Outlander (Outlander, #1)

by Diana Gabaldon

We have nothing now between us, save—respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.

“It starts out the same, but then, after a moment,” he said, speaking softly, “suddenly it’s as though I’ve a living flame in my arms.” His touch grew firmer, outlining my lips and caressing the line of my jaw. “And I want only to throw myself into it and be consumed.”