romance-sexy

He would reach for me in the middle of the night, nearly every single night, wrapping one of those solid arms around my waist and pulling me in close. So. Close.

The desperation in his voice was misplaced and as his eyes danced over my face I knew he was just as broken as I was. That kiss, those caresses__he feeling of his skin against mine had shattered our perfect friendship. There was no turning back now; having him was the only thing that would make me whole.

Grabbing her close to him, he spun her around and pushed her against the wall. They needed something solid to keep them steady, because he didn__ see himself giving up those lips any time soon. He would kiss her until she lost her breath and it was only his lips on hers that kept her upright. Only the kiss that kept her breathing.

He was just beautiful. She'd never known a man could be beautiful, but he definitely was.

Here__ the thing about falling for someone who__ already given up; there__ no promise of tomorrow. There aren__ any words of comfort that can be said, no glimpse of a positive change. Every moment, every thought could be their last. It__ like you__e helplessly walking into quicksand, waiting for the muck to cover your mouth and eyes until you can no longer find a way to breathe. No, it__ more like jumping from a high bridge without the promise of water underneath.And I fucking hate heights.

I was getting what I had always wanted, him wanting me.

Sweat dripped down his chest. She never thought she could envy a piece of fabric, until she saw the T-shirt kissing his skin the way she wanted to.

Owen folded his arms around Morgan to steady her when she crashed into him, and was enveloped by her scent, her warm softness. When she gave a scared little scream, he tightened his arms in a protective reflex. She fit him perfectly, he noted distractedly. And she was soaked: he'd seen her come in from the rain, her expression frantic, just as he had rushed in the front door. His shirt was plastered to his chest between

There was a war between them, between love and the right thing to do, and it kept assaulting them, kept keeping them apart.

Just as "normal" as anyone... only I write my thoughts out on paper & illustrate a world of Romance in your mind as you read my creations. ~ A. L. Woodz

Owen folded his arms around Morgan to steady her when she crashed into him, and was enveloped by her scent, her warm softness. When she gave a scared little scream, he tightened his arms in a protective reflex. She fit him perfectly, he noted distractedly. And she was soaked: he'd seen her come in from the rain, her expression frantic, just as he had rushed in the front door. His shirt was plastered to his chest between them.

Morgan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. __aybe you__e right,_ she sighed, __e should probably wait._ Owen drew back, and she could feel him studying her. She waited as long as she could stand it before she opened her eyes and grinned. He chuckled, low in his throat, a predatory gleam in his eye.

Edward chuckled into her mouth.

When George spotted the pinup girl of his fondest fantasies across that cheesy bar, he had no idea what his pickup line was going to be. All he knew was that he had to get to her, right that second, and stake his claim. He didn__ give two shits if she was meeting someone, or was there with friends. That bird was going to be his.

I feel his body pressed against mine. His heat burns against my flesh; searing, seducing. Permanently making it his.

I always thought 'love at first sight' was silly and incredibly irresponsible. Then, you came along and you flipped it on me. I understand it now. I do! ~Sheriff Derrick Decker

My knees were weak but he held me with one hand, guiding me with the motion of his hips. I was completely his to do with what he wanted and he knew it.

Does he make you see stars?_ he asks in a low voice. __oes he call you his north star? Because that__ what you are to me. You__e the reason I made it home.