Quotes About Emotion

Beneath her cheek, his heart was thumping steadily. Definitely faster than his usual near-hibernation beat. Lifting her head, she flashed him a tight smile. "I get to you." "Are you kidding? You own me," he said, his voice running over her like silk.

She nodded, her gaze locked on his mouth. He could tell she wanted it on hers, and for once, they were perfectly in sync. Having no idea what he was doing, he kissed her again, another no-holds-barred, tongues tangling, rock-his-fucking-world kiss that left him staggered and her apparently unable to speak as they tore apart for air and waited for the world to right itself. Didn't happen.

I'm done waiting. Done doing things the easy way and letting things happen as they will. Her heart caught. What does that mean? It means this is too important to let slip away again. You're too important. He leaned back against the truck with a low grunt of effort, eyes dark, jaw clenched. I love you too, Tara.

You went from worrying about being weak to wanting a fence with me? I don't give a flying fuck about being weak. You're the only thing I care about. You make me whole. You make me feel. You make me... He searched for the word. Everything. He pulled her tighter to him. It's always been you, Holly. And it always will be. Say yes. Yes, she said instantly. To everything.

Tired of me already? he asked with a smile in his voice. No quite yet. You? His eyes darkened, and he kissed her again. Never. Her heart skipped a beat. Never is a long time, she said. His voice was low, fierce. And very sure. That's what I'm counting on.

Unfortunately, he was a man through and through, and therefore had a penis, which meant that there'd be no reasoning with him.

Heat skittered through her belly, then directly south. "Sawyer." In answer, he brought his head up and kissed her. Deep, hungry, tasting her in a purposely slow, thorough manner before pulling back to once again look into her eyes. Oh, God. "Sawyer, what are we doing?" she whispered. He shook his head. "No f#cking clue.

He felt his heart roll, exposing its underbelly. Nothing he could do about that. He was equipped to eliminate threats, protect and serve. Not to love. Never to love.

A hint about women,' Mick said to Cliff. 'Never in the history of all history has telling a woman to calm down ever calmed one down.

Sixty-five seconds, he said. You weren't breathing for sixty-five seconds after we found you. I lived and died during each one of them. He let out a breath. Never again.

She had no idea how long they kissed—and kissed—but she didn't think about stopping until she ran out of air. Breathing hard, she slowly opened her eyes and stared directly into his. They'd heated. Darkened. And something else. He wasn't looking so relaxed now. In fact, he was looking the opposite of relaxed. He looked…feral. And she was his prey.

He tried to hold on, tried to hold back, but it was too late. He was lost. Lost, and yet somehow found. It was as simple and terrifying as that.

And not that I don't love those words, but what were you wrong about? Walking away from you. She stepped into him. I'm done with that, by the way. I'm walking straight at you from now on.

For the last time," she said urgently, almost desperately, as if trying to talk herself into believing it. "It's never going to happen again. Never, Wade." "Never is a long time.

I'm never going to get tired of finding you looking at me that way. Like you have to have me right now." She laughed, then looked around to make sure Leah wasn't too close. "I just had you," she whispered…

You really do have some pretty fancy words lately. Yeah. He put the mistletoe in his pocket and pulled her in closer. And here's three more.....I love you.

Chloe? Yeah? I'd be worth the inhaler, he said, then forced himself to walk away.

All my life, you've been my Almost. He softened slightly, his gaze touching over the features of her face as if memorizing her. I want you, Leah. I've always wanted you. But wanting isn't enough. You have to fight for it too, and you're not going to.

Still mad," she gasped. He covered one of her fists with his hand, entwining their fingers, while his other slipped beneath her, stroking her where they were joined, slowly driving her straight to heaven without a seat belt. "Then I should stop.

Are you angry? Because we do some of our best naked work when you're angry.

But even though she's started the game in the first place, she no longer wanted to play. Somewhere along the way, her heart had flipped on her. She could pretend to be a bad girl all she wanted. It was only an illusion. The truth was, she needed more than sex. And that really pissed her off about herself.

There were some men who just knew how to kiss, the kind of kiss that could send a woman reeling. The kind of kiss that could take away problems and awareness and … and everything. The kind of kiss that could shatter her into a trillion little pieces. The kind of kiss that somehow both calmed her body and soul even as it wound her up for more. Aidan was that kind of kisser.

A haiku about getting out of bed: No no no no no. No no no no no no no. No no no no no.

He made it hard for a girl to not fall head over heels.