His Fingers Quotes

#1. With an embarrassingly little amount of effort on his part, he twisted the Glock out of her fingers and flung it across the drive...
"Going so soon?" he asked.
"The company isn't to my liking.

Avery Flynn

#2. He took her hand in his and kissed her fingers, then shook his head. "I wouldn't have let you get away. I was angry and I acted foolishly, but I would have gotten you back. Whatever it took, I would have gotten you back. You're my answer, Zoe. You're my salvation.

Elliot Mabeuse

#3. Maya wrapped one leg around him, writhing against him as she threaded her fingers through his hair and held him to her, urging him on.
"Never stop touching me that way," Maya rasped.

Sara Humphreys

#4. Adam's hands wrapped around her waist, his fingers splayed across her lower back, pulling her against him and eliminating the space between them. His kiss deepened as his tongue moved against hers.

Andrea Johnson Beck

#5. And then I return to find your dumb ass hanging out in the street by the car, practically saying Take me! I'm all yours! he said in a feminine voice, wiggling his fingers.

Dannika Dark

#6. 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

#7. In three long strides, Chris was leaning into me, pressing my back up against the building His palms flattened against mine, our fingers interlocking above my head. "Let me uncomplicate things for you." He closed his eyes, leaned his head forward, and pressed his lips against mine.

Andrea K. Robbins

#8. One by one they dissapeared Pumpkin last of all.
The last May saw of himwas his sad face under his waving tuft of hair and then his long fingers,reaching out toward her for a hug that would never happen now as they turned around the bend.

Jodi Lynn Anderson

#9. I ran my fingers over the black ink. "They're holy to you."
Alex flexed his fingers. "They are now.

Laura Bickle

#10. He rolled the other way and watched the digital display of his alarm ticking seconds off he'd never get back. This is the life we're given. One life. One opportunity to be happy, to make others happy, and I'm letting it slip through my fingers because I'm afraid.

Barbara Elsborg

#11. Yeah, about that," says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. "Don't try something like that again." "Or what?" I ask. "Or ... or ... " He can't think of anything good. "Just give me a minute.

Suzanne Collins

#12. She waits for his reprimand or words of disapproval.
He kisses her instead. Hard. Lips demanding, fingers tightening on her chin. He consumes her with this single act.

Laura Kreitzer

#13. Then, before Rhun charges, I leap from him, running toward the dead. His steps beat after me, and I hold out my hand. Our fingers link. The dead slather gleefully and lick their lips. It is the third night of Samhain, and we run together.

Tessa Gratton

#14. When she had gone, Thorne let out a low whistle. "I know, I know. She seems a little" - crossing his eyes, he swirled both fingers around his ears - "but it's really part of her charm, once you get to know her.

Marissa Meyer

#15. I have an independent record label called Favored Nations on which I released an album by an artist called Johnny A, who plays an arch top Gibson through a Marshall, but the tone is all in his fingers.

Steve Vai

#16. Angel?" he whispered in the dark. "Yes?" "What does it feel like to love someone?" A lump caught in my throat and I lightly ran my fingers down his bare arm. "It feels like this." "That's what I thought." -Erin McCarthy/The Coming Dark

Erin McCarthy

#17. He slipped off my shoes and began massaging the soles of my feet with his skilled hands. If it's one thing a guitarist knows, it's how to use his fingers.

Dannika Dark

#18. Webster, as if he's done it every day of his life, as if he did it just the day before, trails his fingers from the small of Sheila's back to the nape of her neck.
Sheila turns her head, "Go slowly and be careful," she says.

Anita Shreve

#19. He leaned closer and his lips found hers, pressing her into the soft pillows. She gasped and dug her fingers into his shirt, afraid he would pull away before she could memorize this moment. But he didn't pull away, and Cress gradually dared to kiss him back.

Marissa Meyer

#20. I decide I'm not dead because I can hear the sound of the rain hitting the roof of the car. I'm alive because I'm listening to the rain, and the rain becomes the hand of God strumming his fingers on the roof, deciding what to do.

Lisa Genova

#21. Cal curled his fingers around mine and raised my left hand to the brownish flower. There was a callus on his thumb that should have been irritating against my skin.

Rachel Hawkins

#22. You must find a boy your own age. Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite by its long stem with his eyes lowered. Someone whose fingers are a poem.

Janet Fitch

#23. This, my children," Alistair said proudly, "was barbecue pork." Dan rapped his fingers against the latch. "Been out in the sun for a long time.

Peter Lerangis

#24. She'd never seen a boy with hands like that, with long, delicate fingers, beautiful but still masculine. His fingernails were long too, almost crystalline, tapered to points. They were the kind of hands you'd expect to see under lace cuffs, like Mozart or something.

Kelly Creagh

#25. 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

#26. With his fingers, he followed the shape of her chin, her jaw, and learned her features, committing them to memory. Her face was small, her bones fragile. Exquisite.

Sofia Grey

#27. Come on," Zane taunted with a sharp thrust. He dug his fingers into Ty's hips, trying for any small bit of control he could get. "Paint the door for me, and you'll be feeling my cum drip out of you the rest of the night." Ty

Abigail Roux

#28. I think it's very instructive to look at a man like Ramsey Ahmad Yousef, who almost brought down the World Trade Center in 1993. He's short some fingers, his body is scarred, he's missing an eye - because he was practicing and not getting it right. But eventually they get it right.

Michael Scheuer

#29. Hmm ... " Jason snapped his fingers. "I can call a friend for a ride."
Percy raised his eyebrows. "Oh, yeah? Me too. Let's see whose friend gets here first.

Rick Riordan

#30. Music overwhelmed me, soaked into my skin like water. I didn't have words for the squiggles and dashes across the pages, or the way his fingers stretched across the keys to make my heart race. If I could hear only one thing for the rest of my life, this was what I wanted.

Jodi Meadows

#31. She reached down, found his hand with hers.

Their fingers tangled, wrists pressed together.

No pulse between them.

Emily Lloyd-Jones

#32. He stands watching me, motionless in those drawstring pants, his legs braced in a fighting stance, his eyes bursting with need. His broad shoulders jerk with his breaths, and he curls his fingers into fists at his sides. The deep roughness of his voice scrapes my flesh. Come here then.

Katy Evans

#33. We were lovers,' he says dramatically. 'I was very convincing.' Livia giggles and reaches up to stroke his hair. Hank pretends not to notice Livia's hand as it crawls across his cheek, and it turns into a game. Her fingers pet his lips as he mumbles through them, 'What part do you want?

Rachel M. Wilson

#34. Harry took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls.

J.K. Rowling

#35. He pinched the remaining chapters' pages delicately between his fingers and sighed. He always hated reaching the end of a good book.

David S.E. Zapanta

#36. His hand lay across my stomach as he slept soundly. I entwined my fingers with his and breathed through the warmth that seeped through my chest. Such a simple, sweet thing to do, yet holding hands in bed was incredibly intimate.

N.R. Walker

#37. And somewhere he was laughing, in a white-painted loft, distant fingers caressing the deck, tears of release streaking his face.

William Gibson

#38. I dropped my eyes, kneading the dying flesh of his feet between my fingers. For a moment, I felt afraid, as if accepting his words would somehow betray my own father. But when I looked up, I saw Morrie smiling through tears and I knew there was no betrayal in a moment like this. All

Mitch Albom

#39. I hesitate a moment. Wearing his dressing gown seems a bit cutesy. A bit Let me put on your great big manly shirt and allow the sleeves to flap endearingly around my fingers. But I have no choice.

Sophie Kinsella

#40. Ramil met Tashi's eyes with a mischievous look. "Now Wife we have a long voyage ahead of us with no interruptions, no affairs of state to sidetrack us." He brushed his fingers againist the lacings of her neck. "Isn't it time you returned that shirt to its owner?

Julia Golding

#41. Is that a yes?" he asked, pushing his fingers through my hair, fanning it out around my shoulders and searching my face intently. "Please let it be yes," he said with a gravelly edge. "Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you, even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.

Becca Fitzpatrick

#42. I took his hand, brought it to my hip. "I've been the only person to give myself an orgasm for the past year." Moving his fingers to the edge of my dress, I whispered, "Can you change that?

Christina Lauren

#43. I close my eyes as he finger-fucks me. I whimper, groaning his name. "Lorenzo."
Pulling his hand away, he reaches for me, and I open my eyes in just enough time to see it as his fingers brush against my mouth. My lips part, and he pushes his fingers in, the taste of both of us on my tongue.

J.M. Darhower

#44. 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

#45. His lips brushed my forehead. "Look at me." I sighed and opened my eyes. His fingers traced my jawline. "Just be with me. That's all. I don't have an agenda or a time frame. If it takes fifty years to break down that wall, I'll be there." - Aren from Hunter's Moon

Lisa Kessler

#46. What sort of life would his be if, day and night, shadows of his crime were to peer at him from silent corners, to mock him from secret places, to whisper in his ear as he sat at the feast, to wake him with icy fingers as he lay asleep!

Oscar Wilde

#47. In case I get busy in there and don't say it, thank you." "For?" Tate asked as his eyes softened. Logan squeezed his fingers, and as they started walking inside, he answered, "Always being willing to try.

Ella Frank

#48. The icon receded, and the word "PASSWORD" came up front, bold and center, with a blinking space to fill. Jayce reached again for his ear, but caught himself. He moved his fingers, entering "p.a.s.s.w.o.r.d." into the space. "ACCESS DENIED," it read. Hmmm.

Josh Barkey

#49. 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

#50. She very nearly reached for his hand, but curled her fingers into a fist instead. He wouldn't appreciate her pity, and how did you pity a man who'd survived hell? You didn't pity him. You admired him.

Maya Banks

#51. That's a lovely piece," Kat said, pointing at a Louise XV armoire near the fireplace.
The man raised his eyebrows. "Did you come to steal it?"
"Darn it," Kat said with a snap of her fingers."I knew I should have brought my big purse.

Ally Carter

#52. A mortal had woven it, a man who, having caught sight of the Seelie queen, had spent the remainder of his short life weaving depictions of her. He had died of starvation, raw, red fingers staining the final tapestry.

Holly Black

#53. I like your hair down." He twisted his fingers through the curls.
My eyes drifted shut as I relaxed next to him. "It's a mess. I need to get a haircut."
Hayden's fingers stilled. "No. You shouldn't cut your hair. It's beautiful."
I would never cut my hair. Ever.

Jennifer L. Armentrout

#54. Rough fingers palmed his throat. "Can you forget that, amante?" Soft kisses brushed his forehead, nose and eyes. "I can't. I dare you to try." Pagan moved away, taking his heat with him.

Avril Ashton

#55. Amadeus reached up with both hands, holding her face so that his fingers rested on the back of her neck.

Grey Liliy

#56. He grips my shoulder. His fingers dig in the knotted muscles in a way that feels good. Brotherly.

Holly Black

#57. Evening, lads." The redhead curled her fingers around the back of Sullivan's neck and pulled his head in for a quick kiss. "Hey, baby, I missed you." It took a few head-scratching seconds to realize that he was looking at Isabel Roma.

Elle Kennedy

#58. Steele's tongue was right there, pushing Tech's ass higher so he could lick that sweet hole. Tech went crazy on top of him, driving his ass down on his mouth while Steele fucked him with his fingers. "Ohhh.

A.E. Via

#59. I'm the dark secret that he can't keep hidden - his crossed fingers - his hold-my-breath-to-keep-from-feeling. But I make him feel everything.

Amy A. Bartol

#60. I'm mesmerized by the way his fingers move confidently along her skin, as though her body is his to reat and touch and tend to. She was mine before she was yours: The words are there, unexpectedly, surging from my throat to my tongue. I swallow them back.

Lauren Oliver

#61. Each evening she held his head in her hands and ran her aching fingers thru the thick ruff of fur around his neck. He burrowed against her, sighing devotion.

Meg Rosoff

#62. Leo leaned forward and met her soft lips. Their first underwater kiss created bubbles that floated lazily to the surface. Audrey ran her fingers through his coarse hair, and they lingered until his lungs were bursting.

Jennifer Lane

#63. I took out my grenade and put my fingers inside the pin. 'Do you boys want this to be your last meal, or do you want to answer his question?

Ishmael Beah

#64. She has her fingers curled tightly around his forefinger and I have hold of her perfect pink foot, and I feel as though fireworks are going off in my chest. It's impossible, this much love.

Paula Hawkins

#65. Has any woman ever touched you?" she asked as she splayed her fingers over his thigh.
"No."
"Do you want a woman to touch you?"
"No."
She stilled, and Clay pushed himself up. He cradled her check in his palm. "I want you to touch me.

Lorraine Heath

#66. Don't hide from me." He burrowed his fingers into her hair and used it to gently tug her head back to face him. "You don't ever get to hide from me. I'm the man who loves you.

Renee Rose

#67. Rincewind gave his fingers a long shocked stare, as one might regard a gun that has been hanging on the wall for decades and has suddenly gone off and perforated the cat.

Terry Pratchett

#68. As [John Heartfield] was playing with the fire of appearance, reality took fire around him ... The scraps of photographs that he formerly manoeuvred for the pleasure of stupification, under his fingers began to signify.

Louis Aragon

#69. He let her do it, then looked around for his fingers. There they were, curled like a bloody quotation mark on the lead. He laughed.

Philip Pullman

#70. He silenced the thought, already itching to get inside her, his tongue, or his fingers, or his cock. After all these years of wanting, he would gladly accept whatever access to her body she gave him. He just wanted in.

Amber Belldene

#71. He felt like that: like a dark, curling force was working through him. It flooded to the tips of his fingers and warmed him. It spread his ribs wide with each breath.

Marie Rutkoski

#72. locked his fingers on the arm of his

Donna Leon

#73. 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

#74. Don't," I whispered, curling my fingers tight around his. "Don't. It's over. Over for everybody. Just let it be over, Manny. Yeah?" He held my gaze as his hand squeezed mine hard before he said, "Yeah, Frankie." I gave him another smile. He gave me one and let me go.

Kristen Ashley

#75. She tiptoed her fingers along his back. "Were you really making love to me?"
He rolled back over onto her. "If you have to ask, then I'm obviously not doing it well enough. Let me try a bit more diligently before I go searching for a dragon.

Lorraine Heath

#76. We're strong together, Hayley. Stronger then we are apart."
"I don't feel strong," I whisper.
"Then I'll be strong enough for both of us."
My fingers dig into his shoulders and I cling to him.
"I love you.

Katie McGarry

#77. Ah!' said David, twiddling his fingers with glee as she poured him a cup. 'May the sun shine upon your splendid bosom in all eight kingdoms, Sarah lass!

Henry H. Neff

#78. I could not think of anything but his fingers on my neck, his thumb on my lips.

Tracy Chevalier

#79. 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

#80. She let him finish, scratching his head with the tips of her fingers, and without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#81. There are plastic bags with zippers on them. I've seen them in commercials," Dragos said to her. He snapped his fingers, trying to remember the name. "You put food in them."
"Ziploc bags?" she asked in a cautious voice.
He pointed at her. "Yes. I want one.

Thea Harrison

#82. I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe.

Veronica Roth

#83. But then he touched the flowers
With the dry tips of his fingers.
Tell me how men kiss you.
Tell me how you kiss.

Anna Akhmatova

#84. If some crazy bastard tossed you into a lake when you couldn't swim, and you learned to swim like that" - Bickel snapped his fingers - "and you found then you could just keep on going, wouldn't you swim like hell to get away from the crazy bastard?

Frank Herbert

#85. Everywhere was filled with painful, jarring reminders of what I'd lost: an elderly couple sitting on a bench, gnarly, arthritic fingers interlaced; a handsome young man in a baseball cap whispering something in his pregnant wife's ear, his arm draped protectively around her shoulders.

Catherine Sanderson

#86. He held up his right hand and spread my fingers out in a fan. I held up my left hand and spread my fingers out in a fan and we made our fingers and thumbs touch each other.

Mark Haddon

#87. His burning gaze snags on my braid, following it across my shoulder and over the swell of my breast. As his eyes dip, his lips part, and his fingers twitch on his thigh. My

Amanda Bouchet

#88. The touch of his fingers sent her heart to dancing, and her mind flitted to being held in his arms after he had saved her

Melanie Dickerson

#89. My skin came alive under his fingers, every touch an electric crackle through my veins.

Andrea Cremer

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

Whitney Otto

#91. Wriggling around, two fingers deep in my back end like some teenage boy unsure what he should be tugging at inside his girlfriend's nether region I wrestled a fifty free.

David Louden

#92. Are you real?" He whispered, brushing up my face with the back of his fingers in a cherishing caress. "Because I'll want you forever.

Raine Miller

#93. You should be dead," he said, his voice full of wonder. "How is it that you're still alive?"
Jaw clenched, I worked at his grip on me, trying to get my fingers between him and my wrist. "I work hard at it.

Kim Harrison

#94. I peel
hiss tense fingers
on his right hand
away from
the steering wheel,
one
two
three
four
five.
With each finger,
the scowl
diappears
a little more. when i place
his hand on
my leg
and gently
caress it, he smiles.
That's better.

Lisa Schroeder

#95. Their touch triggered an electric spasm of agony. He felt the gushing warmth of blood on his fingers. [Charles Meredith]

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#96. Come on, baby." Paris combed his fingers through her hair. "Look past my terrible personality and hideous looks and throw me a bone. Teach me how to woo you properly."
She snorted. "I'd argue the hideous looks part."
"But not the terrible personality? Ouch. That hurts, baby.

Gena Showalter

#97. I placed my hand on his chest. "You don't need to worry about Reece."
"I know, I know. He's nothing compared to my magnificence." His fingers stroked mine and his eyes softened. "But just out of curiosity, how do you feel about getting my name tattooed on your forehead?

Kylie Scott

#98. Please, can you just stop being such a bitch for two fucking minutes? Jesus."
He ran his hand through his hair, clenching his fingers near his scalp.
I gave him a scathing look and turned away again. "Fuck you. You're not queer enough to call me a bitch.

Amelia C. Gormley

#99. A purple African violet so lush and fleshy it looked edible ... his fingers as cool and smooth as beach stones.

Wally Lamb

#100. The light played across the planes of his strong hands and forearms, allowing her to note the minuscule shifting of muscles signaling his next move. His shapely fingers moved with practical ease, and he unclasped the belt. The kilt dropped.

Angela Quarles