Nora Roberts Quotes

I want you. Bad. Right now. Against the wall. On my bed. The floor and maybe in the bathroom later. I have a shower stall and a Jacuzzi we could put to really good use. I know you'd like it.

The paintings that really excite me have an erotic element or side to them irrespective of subject matter.

Are you prepared for the storm of lovemaking with which you will be assailed?

He dipped his head, placing his mouth to the space below her ear. He nipped her there, just a tiny bite that sent a wave of heat through her veins. And then his lips moved lower, leaving a hot trail behind. “You drive me insane, absolutely freaking insane. Do you know that? I bet you do.

The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.

I could not make a move without making love.

Knowing someone desires you is the greatest aphrodisiac

I stayed under the moon too long.I am silvered with lust.Dreams flick like minnows through my eyes.My voice is trees tossing in the wind.I loose myself like a flock of blackbirdsstorming into your face.My lightest touch leaves blue prints,bruises on your mind.Desire sandpapers your skinso thin I read the veins and arteriesmaps of routes I will traveltill I lodge in your spine.The night is our fur.We curl inside it licking.

I start to unbutton his shirt. "Got to get these clothes off," I mutter. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." Smile. Lopsided. Sexy.

The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.

Okay is BURSTING with sensuality

As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.

Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.

Duende I can't remember her name. It's not as though I've been in bed with that many women. The truth is I can't even remember her face. I kind of know how strong her thighs were, and her beauty. But what I won't forget is the way she tore open the barbecued chicken with her hands, and wiped the grease on her breasts.

He pressed a kiss to my ear. “Do you feel stretched? Can you tell I’ve been inside you?” I nodded, feeling my knees go a little weak from the tone in his voice. “Good. I like knowing you can feel where I’ve been.

Going to do it to you sweet banana, like it's never been done, and we'll get high, high, high, in the mid-day sun.

I'm gonna make love to you like fifteen men.

You've made love to my mind, now you gotta take me from behind.

That (sex) was the most fun I ever had without laughing.

He made a small sigh, as he swallowed the first blood, then his mouth closed over my earlobe, mouth working at the wound, tongue coaxing blood from the wound. He pressed his body the length of mine, one hand cupping my turned head, the other playing down the line of my body. Maybe it was just blood, but I never stroked my steak while eating it.

Smother me in your hot sauce woman until smoke comes from your thighs.

Sex, like art, can unsettle a soul, can grind a heart in a mortar. Sex, like literature, can sneak the other within one's wall, even if only for a moment, a moment before one immures oneself again.

Nothing to me is so erotic as a hotel room, and therefore so penetrated with life and death.

And to my lips' Bright crimson rim The passion slips, And down my slim White body drips The shining hymn.

I'm a writer who never writes about sex. It's so far from my own fictional world.