Fingers In Hair Quotes

#1. What was a kiss without a kiss?
It was a tablecloth tugged from beneath a party service, everything jumbled against everything else in just a few chaotic moments. Fingers in hair. Hands cupping necks. Mouths dragged on cheeks and chins in dangerous proximity.

Maggie Stiefvater

#2. Sean takes my ponytail in his hand, his fingers touching my neck, and then he tucks my hair into my collar out of the reach of the wind. He avoids my gaze. Then he links his arm back around me and pushes his calf into Corr's side.

Maggie Stiefvater

#3. Oh baby, he whispers. Steps back. Out of the doorway. His face ashen. He walks slowly back to the kitchen. Leans over the counter. Puts his head in his hands. His hair falls over his fingers.
The bathroom door clicks shut.
She stays there for a long time.
He's pulling his hair out.

Lisa McMann

#4. Andie was a physical girl, and that's not code for 'It's all about the sex'. She was a hugger, a toucher, she was prone to running her fingers through my hair or down my back in a friendly scratch. She got reassurance and comfort from touching. And yes, fine, she also liked sex.

Gillian Flynn

#5. Mikhail stretched out on the bed, his head in her lap. "You are going to turn my well-ordered world upside down, are you not?"
She tunneled her fingers in his hair, enjoying the feel of its silky thickness against the bare skin of her hips and thighs. "I certainly intend to do my best.

Christine Feehan

#6. ... I craved to stroke that delicate skin and run my fingers through her tresses as she moaned with hunger. I would grip a thick section of her hair in my hands, wrap it around my fingers, and take her from behind. And she would scream my name.

Kenya Wright

#7. Time has stopped; time is racing. Lochie's lips are rough yet smooth, hard yet gentle. His fingers are strong: I feel them in my hair and on my neck and down my arms and against my back. And I never want him to let me go.

Tabitha Suzuma

#8. Seth let out a heavy sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. She had a point. Constant stops would put them at greater risk, especially when it came to Natti being seen. And obviously, it wasn't likely she'd stay in the car, even if he did ask. Maybe if he tied her up in the backseat?

Kelsey Ketch

#9. His hair, from much running of fingers
through it, radiates in all directions and surrounds his head
like a halo of glory, or like the second Corollary of Euclid
I. 32.

Lewis Carroll

#10. When she wound her fingers in his hair to draw her body against his, he stilled for breath, and she knew, as he knew, that they were lost. Lost forever. In this kiss. This kiss that would change everything.

Renee Ahdieh

#11. Damen pushed himself up on an elbow, and propped his head on his hand, his fingers in his hair. He saw that Laurent was looking at him. Not watching him, as he did sometimes, but looking at him, as a man might look at a carving that has caught his attention.

C.S. Pacat

#12. How long have you been drawing me?"
He sighted. A moment later his hand came to rest in her hair. His fingers twined in the strands. "My whole life.

Cassandra Clare

#13. I love you," he said, holding her close and running his fingers through her tangled hair as if he couldn't believe she was still in his arms. "I think you've cast a spell on me, wicked witch that you are."
Baba thought that if this is what it meant to be wicked, she was all for it.

Deborah Blake

#14. In his mind she lay at his lap with his fingers gliding thru her straight beautiful hair. He smiles and says your beauty lights up everything around you.

Rumi

#15. He tastes of white wine and apple pie and Christian. I run my fingers through his hair, holding him to me while our tongues explore and curl and twist around each other, my blood heating in my veins.We're breathless when Christian pulls away.

E.L. James

#16. He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

Lisa See

#17. Running my fingers into his thick hair, I wallow in the strength and heat surrounding me before he pulls away, giving me such a happy smile it makes my heart rattle inside my chest. There's nothing better in this whole world than to be held in someone's loving stare. A stare they reserve for you.

Poppet

#18. I always know exactly where you are in a room", he tells me without looking round. "I know how many times you run your fingers through your hair. I know when you look at me as well as the precise instant you look at anyone else.

Ann Aguirre

#19. I threaded my fingers into her hair and kissed her, leaving her no opportunity to think about what we were doing. I wanted her to feel what I felt. To revel in the pull, the attraction. Dammit, I wanted her to undeniably love me.

Katie McGarry

#20. He raked his fingers through his hair. "She doesn't need me."
Ralston smirked. "You are laboring under that mistaken impression that it is their job to need us. In my experience it is almost always the other way around.

Sarah MacLean

#21. I wind my fingers in his hair. It's thicker than mine, and curlier, and it shines golden in the firelight. There's a mole on his cheek that I've wanted to kiss since I was 12. I do.

Rainbow Rowell

#22. I can see his pain, see it in the way he runs his fingers through his hair, over and over, and I understand what it costs him to hide it all.

Libba Bray

#23. What will happen then?"
Ash stepped closer. His fingers came up to brush the hair from my face, sending an electric shock through me from my spine to my toes. His cool breath tickled my ear as he leaned in.
"I'll kill you.

Julie Kagawa

#24. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asked hoarsely.
Minka didn't answer. She simply reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him down for a searing kiss.

Paige Tyler

#25. I twist my fingers through his hair, press my lips to his cheek. The words tangle in my throat, being born and dying a thousand times. I love you.

Emily Henry

#26. Zane lifted his knee higher, gasping when it pulled Ty deeper. Ty groaned, unable to continue merely rocking his hips any longer. His hand left Zane's hair to slide up the back of his leg instead, fingers digging in as he pulled back and thrust in. Zane

Abigail Roux

#27. He slid his arms around her. "Is that how you fixed us together? Magic potions in my evening whisky?" She put her hands into his hair, twisting her fingers and tugging ever so slightly. "I didn't have to fix us. We came that way."
(Johnny and Delilah)

Deanna Raybourn

#28. And who died and made you boss?" But I knew a lost cause when I saw it and was already pulling my hair back with nimble fingers.
Niko slapped a shoulder holster against my chest. "No one. Like all truly great dictators, I seized that power myself. Now finish up. We leave in five minutes.

Rob Thurman

#29. Her skin was flawless and always cool, always pale; her body was long, like her hair, like her fingers, like her laughter; and her eyes, oh, her eyes, had every season of leaf in them: the twin greens of spring and high summer, the golds of autumn, and, in her rages, black midwinter rot.

Clive Barker

#30. I know that some night
in some bedroom
soon
my fingers will
rift
through
soft clean
hair

songs such as no radio
plays

all sadness, grinning
into flow.

Charles Bukowski

#31. How many hours can one person spend locked in a bathroom, looking at skin, hair, eyes. Feeling fingers, toes. And the absurdity of a belly button?

Mary E. Pearson

#32. When you tell me to be good, it makes me want to be good,' I say, hearing the undisguised desire in my voice. I run my fingers through the hair at her temples, taking her face between my palms, and she doesn't move. 'It also makes me want to be very, very bad.

Tammara Webber

#33. Did you know that your mouth, your skin, is so soft? All week, every time I've thought about it, my hands feel like they're buzzing. I love your hair. I love that it's short and so when I put my fingers through it, I can feel your whole nape bust out in goose pimples.

Mary Ann Rivers

#34. Holding my face with his hands, fingers buried deep in my hair, he stares down at me in the darkness.
It's always been you, Tru. Always.

Samantha Towle

#35. ... my fingers slowly threading through his hair as he explained in great detail how he planned on showing me when I got better just how much he loved me, so much detail I was sure my face was as red as a tomato, but boy did I have something to look forward to.

J. Lynn

#36. Everyone still sees the smiling Laura Palmer. The girl with perfect grades and perfect hair and perfect little fingers that want to sometimes, late at night, go into the mirror to strangle the daydreaming troublemaker I see in the reflection!

Jennifer Lynch

#37. Brent ... " She gasps, fingers running through my hair. "This is real. Tell me this is real."
My eyes jerk up to hers and I cup her jaw in one hand. "It's real. This is so real I can't stop shaking.

Emma Chase

#38. His hands are on my back, in my hair, on my hips. His fingers move like I'm Braille, like he's trying to read me just by touching me.

Lara Zielin

#39. Her fingers moved gently in his hair. She looked up and across the barn, and her lips came together and smiled mysteriously.

John Steinbeck

#40. the desire to see him, to kiss him again, to let him put his fingers in my hair - is a monstrous, constant, crawling feeling in my blood and bones. It

Lauren Oliver

#41. She remembered her fingers threaded through his hair and his kisses in places that made her long for him years later.

Whitney Otto

#42. Death like a lover, caressing him, promising him peace, running its fingers through his hair, its tongue in his ear. She put her own two fingers in her mouth. Im so sorry. And pulled the trigger

Janet Fitch

#43. He watched me rake my fingers through the tangles in my hair and smiled.
"Quit it. You're fucking beautiful."
"Just point me to the nearest eighties rock video," I said.

Jamie McGuire

#44. Max ran his fingers across his temple as he tugged his hair away from his bottomless, green eyes. I was so caught in his web. He could devour me and there was nothing I would do to stop him. I couldn't flutter free or escape the trance he had over me.

Gretchen De La O

#45. Maybe one day you'll come to love me as much as I do you." She frowned and pushed up on his shoulders so they were facing each other. "I happen to adore you, vampire." Her hands laced around his neck, and she twined her fingers in his hair. "No, I'm absolutely certain I love you more.

Kresley Cole

#46. As he presses me against the car and his fingers tangle in my hair, I find myself hoping-and fearing-that I'll never be the object of such a love, one that could bring a man to his knees and never let him stand again.

Jeri Smith-Ready

#47. That, too, is an itch - the desire to see him, to kiss him again, to let him put his fingers in my hair - is a monstrous, constant, crawling feeling in my blood and bones.
It's worse than a disease. It's a poison.
And I like it.

Lauren Oliver

#48. When he threaded his fingers through her hair and tugged her lips to his, she had melted in his arms, crumbled into infinite pieces, and allowed every single one of them to merge into him. Her

Sonali Dev

#49. I crossed the room, and what you did was to feel my hair over and over again and in different ways, touch it, with the palm of your hand ... felt it, strands of hair, with your fingers, touched it as if it were cloth, the way a child touches its favorite surfaces.

Edna O'Brien

#50. He kissed her, and knew he was trying to tell her the depth of how he felt. Even as he lost himself in her, felt her hair sweep across his face, his chest, her lips meet his skin, her fingers, he understood that there were people for whom one other was their missing part.

Jojo Moyes

#51. I bunch Rachel's hair in my fist. The silky strands rub the spot between my fingers and I press my lips to her head. My heart hurts and soars and hurts again, all at the same time. I said I love her. Love her.

Katie McGarry

#52. He splayed his fingers in her hair and stared at her for a few moments. "I'm giving in to the need to do what I wanted the minute I saw ye exit the Land Rover with the Scottish gales blowing about yer golden hair."
"What?"
"I'm going to kiss ye.

Vonnie Davis

#53. Beth's fingers trembled in his hair, and her forehead dropped against his. A heavy, wet tear fell onto Lincoln's lips, and he licked it. He pulled her close, as close as he could. Like he didn't care for the moment whether she could breathe. Like there were two of them and only one parachute.

Rainbow Rowell

#54. It wasn't a little kiss, Not like your first peck or like the time you made out with your junior high boyfriend behind the movie theater. It was throw-your-arms-around-his-neck, bury-your-fingers-in-his-hair, why-haven't-we-done-this-before kissing

Jenna Evans Welch

#55. Gotcha!" he says, and smirks. He grabs me around my waist and pulls me up against him. "You are incorrigible, Miss Steele," he murmurs, staring down into my eyes as he weaves his fingers into my hair, holding me firmly in place. He kisses me, hard, and I cling on to his muscular arms for support.

E.L. James

#56. I thought about how I'd held her in my arms and run my hand through her hair, along her cheeks, and down her neck, how her lower lip opened just slightly when I brushed my fingers against her breast ...

Terry Tarnoff

#57. I buried my fingers in her thick, silky hair. Her teeth brushed my neck, her scent filling my lungs, and I tightened my grip, growling against her ear. Dream come true.

Lisa Kessler

#58. Syren used the belt to yank him closer. "Give me."

"No." Tender fingers grazed his cheeks then settled in Syren's hair, tugging gently until he looked up. "Take.

Avril Ashton

#59. The sun weeps because it can no longer caress your skin or warm your lips." He sifted his fingers through my hair. "I do not envy the sun, Eva. But I truly hate the moon, because its light touches you in all the ways I cannot.

Michele Bardsley

#60. I like her. Not the body she comes in.
"Are you indecisive?" I wonder. "It looks like you have the rainbow in there."
"Precisely." She smiles, licking the chocolate off her fingers. "Unicorns love rainbows. I love unicorns. Therefore thy hair must be a rainbow.

Krista Ritchie

#61. His fingers settled on her hair. The purest, softest shade of black. The shade one saw when one closed one's eyes, in a warm, comfortable place, to rest.

Meredith Duran

#62. Our fingers are in each other's hair, and his breath is in the hallow of my neck, and I wish the world would swallow us here, whole, in this moment. And that's when it hits me that this - this - is falling in love.

Stephanie Perkins

#63. I'll always be here, Cole. You have me. All of me. My body. My heart. It's all yours for the taking." Tangling my fingers in his hair, I pull his face to mine and let our heated breath mingle. "So take it.

Kimberly Lewis

#64. Romeo leaned forward and lifted my chin with his fingers. My eyes connected with his and this ... this current went through the room. His fingers slid from beneath my chin and tucked the hair behind my ear. "You're beautiful," he said, a hint of surprise in his tone.

Cambria Hebert

#65. Echo withdrew into her hair the moment she entwined her fingers with mine. I hadn't touched weed in over a week yet somehow i floated above the ground, my blood ran warm in my veins and i felt high-no, not high ... invicible.

Katie McGarry

#66. Abra looked at his sunny hair, tight-curled now, and at the eyes that seemed so near to tears, and she felt the longing and itching burn in her chest that is the beginning of love. Also, she wanted to touch Aron, and she did. She put her hand on his arm and felt him shiver under her fingers.

John Steinbeck

#67. Butters," rumbled Skaldi Hair Ball. If he really had broken fingers, it didn't look like they were bothering him much. "When are you going to get in this ring and train like a man?"
"About five minutes after I get a functional lightsaber," Butters replied easily, much to Hair Ball's amusement.

Jim Butcher

#68. Take me home. But this was home, Jace's arms surrounding her, the cold wind of Alicante in their clothes, her fingers digging into the back of his neck, the place where his hair curled softly against the skin

Cassandra Clare

#69. I want to soothe him, want to stroke his cheek and run my fingers through his hair. I want to pull his head to my breast and whisper soft words, and I want to make love to him slowly and sweetly until the shadows of the night are gone and the morning light bathes us in color.

J. Kenner

#70. She followed the melting flakes, revelling in the thickness, the softness of his hair, which he wore long. She had loved to run her fingers through it before. Tug at it in mounting pleasure. Snuggle into it in the shared intimacy of their loving.

Charlotte Featherstone

#71. He meant to go lightly, cautiously, sweetly. First kiss, first date. But she curled her fingers in his hair, pressed her hot little body against his, and kissed him back as if they had been dating for a good long while! As if he wanted him like he wanted her.

Now this was more like it.

Terry Spear

#72. Martin tangled his fingers fiercely in Alastair's hair

Jay Northcote

#73. I don't love you," he ground out, biting her lip.
Sophie wound her arms around his neck, her fingers in his hair as she kissed him gently. "I don't love you either," she whispered, holding him close and rocking the last ebbs of pleasure out of him. "I don't love you either.

Kitty French

#74. Tristan grabs my chin and pulls it toward him and then we're ripping off our masks and kissing, his lips so soft and yet moving fiercely against mine. I wrap a hand around the back of his head, lace my fingers through his hair, breathe him in, kiss him back. My heart blossoms.

David Estes

#75. I would remain nearer you for what time there is."
"Gone in one faerie sigh," she quoted.
Leather-clad fingers brushed over her short hair, rested on her cheek. "I can hold my breath.

Holly Black

#76. tongue across the head of his cock, then lick down his shaft slowly. He moves his hands to my head, tangling his fingers in the back of my hair, and I take his whole cock, hard and throbbing, into my mouth. I slide my lips down and then up, down and up, consuming him.

Eve Jagger

#77. The warrior who had gone out from the lake to save his people by slaying the evil one was now just a boy sitting in the dirt with his fingers in a mane of blond hair.
He stared at nothing. Expected nothing. Planned nothing.
Just sat.

Michael Grant

#78. Bryn," I murmured, twisting around to see his sleeping face steeped in the brightness of the day. I stroked my fingers down his cheek and ran my hands through his silky mane of black hair. I must be dead, I mused, for certainly waking up in Bryn's arms is heaven.

D.T. Dyllin