E.M. Denning Quotes

One month. Thirty days. I could bury myself in my art and forget the feel of his lips sliding across mine. I could forget the scent of his cologne, the way my body reacted when he touched me.

I sighed. Thirty days suddenly seemed like an eternity.

There was no slow build. No peaceful meander to the summit. It was like sheet lighting stretching across a stormy sky - beautiful and blinding. I leaned forward and seized his mouth with mine.

Eli had shone a light into my world, he'd lit up the dark corners just by existing and even if I walked away now, I knew I'd ache for him.

Stick with me, kid. I've got this." His words were an echo of a promise he made long ago, not long after we first met. He always knew exactly what to say, to do, and that's the reason I didn't move away when he brought his lips down to mine. It's the reason I let my hands slide over his bare chest. They mimicked the way his tongue slid along my lower lip when I sighed and melted into him.

The room was filled with a strange vibe of awkwardness that I was sure could only be dissolved by kissing him again or running away.

It's always the ones we're not supposed to have who are the most irresistible.

Not only were my nerves shot, but my body was a traitor. I didn't want to melt against him. I didn't want to enjoy the feeling of his lips sliding across my skin. I didn't want to like the possessive way his fingers dug into my waist or the way his erection pressed against me.

Through a veil of tears I watched the city get smaller and smaller. It was funny, because it sort of felt as if my heart was doing the same thing.