Quotes About Intimacy

Her hand lifted without any volition on her part, as if it were the hand itself that wanted to be held by his. He gently grasped it in both hands, instead of the impersonal handshake she'd been expecting. His hands were as hot as a furnace. Slowly, watching her every second, he brought her hand to his mouth and—oh my God—kissed it. Something inside her, something she'd never even suspected existed, pinged to life. Heat, excitement . . . desire.

While we may love each other and never stop loving each other, so often we stop "showing" each other love.

I told you I do not do anything because I have to. And I don't. But to be inside you right now, baby, I have to. I need to. And, yes - right here in the kitchen.

You have this deer-in-headlights look sometimes that I'm sure means you're going to run. Run to me, Amy, not from me.

I love...being with you.

Baby, I held back today to let you get over all you've been through. But don't let that mislead you. You wouldn't be here if I planned on protecting you from me.

Tell me I helped," I say, and it's a demand. I need to know I can be what he needs, that we can get through the darkness together. "You do more than help. You're the reason I take my next breath." The hoarse declaration whispers against my lips a moment before he kisses me, the tenderness in the touch of his tongue caressing mine telling me more than his words.

My head drops back and I have a fleeting out-of-body moment where I see myself in the window, my hands tied above my head with my legs wrapped around the neck of Chris Merit, while he does delicious things to my body.

She's right, and yet my blood pumps faster, just thinking about having her naked and willingly at my mercy. I can't help but think she's exactly what I need: a challenge. And how sweet her submission would be, because I'd really earned it.

I wiggle an eyebrow. "I get to see you in a tuxedo?" "Better. You can help me take it off.

But just know that I have every intention of making you forget everything but what it feels like to have my tongue and my cock buried inside you." 

I look deep into his eyes and find myself wrapped in the familiar connection we share. It streams through me like moonlight on a bay, glistening through my soul.

You can let go of me, Kayden." "That's not going to happen," he promises, his voice low, as seductive as everything else about this man is, and when I look at him, that wolf is back in his eyes as he adds, "In case I didn't make that point already." ~Surrender

I do not know what to do with the emotions inside me. I do not know how to be this close to someone and still hold on to myself.

We have too many of the wrong things in common to be more than sex, and the realization is freedom to me.

Isn't that what we all want? To be with someone who consumes us? Who makes us want to give them all that we are, even though it's terrifying?

The soft rasp of her erratic breathing is erotic, enticing, and I can almost taste her desire.

I moan with his words, with the boldness of this man, with the ease at which he can spin my world around and drive me wild. I am close to the sweet spot, moving against his hand, arching into his touch

When I said you were safe, he says softly, a hint of wickedness in his voice, I meant from everyone but me.

Our laughter dissolves into a crackling current that steals my breath away. Our eyes lock, and heat pools low in my belly.

I have that sense of connection with her.

This is who I am, Sara. I will protect you from everything and everyone else, but I can't protect you from who I am or who we will be if you stay with me.

In my book, privacy is like a great pair of high heels. To be cherished.

Then he says, "In a way, no one else has. No one.