Lisa Kleypas Quotes

Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds.

I hear your chants. I hear your cat calls. And yes it's true. I'm obsessed with other men's balls. WORD!

Like God's own chocolate, I'd lick her shadow off a hot sidewalk

Now that I've seen her, I can't stop seeing her.

Violence was almost an aphrodisiac for me.

I'm always after boys who don't want me, I'll tell you that much!

Romance is thinking about your significant other, when you are supposed to be thinking about something else.

I like hot people being hot. How else do you explain my high school infatuation with Ricky Martin in all his shirtless glory?

Are you following me?" she asks, but doesn't meet my gaze. "Yeah," I say. "Why?" I give her the only honest and true answer I have. "You're where I want to be.

Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.

No. No games. He wanted her and didn't care who knew it. He definitely and absolutely wanted her, longed for her, wanted to do more things than there were names for with her.

Shigure Sohma: singing High school girls high school girls all for me High school girls

Beautiful and diabolical. You make me impatient indeed to claim you.

She is immensely interested in him. She has even secret mischievous moments in which she wishes she could get him alone, on a desert island, away from all ties and with nobody else in the world to consider, and just drag him off his pedestal and see him making love like any common man.

so pRetty i hAd to Eat hiM

You have a transportation fetish. I have a Gideon fetish. It's been weeks.

I have an Augustus Waters fetish.

I knew then that I had never understood what humans called love. But if that was anything close to the power you held over me, then no wonder they searched for it so passionately." I reached out and pulled him into bed with me. "You're going to be late." "Why ?" "Because after hearing that I can't let you leave until I've had my fill. Get naked, Dankmar.

Infatuation.First Love.Lust.My passion can be explained away.But this is sure: Whatever she touches, she reveals

She had a bracelet on one taper arm, which would fall down over her round wrist. Mr. Thornton watched the replacing of this troublesome ornament with far more attention than he listened to her father. It seemed as if it fascinated him to see her push it up impatiently, until it tightened her soft flesh; and then to mark the loosening—the fall. He could almost have exclaimed—'There it goes, again!

He's not the relationship kind or so I hear." "And do you want a relationship?" I asked her. "No." She laughed, dabbing her fry. "But I have a feeling with someone like him, you get one taste and you will always want more." "Sort of like crack?" Jacob suggested. "Or Cheetos," Brit supplied.

Baby I'm so into you I can hardly breathe.

Love is an angel disguised as lust.