How could she blame him for wanting to smile?
She stared into her cup, not wanting to say anything that would add fuel to the torch she suspected he was carrying for her.
Betsy looked at her, as if wanting to hear more.
Deidre squeezed her eyes closed, not wanting to see Darkyn response and afraid his anger might be directed at her.
"They didn't hurt me," she said, not wanting to think about what he planned to do.
She fought back tears, not wanting to cry in front of him.
The other guests, embarrassed to see their host so humiliated and wanting no part of a Dawkins brawl, murmured excuses and toddled off to bed.
That's what I've been wanting to tell you.
Fritz and Royce were squatted close to the fire, probably not wanting to get far from the food.
I wanted you to tell me that wasn't your sole reason for wanting to get married.
"I did go through it," he said, not wanting to disturb emotions he'd buried long ago.
The oven timer buzzed, and she turned away from Toni, not wanting to deal with him any longer.
Dusty looked at Bianca, not wanting to send her away before talking to her.
He strode toward the end of the alley, wanting out of the rain as much as he wanted to talk to the intriguing woman over his shoulder.
He was hurt" she rushed on, not wanting to admit how, "but he's safe for now."
"A servant," Deidre said, not wanting them to hurt the poor girl.
She shrugged, not wanting to discuss the matter with him, but determined not to hurt his feelings.
No, Bordeaux had only one reason for wanting to marry Cassie - the ranch.
I staggered back to my room, away from the contented people playing around the pool, not wanting them to see me in tears.
Bianca watched her, wanting to scream at her to stay.
She eyed it nervously, not wanting to venture past the safety of the bedroom.
He smoothed her bouncy curls, wanting to let his hands continue down her body.
She held her breath, not wanting to draw the attention of either creature.
She looked away, wanting nothing more than to disappear.
She shivered, not wanting to know what Talon planned.
He squeezed it, not wanting to let her go.
He was alive, after all, and there was some good to him for wanting to make things right.
Yully Hughes stayed in her room, where her father told her to, not wanting to upset him.
Sofia retreated to her room, not wanting to fight more with Jake.
He kneaded her breasts, wanting nothing better than to suckle her until she cried out in ecstasy.
Not wanting to be around to hear Claire get her way, Sofia climbed onto the edge of Damian's balcony and stretched upward toward the ledge running around the mansion.
She shook out the sexual energy running through her and turned on a light, not wanting to be alone in the dark while the dead man in her thoughts began to sob once more.
She'd struggled with Claire, wanting to spare him the pain he'd unleashed on her.
She hugged herself, wanting to throw her arms around him but knowing he was in as an approachable of a mood as Dustin.
She couldn't think about such things without wanting to break down and weep.
She shivered, not wanting to imagine what Darkyn was capable of or how hard it might be to outmaneuver him to leave Hell.
She bit his neck gently, not wanting to hurt him despite the strange dream and hunger in her body screaming to be filled.
She rolled away from him, not wanting to cry in front of him but unable to prevent the tears that were starting to form.
He scared her, and she touched him instinctively, wanting his cool energy to help calm her emotions.
She hesitated, though, not wanting to walk into another trap of Harmony's death dealers.
Deidre swallowed hard, wanting to chase after him but unsettled by his anger and the changes in him.
She tasted sweet and saucy, like the woman herself, her heat, scent and silky skin filling his senses in a way that left him wanting more of her.
So they repackaged the drug under the name Zyban, and it is now prescribed to smokers wanting to shake the habit.
But in terms of wanting to converse with robots at an emotional level, I just don't see it.
Reading these letters, Nicholas felt a dread of their wanting to take him away from surroundings in which, protected from all the entanglements of life, he was living so calmly and quietly.
I can't see any of the girls running the ranch... or wanting to, for that matter.
She hesitated, wanting to find a way home, but not wanting to ask any more favors of him.
Lisa hesitated, not wanting to alarm her friend with the details.
Yes, wanting more money.
She hesitated a moment, wanting to tell him, but thinking she would be betraying Yancey if she did so.
I can understand you not wanting to invest the money for a car, but what's wrong with accepting a ride now and then?
What do you think I've been going through lately... wanting to tell you, wanting to hold you in my arms - not knowing if you felt the way I did.
And I don't blame you for wanting to live on the ranch.
To be reminded first by a woman who should be dead and again by a Healer of some sort … He shook out his shoulders and nudged his XO awake, not wanting to deal with the thoughts.
"Have you met my brother yet?" she asked, wanting to draw him from his thoughts.
She shed it and her boots quickly, wanting to escape to her room before her father cornered her.
Did it make her a bad person for wanting the best chance at life?
Dean cursed himself for not wanting to talk to the redheaded deputy, who would have been infinitely preferable to this obnoxious jerk.
Sonya had not seen anything, she was just wanting to blink and to get up when she heard Natasha say, "Of course she will!"
Lisa hesitated, not wanting to pry and not sure if the conversation was supposed to end there.
Both jumped at his tone, and he waited, wanting to pick a fight with someone.