His Hand In Mine Quotes

#1. He smiled, fitting his hand in mine. "Parker, I love you."
"Sandeke, I see your love, and I raise you a secret handshake.

Penny Reid

#2. I take his hand in mine, running my fingers over the palm. His hands are lovely and lean, and I can't help thinking about those hands on my body. The sexiest part of a man is his hands.

Candace Bushnell

#3. I want you. Feeling the grip of his hand in mine, the brush of skin on mine, seeing the way he moved in front of me, equal parts human and wolf, and remembering his smell - I ached with wanting to kiss him.

Maggie Stiefvater

#4. I felt his other hand sear hot against my cheek. He bent his head, and in a voice that Jack couldn't hear, said, "When you came down the stairs, and fell into me, that was the moment." Then his lips pressed against mine.

Sarah Alderson

#5. He pointed to the board where the word 'alliteration' had been written in handwriting far better than mine, which on good days looks like it came from the hand of a blind doctor writing his own morphine scripts in an earthquake.

Robert Wilder

#6. She was dead set on becoming his mate, regardless of how he felt." A little growl slipped through me. "Mate," Dastien said softly to me. I tried to breathe through the jealousy. Dastien placed his warm hand in mine and calm poured into me.

Aileen Erin

#7. An instant later, a silk hat materialised in the air beside me, considerably down and to the left, and my special, only technically unassigned cohort grinned up at me - for a moment, I rather thought he was going to slip his hand into mine.

J.D. Salinger

#8. I am so in love with you," I told him.
He smiled graciously and pressed his nose and cheek to mine with a hand on my jaw.
"I'm so in love with you."
"I know," I said happily and smiled through the rain on my cheeks.

Shelly Crane

#9. With my portfolio and latte in hand, I finally make my way out the door. This time, I take a prolonged look over my shoulder. As the door closes, Brad's eyes meet mine, and the corners of his lips rise sweetly. Adorable. Absolutely adorable.

Beth Michele

#10. There was something behind the softness that intertwined our fingers together - love? It felt different from two days ago. All I could think about was his smooth hand, wrapped in mine. It was more than affection - but I wasn't sure how much more, or if that would ever change.

Alysha Speer

#11. Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward his nose and took a sniff and then another one. His smile widened though it was still shy. It was absolutely adorable and my breath got caught somewhere in my throat.

Maggie Stiefvater

#12. He leaned in. "Kiss me, one last time."
I called up a distant memory of his lips against mine. But this time, I kept my eyes open.
When he pulled back, Logan passed his hand over my hair. "Don't forget me, okay?

Jeri Smith-Ready

#13. Raking a hand through his hair, he forced his attention to the text she'd left on the coffee table, refusing to dwell on the disconcerting fact that a part of him had taken one look at the lass in such proximity to his bed and said simply: Mine

Karen Marie Moning

#14. Come with me outside," he says, and I feel his hand on mine. "We won't go far." I can't see him; but I hear a complicated mix of emotion in his voice and feel it in the way he touches me. Love, concern, and something unusual, something bittersweet.

Ally Condie

#15. Noah held my hand and my bag as he escorted me to the third floor - the Women's Pavilion. The elevator bell rang and the doors opened.
"Jesus, Echo, circulation in my hand would be a good thing," said Noah.
"Sorry." I tried to let go, but Noah kept his fingers linked with mine.

Katie McGarry

#16. I can only watch as the officer lays my sister next to me. Her eyes are on mine as he brings the butt of his gun down, shattering the bones in her sewing hand.

Victoria Aveyard

#17. Ludlow put a hand on his arm. A friend of mine used to say, 'You cannot change the past, but every moment is an opportunity to change your future.

F.E. Higgins

#18. I was about to sit down when Kyle's hand wrapped around my left wrist lightly and pulled up my arm. The suddenness of his touch was startling. I looked at him, confused, and saw fire in his eyes - raw anger I didn't understand. His eyes looked up at me and penetrated mine.

Christie Cote

#19. Truman Flynn is a piece of paper in my coat pocket. He is a memory of water and of loss, his hand sliding free from mine, no way to hold on.

Brenna Yovanoff

#20. I slide my feet onto the seat next to him, my ankle brushing against his thigh. "No shallowness of breath? No rapidly beating heart?"
He rests one hand on my foot as he continues to mess with his phone. His eyes meet mine in amusement. "Are those the indicators? I might have an issue after all.

Kasie West

#21. Can I hold your hand?" he asked.
I put mine in his.
"The universe is seeming really huge right now," he told me. "I need something to hold on to."
"I'm here.

E. Lockhart

#22. I even pondered the thought seemed to spur Quinn on and he suddenly shifted his body so that it was pressed up against mine and Brody's. His lips claimed mine in a searing kiss and I felt his big hand cupping the back of my head as he held me in place.

Sloane Kennedy

#23. Alec put out his hand. "We're going to make it through this, but just in case ... " Mark shook the man's hand, squeezing it. "Thanks for the billion times you saved my life." "It's been an honor serving with you, kid. Maybe today you'll save mine a couple more times." "I'll do my best.

James Dashner

#24. 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

#25. Why don't you go get in bed?"
I stood, laying my hand on his chest and staring up at him. "Is that a dare?"
He laid one hand over mine and pull me closer with the other. Leaning down, he kissed me gently. "It absolutely is. No falling out of it allowed, though.

Tammara Webber

#26. Jost's lips crush into mine, and I reach out without thinking and pull him closer against me. My hand tangles in his hair, and the web shimmers around us. The rest of the world is perfectly still, but we are in motion, crumbling into one another.

Gennifer Albin

#27. Don't you see, Helen? There would be no life for me now without you in it."
He covered her hand with his own, bringing it to his lips.
"I need to know that you're mine. That I alone have your heart.

Michelle Zink

#28. Wrapping his hand up in her ponytail, he gently but firmly tugged until she lifted her face to his. If I'm going to be in your bed, Sophie, you're mine for the duration.

Jill Shalvis

#29. The laughter in his deep-set black eyes, the feverish heat of his big hand around mine, the flash of his white teeth against his dark skin, his face stretching into the wide smile that had always been like a key to a secret door where only kindred spirits could enter.

Stephenie Meyer

#30. Jamie reached across and took my right hand in his, his fingers linking with mine, and the silver of my ring shone red in the glow of the flames. I looked up into his face and saw the promise spoken in his eyes, as it was in mine.

"As long as we both shall live.

Diana Gabaldon

#31. If my life is surrendered to God, all is well. Let me not grab it back, as though it were in peril in His hand but would be safer in mine!

Elisabeth Elliot

#32. He had big hands, strong hands. My entire hand had fit easily in his palm, his fingers easily closing around mine.

Jasinda Wilder

#33. The thought of you pregnant is hotter than a blacktop in August." His hand fitted over the softness of her belly. "Filled with my seed. My wife. Mine." He cupped her breast, swiping her nipple with his thumb. "Swollen here, damp with milk.

Amber Lin

#34. At her incendiary words, he drove deeper - far deeper - into her, unable to help himself.

"So," she said, her fingers on his cheek, "now I've made you mine."

He took her fingers in hand and kissed them one by one. "You made me yours long ago, but now you finally claimed me.

Sherry Thomas

#35. But by the way Pigpen's eyes are flickering between that piece and me, I might have to stab him in the hand with a fork to get it.
"It's mine." He whispers. "Go for it and you're going down."
Despite my best intentions, I smile and his eyes shine with the win.

Katie McGarry

#36. I was Carson "Joker" Steele's. End of story. He was mine too, but with a manly man biker, that was secondary. It went with the territory, hand in hand with him staking his claim. This did not bother me. It didn't trouble me. It didn't annoy me. It utterly thrilled me.

Kristen Ashley

#37. The feeling of his lips on my skin and his hand just below my breasts sent shivers through my body. I ran my hands through his soft hair, slipping in a kiss as he ran his tongue up my neck. His lips met mine again.

Julia Crane

#38. When 'The Dark Side of the Moon' was a new album in 1973, a friend of mine walked into my room where I was working with a copy in his hand and said, 'You really have to do a play about this album.'

Tom Stoppard

#39. The soft smile on Tristan's face as he drove with his left hand while holding mine in his right screamed louder than any words ever could. He was mine.

Angela McPherson

#40. I tug his head down to mine. "I need you, Reed. Don't make me beg."
And just like that, he gives in. One hand comes up to tangle in my hair while the other pulls me roughly against him. "You don't ever have to ask again. I'll give you anything you want.

Erin Watt

#41. Time-out," I said. He twisted his hand around and wound his fingers into mine. "You're putting me in time-out?"
"Yes," I said as a shaky sigh slid through my lips.
"If I don't go, do I get a spanking?

Darynda Jones

#42. When I think about my father, the first image that comes to mind is holding his hand as he drove me to the train station six weeks before he died; I had never noticed how beautiful his hands were until I saw them, for the first and last time, entwined in mine.

Sarah Ban Breathnach

#43. I'll never be able to see you."
I took his other hand, holding both his in mine. "You do see me. No one has ever seen me like you do." I lifted his hands to my face. "You know me, you see me, like no one else."
"Not through these eyes."
"No," I agreed quietly. "You see me with your heart.

N.R. Walker

#44. Jealousy is when you want something that you can't have, something that doesn't belong to you. Being protective is defending what's yours." He leaned in, his hand closing around my jaw as his nose skimmed up to mine. "And you better believe that I'll be protecting what's mine.

Shelly Crane