Romantic Thriller Quotes - Page 2

He tsked. "No tits, no manners." He shook his head. "You should try to have at least one or the other. A pair of great tits covers a multitude of sins.

Pretending to him that she felt something would be easy. Pretending to herself that she didn't? That was a whole other story.

What is your secret? What could you possibly know, more than 80 years after you death, that someone doesn't want us to find out?

What will your family think, me showing up on their doorstep with my suitcase in hand?""I'll carry your suitcase," he said.

Grant pressed his back against the outside wall of the turquoise and white two-story home he and a team of Miami PD officers were about to storm. On the surface the place fit in perfectly into the upper middle class neighborhood. On the inside, however, it was a fully functioning cocaine lab.

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

Flash fire."tShe turned her head as far as she could, trying to look at him. "I don't know what that means."tHe shifted on the branch. "First time I was on a submarine, we had a flash fire. It's a combustion explosion. A flammable mist builds up in the air, then suddenly, bam. Think super high temperatures and a rapidly moving flame front. It kills by asphyxiation. Burns up all the available oxygen. It's devastating.

Fidelity is a living, breathing entity. On wobbly footing, it can wander, becoming something different entirely.

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.

Not today. Not sitting next to Quinn who was semi-casual in black slacks and a gray sweater pushed up to his muscular forearms. Seriously, why did forearms have to be so sexy?Why did he have to be so sexy? And why did she have the ridiculous urge to reach out and stroke his… sweater. She just wanted to see if it was as soft as it looked.Right.

I feel like I'm twenty again.

The Potomac had taken away Linda and the boys.tThe Rio Negro had given him Daniela.tOne river had swallowed his heart; another river, halfway around the world, had gifted it back. A different heart, beaten up, scarred, but a beating heart at least.

Shiloh had never seen a man who was a hunter. But she saw one now. There was an intense feeling around Roan, raw and untamed, as he studied her, his nostrils flaring to catch her scent. He ruthlessly dug into her opening eyes, reading her, trying to understand where she was at within herself and what she wanted from him.t“This is your call,” he said, his voice low and guttural.

Looking at Athena now, he couldn't believe he'd been dumb enough to walk away from her. When he'd realized how innocent she was it had freaked him out, to put it mildly. Had made him feel guilty for the dirty things he'd said to her, wanted to do to her. With her ---

She glanced at the bathroom door once more, her cheeks growing warm as the glass door slid open and Kane emerged from the steamy shower stall.tNaked.tShe swallowed, unable to tear her eyes away from his nude, dripping-wet body. He had the kind of rock-hard physique that would make other women drool. His broad chest tapered to a trim waist, and his legs were thick and dusted with golden hair. He was lean, not bulky, with perfectly sculpted muscles that looked like they'd been carved out of marble. He was hard. Everywhere.t"I'm afraid it's too late for you to join me in the shower," he said in a silky voice. "Though we could still make good use of the bed.

As he waited for her, he braced himself for the sight of her, ready to turn out the light as soon as she reached her bed.tBut when Daniela came in, she wasn’t wearing her nightgown. She returned from the bathroom in a bath towel. And then she locked the door behind her and dropped the towel. Drops of water glistened on her naked skin as if she’d been painted with diamonds.t“Christ,” he breathed.

Despite his soft speech, he stared at her as he’d like to eat her whole. Damn her traitorous body if that thought wasn’t such a bad one…. This could not be happening. She was on the run from a maniac and her hormones were going haywire. Clearly, she had issues.

There's only one woman I want.

When I was young, I wanted to be an astronaut. Someone who flies in a spaceship to the moon,” he explained, in case she didn’t know the word.tShe thought about that for a moment. “But you didn’t go.”t“Turns out I have dyslexia. It’s something in your brain that makes it hard to learn. Mine is not bad, just enough so I couldn’t pass the test.”t“I’m glad you didn’t go to the moon,” she said. “I think it’s better that you came here.

She sighed. "You're not without fault, but you're not rotten. Although you're very disorderly. You're pigheaded, cocky beyond bearing, arrogant." She stopped when she realized she'd just said the same thing three times over. "You have a troubling obsession with vigilante justice." She cleared her throat. "Well, I'm sure there are things you don't like about me."t"You're not naked, and you're not under me." His voice was thick with passion.

She whimpered softly into his mouth. "We can't," she cried, desperation and desire tearing her apart.t"The hell we can't," he rasped, taking her hand and moving it down his body to where his flesh strained at the fabric of his pants. Her fingers jerked at the contact: then a spasm of pain crossed her pale face, and her hand lingered involuntarily, exploring the dimensions of his arousal. He caught his breath. "Jay, baby, don't' stop me now!

If you try to sleep on the floor I'll just get down there with you. Which will make you feel guilty and then you'll end up in the bed anyway. So just give in now and save yourself -- and me -- a headache.

Her grandmother used to say there were men the devil put on earth to test good women. Clara was tempted to ask the guy whether he'd just zip-lined in from hell.t"Go away," she said instead.tHis smile was worth a thousand words, most of them dirty. His voice dipped. "How can I, when your eyes begged me to come over?

Jena took a seat on the sofa, and Cole found himself with another dilemma. Should he sit next to her or take the other chair? Such a decision shouldn’t feel momentous, but it did. It felt as momentous as a choice between the past and the future.tIt felt like a choice between friendship and maybe more than friendship.tHe sat next to her on the sofa.

If we were in a spreadsheet, we'd be in different columns." She'd be under uptight/nerdy/homely girls, and he'd be under badass men with bodies of..um..Navy SEALS.tHe grunted. "Just so you know, I hate spreadsheets with a hot, burning passion.

She growled.tHe gave her a considering look. "That's almost sexy.

You're not horribly terrible."tHe shook his head at her. "You say the nicest things." He held her gaze for a moment. "You're not trying to get into my pants, are you?

I can't find the words." She stared daggers at him.t"Don't hurt yourself trying.

Everything is falling into place perfectly. We have four dirty DEA agents working with a terrorist group and killing Americans on American soil. The headlines are going to write themselves and we're going to get our candidate into the White House. When that happens, we'll get the war we want. The war we can win.

Nothing looked the same, and everything looked the same.

I’ve been waiting half an hour for you to wake up.” His voice was uneven and raspy. “Is that right?” she murmured.

She averted his eyes, but not before he recognized the pain in them, a tormented and languished gaze, a stare preserved for people who were able to love deeply enough that they could be destroyed by it.

Looking at that pain in her eyes, he felt a closeness with her that he had never experienced before. Like they shared something powerful and unspoken, something so deep and devastating, it bonded them together. He knew then, that if she didn't forgive him, he would never survive.He was nothing without her.

Love makes people do crazy things. And not feeling loved can bring people to the edge of madness.