Quote by Christa Faust

“The look on his face said he knew exactly what I meant, and the pleasure of being recognized was like fingers tracing my back.”

— Lara Avery

“And while his fingers explored, his eyes stayed on mine, filling the silence, and in them I saw the piece of me that he…

— Kate Stewart

“Belly?” he called. “Belly, are you here?”

— Christa Faust

“Our fingers unlace so slowly that I am certain some part of me has been left behind on her fingertips.”

— Mary E. Pearson

“But then I can’t think of anything at all, for his hand has slipped around my waist to pull me toward him. Holding my…

— Rae Carson

“floor. He handed me one. I took it from his outstretched hand then followed several steps behind. Part of me was relieved he didn’t…

— Nikki Jefford

“Afterwards we lay together. I ran my fingers over his chest. I did not attempt to trace the patterns that wrote themselves at a…

— K.J. Charles

“I closed my eyes and leaned back into his body; his fingers kneaded my hips, caressed my stomach. God, it felt good.”

— Andrea Cremer

“I swear," he whispered, "my fingertips could sink right into you.”

— Calia Read

“Weirdly, strangely—wonderfully—he knew this was the moment he was touching the bottom, and he understood that from now on, however gradually, he would begin…

— Charlaine Harris

“Involuntarily, I reached out, as though I might heal him with a touch and erase the marks with my fingers.”

— Diana Gabaldon

“I curl my fingers into my palm to make up for the fact that they're not wrapped around his.”

— Abby McDonald