Contemporary Romance Quotes - Page 7

I’ve had your kiss. I know what you taste like, and that’s only worsened the need. Made me crave more.

The hand at her back stroked up and down. Never straying too far south, but igniting a fire inside her that she wanted this fireman to stoke instead of extinguish

She cleared her throat. “Bryan, I know you’ve interviewed a lot of caregivers—”“Too many,” Bryan shot back.She inched her chin up a notch. “I’m not your typical caregiver. I’m different.”Bryan laughed with no humor. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before—okay, impress me, Delilah Walker. What exactly makes you different?

Do you picture long nights making love by the fire and talking about everything and anything under the sun, and do you have the feeling that of anyone in the world, he just gets you? Like no other person in the world ever can?

She wanted -- needed -- a McCall induced orgasm.And if he kept kissing her like she was the sexiest thing in the world, she might have one in the next half a minute.

Jack had a way of sneaking up on her, like a cold or...a chin hair.

When I mentioned that I'd always wanted to have sex against the wall with a woman in a skirt, she said, "Well, how convenient. I just so happen to have a skirt on, and there are several walls in here.

He still had the problem with getting the album finished. Now was definitely not the time to be messing around with a reporter or a woman. And now he had both those things rolled into one glorious package. He just hoped he survived them both.

More. Give me more.I don't know if you're ready for this. He's shirtless.You're killing me. Is he built?Like a Greek god.Nooooo.....so unfair. I don't have any hot neighbors, just acres and acres of corn fields.

I don’t think I heard the same ending you did. Maybe you should tell it again.

He wrapped her hair around his fist, tilted her head back, and kissed her. Hard. She moaned into him, and he pulled away.t"Possessive much?" she asked on a laugh.t"Just making sure these hooligans know you're mine."tHer brow rose. "Really? Yours? Talk about caveman."t"I'm a Gallagher, baby, I'm as caveman as they come.

Use your dick, don’t be one.

And just so you know—that winter forest we walked into first? That was from Through the Looking Glass too. Hey, if you’re going to saddle me with the blame for your overconsumption, at least get the book right.

When I’m away from you I am lost.But when I’m with you, I am lost in you.

Bitch, please,” Brady pursed his lips like a duck. “You know I’ll be the belle of the cell block with my creamy smooth skin and my tight little ass.

What kind of woman am I?" she asked.t"My kind." He grinned.

When I take you in my arms, I wonder how on earth I ever survived without know what that felt like before I met you.

Trouble was, everyone always made talking out a problem sound like it was so simple and solved everything, but actually doing it, and securing the desired outcome without screwing up, seemed about as easy as rowing upriver with a teaspoon.

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?

She wasn't going to explain how the morning she woke up alone she had gone back to the same salon that had cut and dyed her hair and had the woman change the color back. She wasn't going to tell him that she hadn't been able to stand the thought of looking into the mirror to see that girl anymore. The girl who had been born the day she met Alex and died the day he left.

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.

...once I realized that Australia’s top highway speed of 110 kilometers per hour was the same as going 65 in the U.S., all my hardened American enthusiasm for speed went limp until it felt like the car was hardly moving at all. Even worse, most stretches of the highway are restricted to 60 kilometers per hour, which is how fast Americans go when we’re, like, passing a stopped school bus disembarking small children, or driving through a herd of puppies in the road.

Alice, I am the game, and trust me: you don’t want to play me.

I'm just an asshole Marine...I'm not the kind of guy people like you should depend on.

His grip on my shoulder tightens. His other hand behind my head caresses me softly and I sigh."Touch me, Skye."His voice is rough, almost sounding like a groan.

He was the most handsome nightmare she had ever met.

When he grasped her hand, he felt the calluses on her palm. He was thinking about how tough she was, and then she smiled. It was tentative and brief but it touched his heart, and then she was gone. He watched while she disappeared over the hill and then took the box into the kitchen, refilled his coffee and opened the lid. 36%

How do you tactfully spin the term “man-whore” to someone’s sister?

I want something real. Something that leads to something more than sex.

Hmm," she hums after a moment."What?""Just thinking...We both want you to get this role.""No sh*t.""And arguing obviously isn't helping us out."I snort. "But that's what we do.

Chocolate is a kitchen witch’s secret weapon. It makes friends easily, soothes troubled spirits, and is conducive to romance. When nothing else works, go with chocolate.—Sadie Trevalyn’s Book of Kitchen Witchery

You are mine, November. Until the day you leave this earth, you are mine.

I’m either with you forever, or I’m not. I’m not into games or fucking around. I’ve had enough experience to know what to hold onto when I get it.

The blues are intent and watchful. “You’re trying to get me to change my mind, aren't you?”“Lilah, I constantly hope that you are going to change your mind, but I know you well enough to know that you won’t.” I just nod at him.

Love comes in seemingly insignificant moments and if you’re not paying attention, you might miss them.

With one perfect kiss on one perfect English summer afternoon, we understand the meaning of all the colors of every rainbow, forevermore.

Maybe I’m not the Boy Scout you think I am.

You've got sunscreen on, right?"...."You didn't get your back," Zane said, picking up a bottle of sunscreen and pouring some onto his hand.Her legs almost gave out and her heart pounded in her ears. Zane Hollander was about to go where no man had gone before and lotion her back.

I can’t say I particularly like Matty Reed. But you, Matt? I like being with you.”…t“That’s good, Viv,” he said.t“Because I like being with you. And I want…” He leaned in a little closer, “I need…” His lips were mere inches from hers…

She was thinking of his mouth on hers. Which seemed only fair since he’d given a lot of thought to the same thing.“’Night,” she whispered.“Night,” he whispered back.And yet neither of them moved.

Consider me your rescuer, not your jailer," he said to Frankie, without looking at her. His gut told him that, on the criminal mastermind scale, this one landed closer to Tinker Bell than Lizzie Borden.