“You can kiss me if you like, she said. Alex let go of her and turned away. Thanks, Fiona, he said. But frankly I d prefer to kiss the horse.”
“He’d never forgotten the sweep of her soft mouth against his, the taste of her sweetness, like strawberries, and the way she fired his insides to life.”
“Try it again, I said. Kiss me. No, he said. Kiss me. No, And then he smiled. You kiss me. I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him toward me. And kissed him. I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And he kept kissing me back.”
“Aw, kiss him, Gwen, clamored a hundred perky eggs. Shut up, she rebuked. We don t even know him, and until moments ago we thought he was dead. That s no way to start a relationship.”
“She opened her mouth to answer, but he was already kissing her. She had kissed him so many times—soft gentle kisses, hard and desperate ones, brief brushes of the lips that said good-bye, and kisses that seemed to go on for hours—and this was no different. The way the memory of someone who had once lived in a house might linger even after they were gone, like a sort of psychic imprint, her body remembered Jace. Remembered the way he tasted, the slant of his mouth over hers, his scars under her fingers, the shape of his body under her hands.”
“You ve got an awfully kissable mouth.”
“We kissed for about the thousandth time, No promises, no demands, Just solid rebuilding of shattered trust.”
“She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness.”
“She is so lovely she could kill you without you even noticing it. A monster girl who knows when to kiss and when to kill.”
“She turned suddenly, and before I could react, framed my face with her hands and pressed her lips to mine. I froze, mostly in shock, but after a moment my body uncoiled and I closed my eyes, relaxing into her. I remembered this; the feel of her lips on mine, cool and soft, the touch of her fingers on my skin. I remembered her scent, those long nights when we would lie under the cold, frozen stars, dreaming in each other’s arms. For a second, my body reacted instinctively. I started to pull us closer, to wrap my arms around her and return the kiss with equal passion…but, then I stopped. I remembered this perfectly; every shining moment with Ariella was forever etched into my mind. What we’d had, what we’d shared, everything. I’d built a shrine to her in my memories, carefully tended with grief and anger and regret. I knew every inch of our relationship, the passion, the feeling of emptiness when we weren’t together, the longing and, yes, the love. I had been in love with Ariella. I remembered what she’d meant to me once, what I’d felt for her then… …and what I didn’t feel for her now.”
“What you should really be sorry for, he continued, is that for the rest of my life, I ll have to avoid wine cellars to keep from thinking about you. Why? Was kissing me that bad? A devil-solf whisper. No sweetheart. It was that good.”
“Don t you want me to kiss you goodbye, sweetie? Kiss a cow farm boy”
“A kiss, when all is told, what is it? An oath taken a little closer, a promise more exact. A wish that longs to be confirmed, a rosy circle drawn around the verb to love . A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear, a moment of infinity humming like a bee, a communion tasting of flowers, a way of breathing in a little of the heart and tasting a little of the soul with the edge of the lips!”
“It wasn t the sort of kiss I d had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn t the sort of kiss I d had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them.”
“And yes, when he kisses you, the rest of the world disappears and your brain shuts off and all you can feel are his lips and nothing else matters.”
“Kiss me “You’re a fucking nightmare.” “Kiss me.” “You’re ruining my life.” “Kiss me, Jethro. Kiss me.”
“Por una mirada un mundo; por una sonrisa, un cielo; por un beso…¡yo no sé qué te diera por un beso!”