Quotes About Expression

The men gasped at Nicholas. That's the most I've heard him say in three years. Sam said. He turned to the others. You ever hear him talk that much? I wasn't sure he could talk, Tucker Addison replied straight-faced. He talks, Dahlia said defensively. Begging your pardon, ma'am, but he's just plain anti-social, Sam pointed out, Always had been, always will be.

Son of a bitch, you're scary, he informed Jackson. Where the hell did you get that look? Practicing in the mirror every day?

He studied her expression, the look in her eyes. His heart contracted. He didn't know what love looked like. He knew she was capable of great self-sacrifice and loyalty, and maybe that was what love was.

Say it,Gregori, she bit out between clenched teeth. I need to hear you say it. I am saying it, lifemate. Can you not hear me?

I don't think I've actually seen you smile before, Wyatt observed. This woman must be the real deal to teach you how to smile.

Wariness crept into her eyes, into her expression. Her tongue touched her bottom lip, that full bottom lip he wanted to bite. He dreamt of biting it. Now it was going to happen

She cleared her throat. I dont like that sort of thing. [...] What sort of thing? His gaze dropped to her mouth. Held there. [...] The F-word sort of thing. She blurted it out, saying the first thing that came into her mind without thinking. His eyebrow shot up. She hadn't thought that anyone could do that. Shoot up one eyebrow. It was incredibly hot-at least on him. The F-word? He repeated. Dolce core, you can't even say fuck, for fuck's sake.

Mikhail seated himself across the small table from her, his eyes drifting lazily, possessively, over her alluring curves. Why do you dress in men's clothes? he asked. She laughed, soft and melodious, and her eyes lit with mischief. Because I knew it would annoy you. He threw his head back and laughed. -Mikhail & Raven

It wasn't about a women's weight, it was about who they were, if that brightness shone through their eyes and skin and hair. Ricco found beauty in art. Women were a form of art. All shapes and sizes. All body types.

Poetry in motion, she murmured under her breath. She'd heard that expression, but now she knew what it meant, how the words could come alive with a man moving.

Damn it, woman," he snapped. "Stop crying. Are you hysterical?" "Maybe." Her voice was muffled by the pillow and her hands. -Maxim & Airiana

He preferred smaller knives, but when you wanted to make a statement, you did it big. He wanted this man cowed and willing to talk.

She looked at him with an expression far too close to reverence. Bordering on real adoration. Real. He didn't get real. He didn't even deserve it.

I will rule you, Ashe," he admitted. "I'll tell you what to do and you'll give me that snippy look you have and tell me what to do.

It was strange, that feeling of freedom, as if by tying her, he released her spirit--beaten down, so encased in the beliefs of others, what was right, what was wrong, what she was-- so that she could just be. Simply be.

He looks at me. She lifted her chin belligerently, silently daring MaryAnn to laugh. If MaryAnn's eyebrow could have risen any higher it would have reached her hairline. Her mouth twitched, and she hastily bit the end of her pen. Oh, my. The bastard.

Communication is very important between us at all times. He bent his head as he lifted the hair from the back of her neck. For instance, I find your neck incredibly sexy. You look both vulnerable and sensual with your hair up. With it down, you look wild and beautiful. Just as sensual, but in a completely different way.

Torpedo Ink welcomes opinions, and we listen to everyone with equal attention. Say what you want, baby. You're free.

Vittorio had recognized early on he had a gift. His voice could be compelling, or commanding, and those in a room reacted to it. He could calm others down, arouse or infuriate, all with his tone.

You have the most fascinating mouth I have ever seen. What's so fascinating? It's a mouth just like any other. I think it is your pouty lower lip. Now I know you're crazy. I never pout and neither does my lip.

That frying pan is looking better and better to me," she muttered under her breath. "I think we're going to have to hang one on the wall in every room, both here and at the clubhouse

She had more practice than any other rider that she knew of in hiding how she felt, yet Ricco read her.

He turned his powerful stare on Raven. Raven squirmed visibly. "Oh, shut up, Gregori," she snapped, her blue eyes flashing fire at him. A faint smile curved his mouth, failing to light his eyes. "I did not speak." "You spoke volumes, and you know it.

You people should come with a warning label," Byron told Zev. Zev flipped him off.