Quotes About Intimacy

Then give me your answer." He crushed a brief, impassioned kiss against her lips. "Say it, or I'll have to keep kissing you until you surrender.

He winced suddenly, and moved to arrange her on his lap. "Don't put your knee there, darling, or your plans of consummating the marriage may be thrown very much into doubt.

It's taking all the self-control I've got to keep my hands off you. Don't play games with me, sweetheart. It's too easy for you to torture me, and I'm at my limit. To put to rest any doubts you might have…I'm jealous of every man who comes within ten feet of you. I'm jealous of the clothes on your skin and the air you breathe. I'm jealous of every moment you spend out of my sight.

Let me kiss you here," he coaxed. "Just once." "Oh, God… no." She reached down and weakly pushed his hand away. "It's a sin." "How do you know?" "Because it feels like one," she managed to say. He laughed quietly and pulled her hips farther toward him with a decisiveness that drew a little yelp from her. "In that case… I never sin by half measures.

Evie stiffened and whimpered in surprise at the realization that she was naked... that St. Vincent was making love to her and had been for some minutes. St. Vincent glanced up at her. With the slight flush on the crests of his cheeks, his eyes seemed lighter and more startling than usual. The hint of a relaxed but devious smile touched the corners of his mouth. "You're difficult to awaken," he said huskily.

The first moment I saw you, I knew you were my share of the world. I've always loved you. If I could choose my fate, I'd never be parted from you. Acushla . . . pulse of my heart, breath of my soul . . . there's nothing on this earth more fair and fine than you. Your shadow on the ground is sunlight to me.

Just because you've given up all masculine pride," he muttered, "doesn't mean I have to do the same." "Do you know what kind of men are able to keep their masculine pride?" Devon asked. "Celibate ones. The rest of us don't mind doing a little begging and appeasing, if it means not having to sleep alone.

I have to leave," he whispered against her hair. "No, stay." Her face turned, her lips nuzzling the bare skin of his chest. "Stay all night. Stay forever." He smiled and kissed her temple. "I would. But somehow I think your family would take exception to my debauching you before we were properly betrothed." "I don't feel debauched." "I do," Matthew said. Daisy smiled. "I'd better marry you, then.

As Hardy Cates stood there looking at me, really seeing me for the first time, it felt like the whole world had been snatched up in a great unseen hand, its motion arrested.

I crossed the invisible barrier between us.

Did Llandrindon kiss you?" She nodded slowly in the framework of his hands. "Just once." Jealousy entered his voice. "Did you like it?" "I wanted to. I tried to." She closed her eyes and turned her cheek into his palm. "But it wasn't at all like your kisses.

You're all mine." His voice was deep and shaken. "Every hair on your head. Every part of you was made to be loved by me.

Take your bath, pet," he finally managed to say. "You're safe from me tonight. I may look, but I won't touch. Go on.

St. Vincent. Her husband. He was naked, or at least the upper half of him was. He slept on his stomach, his smoothly muscled arms curved around the pillow beneath his head. The broad lines of his shoulders and back were so perfect that they seemed to have been carved from Baltic amber and sanded to a ghostly finish. His face was much softer in repose than it was in wakefulness... the calculating eyes were closed, and his mouth was relaxed into gentle, innocently sensuous lines.

Finish the wine," he suggested softly, "and let me have my way with you. And in the morning we'll both pretend that you don't remember.

He wanted all her circles to lead back to him

My love, have you considered the possibility that you might enjoy our consummation sufficiently to want it more than once?" How easily endearments seem to trip from his tongue. "No," Evie said firmly. "I won't." "Mmm..." A sound almost like a cat's purr left his throat. "I like a challenge.

St. Vincent. Her husband. He was naked, or at least the upper half of him was. He slept on his stomach, his smoothly muscled arms curved around the pillow beneath his head. The broad lines of his shoulders and back were so perfect that they seemed to have been carved from pale Baltic amber and sanded to a glossy finish. His face was much softer in repose than it was in wakefulness... the calculating eyes were closed, and his mouth was relaxed into gentle, innocently sensuous lines.

I have so much love for you , I could fill rooms with it. Buildings. You're surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it… it's in your lungs, and under your tongue, and between your fingers and toes…" -Harry

No one had ever told her that love could make every cell in one's body hurt.

Daisy, love," he whispered, "You're so soft…so dainty…where shall I touch you? Here? Or here…" "There," she sobbed, as his fingers slid to just the right spot. "Yes…oh, there…

They had known each other intimately, as husband and wife, countless times, He had held her with tenderness and passion, but never with such rampant wildness.

I'm going to kiss you as long and as often as I like, and you're not to utter a word of protest.

You have no romance in your soul," Poppy told Harry at intermission. "Not in my soul, no," he replied gravely. "However, I have a great deal of it in other locations." -Poppy & Harry