Caress Quote by Sylvia Townsend Warner

His finger flicked open a button on my cardigan-then two, three, four. It tumbled off my shoulders, leaving me in my camisole. He pushed…

— Becca Fitzpatrick

My body cheerfully informed me that he felt really good pressed against me like that, all hard muscles and smooth contours and ominous bulges.…

— Karen Chance

I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away…

— Madeline Miller

He splayed a hand out over the photographs, trembling fingers not quite touching the shiny surface, and then he turned and leaned toward me,…

— Diana Gabaldon

He raised his hand, hesitant, conflict raging in his eyes, and then swiftly brushed the length of my cheekbone with his fingertips. His skin…

— Stephenie Meyer

His hands as he worked were deft and sure, but so gentle -- he was being careful not to hurt me any more than…

— Anonymous

I wanted him. I arched my back, fully aware of how vulnerable that made me and that I was giving him an invitation. He…

— Richelle Mead

I kissed him, trying to bring him back. I kissed him and let my lips rest against his so that our breath mingled and…

— Jojo Moyes

He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He…

— Becca Fitzpatrick

The wolf stared down at me, paws still on my chest, its shaggy tail thumping from side tot side and spraying us both with…

— Jennifer Estep

With a gentle pressure, our lips met. His hands slipped more firmly about me, and I held myself back, not afraid, but wanting to…

— Kim Harrison

He put his hand on my waist, and my heart began to pound, a rougher rhythm than the music. I held my skirt. Our…

— Gail Carson Levine