“A kiss is one of the few futuristic events that comes to my present everyday..”
“You will not! It s wrong. What, kissing you, or kissing you in Pies and Stuff?”
“Relax. Refresh. Renew. Play. Sing. Laugh. Enjoy. Forgive. Dance. Love. Hug. Share. Kiss. Create. Explore. Hope. Listen. Dare. Trust. Dream. Learn. TODAY!”
“Of course I saved you, she said. I couldn t do without you. And because she was happy and flushed with magic, Holly leaned down and kissed Artemis, magic sparking around the contact like tiny fireworks.”
“French. Feel. Finger. Fuck.”
“I m going to be honest with you. I don t want to sit here all night making small talk when all I want to do is kiss you.”
“Everything on earth has happened before, nothing is new, but woe to the lovers who fail to discover a fresh blossom in every future kiss.”
“We still have a lot to talk about, I said. Talk? He shook his head, his eyes full of desire. Kiss, he whispered to my thoughts.”
“He kissed me hard and I kissed him back harder, like it was the end of an era that had lasted all of my life.”
“He leaned toward me and delicately grazed my lips with his. The tease left me breathless, burning for more. “I keep having to remind myself that I can do that,” he smirked.”
“His kisses fade to nuzzle along my face and neck, soft and poignant. Al, he whispers. You taste so sweet...like honeysuckle. Don t, I murmur, in a daze. He draws back, eyes heavy and dark. You want me to stop? No. I ve fallen asleep praying for you to look at me like this. To touch me like this. Don t break my heart. Moth shadows glide above him in the mirrored ceiling, distracting me from the fierceness of his frown. I d cut mine out first. I believe he would. Stretching to tiptoe, I clasp his ponytail. This time, I kiss him. He responds with a spine-tingling growl, fingers digging into my hips.”
“If a wicked rake doesn’t kiss a young lady when they’re alone in a moonlit rose garden, might it mean he doesn’t intend to? There were rules about such things. Weren’t they written down somewhere? If not, then they should be. A Treatise on Rakes, written for Susceptible Young Ladies, by a Lady of Distinction.”
“I was so used to pretending to be something I wasn t, it shocked me to be seen for what I was.”
“We re both so into it, neither of us hears the footsteps until a snarl breaks us apart. We turn to find Morpheus standing there with enough rage in his black eyes to send the Devil packing for heaven. Jeb tugs his fingers from the rings in my belt but keeps a hand at my lower back. I touch my lips; they re throbbing and gluttonous, hungry for more. Wel, now, isn t that cozy? Morpheus s voice isn t liquid this time. It grates like rusted nails along my eardrums. He peels off his gloves and slaps them against his palm, wings droopy and trailing the floor like a cape. perhaps you might give Alyssa her lipstick back. We haven t time to find more before dinner. ”