responding to her. He was breathing heavier which was waking Anne’s primal needs. The tidal wave of lust that had just churned within her was slowly calming as his kiss became more subtle and tender. He gently pressed his lips against hers. He pulled back a little and looked away, exhaling.

She didn't want to handle him. She didn't want anything to do with him - this man with his cold, intense eyes and clipped speech, this stranger, this Yankee. He made her feel like a rabbit facing a cobra: terrified, but fascinated at the same time. He tried to hide his ruthlessness behind smooth, cosmopolitan manners, but Evie had no doubts about the real nature of the man.He wanted her. He intended to have her. And he wouldn't care if he destroyed her in the taking.

My soul recognized him and it was easy to be in sync with him—to feel like I’d known him forever.

But still she stood, ready to get back at it. Badass and admirable.

You want to come in?" she asked softly.He leveled his gaze at her. "You know what's likely going to happen if I go in there, right?"She didn't blink. "Yeah. That's why I'm asking.

Wyatt Christiansen is the client."tIris tensed at his words. Hearing Wyatt's name from her boss completely threw her off balance. If Wyatt wanted to hire Red Stone that meant he needed extra security. She hated the thought of him in danger.tWithout giving her a chance to respond, Harrison barreled on. "I don't like the idea of you guarding him, especially since I found out you two are fucking married. It goes against protocol, but...my father owes him a favor and he's apparently collecting.

This is what I love to see--different branches of law enforcement at each other's throats. It gives the bad guys the head start they need, which in turn gives us all job security.

You seriously have a Dalmatian? Is that, like, mandatory for a firefighter?

What are you? The pregnant MacGyver?” “Best compliment I’ve had in a while.

Frowning, Shiloh forced herself to look up at him. Roan deserved her courage, not her cowardice. “You wanted to kiss me.”t“I still do.

He brushed his lips over hers, and this time his kiss was a bit more heated than the last. She clutched onto him, deepening it until he pulled back.tHe groaned, simmering heat in his gaze. "Let's get you in the bath before I lose my head."t"Maybe after the bath you can lose it.

Angel was someone he'd never imagined having in his life, but always hoped for. She was more than worth the wait, and he was never letting her go.

She closed her eyes briefly, feeling sick. Olivia had experienced strangulation before. Having to look directly into the face of the person who was killing you made the experience beyond awful. But there were worse things than that. Staring into the void of unresolved memory, living an eternal mystery, waking up night after night seeing the face of someone you desperately wanted to save but having not the slightest clue how to do it—all that was worse. If going through with this experience gave her the answers she needed, if it gave her peace, it would be well worth one-hundred-and-thirty seconds of fear and pain.

If you're courting me, you have to tell me something about yourself that no one else knows."tHe was silent for a moment. "I'd rather jerk-off to thoughts of you than be with anyone else.

I want to corrupt you, get dirty and rough with you because I know this sexy-as-hell body can take it.”--Ciaran Ross, Killer Curves

Aren’t those vegetables sexy, Rog?” Grant cooed, trying to hold in laughter. “Sexy, sexy veggies. You two need to go on lots of dates together.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies~Aristotle

As Ian popped the lock and opened the car door, he turned to Phoebe. “Can you do me a favour?”She immediately stepped toward him, fully embracing their new mature relationship. “Of course.”Ian looked pointedly over his own shoulder and said, “Tell me the truth. Does this car make my glowing ass look fat?”She’d naturally followed the direction of his gaze, but now she looked up, hard, into his eyes. And she smiled back at him despite herself. She even laughed. “You’re an idiot.”“When things get too serious, I get a rash.”She pointedly looked back down at his nether regions, despite the fact doing so made her blush. Still, she spoke coolly, dryly. “Not on your ass.”If Ian believed in love, that would’ve been it for him. Instantly. Enthrallingly. Eternally. Instead, he just laughed. “Thank God for that. See if there’s anything remotely clothinglike in the backseat or the trunk.

Outrage steamed her brain. "I've waited three days... Do you know what day it is?"tHe gave a one-sided shrug, his massive shoulder muscles shifting. "Who has time to check the calendar when people are shooting at you and snakes are biting you in the ass?

We do not remember days, Shemei, we remember moments, and the richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

What about you? Girlfriend? Wife? Kids? Perhaps a gaggle of towheaded, extra large boys who already excel at sports and know how to make fire with the ass end of a lightning bug?

If you're worried I'll bite, I promise to tell you first.

God must think her a badass because he’d handed her this moment, and he didn’t dole out shit she couldn’t handle. That was a fact taught long ago by that miserable bitch called life.

He smiled. "I bet the paper ran something about you once your hiring was confirmed. A new cop is big news in a small town. People were probably admonished to make you feel at home."tShe shook her head with some amusement. "I would have felt more at home if they shot at me,.

You can’t possibly be afraid of trees.

The princess requests your princess at the Kronig. She says…” Bendsten paused, a smile curling his normally taciturn expression into one of humor. “One kidnapping deserves another.

I suspected you were tired of looking for things you should have found a long time ago. ~ Jared

I have a slight oral fixation.

Tell me what you want, Mads.""You," she said in a shaky whisper. "I want you, Ronan.