Quotes About Intimacy

I don't improve on closer acquaintance." "Actually, the closer you are, the more I like you.

Every time she enters the room, we can all hear your heart beating." West felt his color heighten. "Bugger off.

No podrías hacer nada peor que casarte con un hombre que no fuera capaz de hacer el ridículo por tu causa.

She huddled against his bare chest, greedily absorbing the heat and scent of him. "Oh, this is dreadful." "Why dreadful?" he asked, smoothing and playing with her curls, his thumb venturing to her temple and grazing the fragile spot. "Because sometimes it's better not to know what one is missing." "Sweet," he whispered, and stole a kiss from her lips. "Sweet... let me stay with you a little longer.

Devon kept his mouth on her, easing the pleasure into relaxation. She summoned just enough strength to reach out and caress his hair. That might have been worth going to hell for, she thought, and didn't realize she had mumbled it aloud until she felt him smile. A

Holly, sweet darling, you can't possibly think I'm going to let you go." He gathered her against him, besieging her with kisses.

You fascinate me in every way," Harry whispered, his hand playing gently in her hair. "There are mysteries in your soul that will take a lifetime to uncover . . . and I want to know every one of them.

Marcus closed his eyes and gave a faint, desperate groan. He wanted her. Not merely to bed her—though at the moment that was certainly his uppermost thought—but in other ways as well. He could no longer deny that for the rest of his life, he would measure every other woman against her, and find them all lacking.

I want to see your face." "I'll tell you about my face instead. Two eyes, a nose, a mouth..." "A beautiful mouth." His fingertip drifted over her lower lip with a light touch that she could have mistaken for a kiss, had her eyes been closed.

She heard him murmur her name, and then, to her utter astonishment, she saw him sink to his knees and felt his huge hands clutching the folds of silk at her hips. He buried his face against her midriff like an exhausted child. Shocked, Holly reached down to his dark hair. The thick, slightly curling strands were damp against her fingertips, and she stroked them lovingly. "Darling," she whispered over and over, touching the hot nape of his neck.

Are you annoyed because I didn't tell you earlier? I'm sorry. But it's not the sort of thing one can just blurt out over tea, or in the entrance hall …'Here's your hat, and by the way, I'm a virgin

She tilted her head back in ecstasy as she felt him cover her neck with kisses and gentle bites. "You're mine," he whispered, riding her faster, his rhythm turning impatient. "You belong to me… Holly… forever." "Yes," she moaned as he drove the sensation to another peak. "Tell me." "I love you, Zachary… oh… I need you so much… only you…

I've been with Dane for four years," I managed to say. "He understands me in a way you don't." "I can learn you." -Ella & Jack

He kissed her as if he could breathe her in. Fierce kisses, hard ones, teasingly articulate ones, soft enticing ones, kisses to light bonfires and fill the sky and hold the stars aloft.

Don't tell anyone I was crying, or I shall be very cross with you." "No, monisha," he had soothed, cuddling her closer as she sniffled. "All your secrets are safe with me. You know that.

There was a new, wondering note in his voice as he said, "Kiss me again." "No, I'll hurt you. I'm leaning on your leg." "That's not my leg," came his roguish reply, making her laugh. "You perverse man.

Ultimately no particular woman had ever seemed all that different from the rest. Until those letters. The sentences had looped around him with a spirit so artless and adorable, he had loved it, loved her, immediately. His thumb moved over the parchment as if it were sensitive living skin. "Mark my words, Audrey- I'm going to marry the woman who wrote this letter.

It was more than a kiss...it was a sentence of unbroken kisses, the hot sweet syllables of lips and tongue making her drunk on sensation.

He saw that her hands were reddened from the days of nursing him, and a flush warmed his face. The feeling was not one of embarrassment—he had no shame when it came to matters of nakedness and physical intimacy. Rather, it was the sense that she had claimed a part of him that he couldn't retrieve…he felt bound to her.

You don't know how to cuddle," she said. "No," Tom had admitted. "I'm not sure what it's for.

The comb tugged a little too hard, and Win murmured an apology and rubbed the smarting spot with her fingertips. So gently. It made his throat tight and his eyes sting. Deeply disquieted, and bewildered, Kev swallowed back the feeling. He stayed tense but passive beneath her touch. He could hardly breathe for the pleasure she gave him.

Regarding her thoughtfully, St. Vincent leaned down to remove her shoes. "You'll be more comfortable without these," he said. "For God's sake, don't shy away. I'm not going to molest you in the carriage." Untying the laces, he continued in a silken tone, "And if I were so inclined it's of little consequence, since we're going to be married soon." He grinned as she jerked her stocking-clad foot away from him, and he reached for the other.

Becoming aware of his wife's gaze, Westcliff's head turned. Some voiceless message was delivered between them … and he responded with a quick, almost indiscernible wink. A chuckle rustled in Lady Westcliff's throat. She turned to Amelia. "We'll have been married four years, come September," she said rather sheepishly. "I had supposed I would have stopped mooning over him by now, but I haven't.

I suppose you'll want a full-fledged proposal on bended knee?" She nodded, the corners of her mouth deepening. "Because I do so love to hear you say please." Amusement glinted in his eyes. "Then I suppose we're a well-matched pair." Covering her body with his, he settled against her intimately before whispering, "Because I do so love to hear you say yes.