Quotes About Intimacy

I will tease you, bite you, and spank you.

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

Until then," he says, all velvet and seduction, "I'll be fantasizing about the moment when the only thing wrapped around me is you.

I know until he owns me, until he feels like he has real control, we'll never have a real conversation.

without telling him what I don't want to tell him. What I have to tell him.

He stills, and our eyes lock, his narrowing, holding mine captive. "Run to me, not from me.

You're a beautiful woman who deserves to be properly fucked, and I conclude from your actions and your answers to my questions that you haven't been. I want to be the man to remedy that. I want it very much.

My fingers curl on his cheek, and all self-consciousness is gone, forgotten. "I'm not afraid of whatever you're talking about. I think you keep warning me away because you're the one who's afraid.

I just gave you permission to fuck me, but be clear: I'm not another notch on your belt. You're a notch on mine.

What you want when you have a hard on for a girl, is rarely what you want when you pull out.

Do you feel me the way I feel you, Harper?

spreads his fingers on my cheek, his thumb stroking a seductive line along my jaw, his voice lower and deeper as he adds, "No secrets. No in between.

You were still you, Troy, and you were nothing but one big Papa Bear with me." She shook her head. "No. Scratch that. You had a caveman thing going on that doesn't seem to go away when you shift. We really need to talk about this habit of yours of flinging me over your shoulder and carrying me off to your cave.

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

He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

Do you trust me?" Tam said it almost too softly to be heard. I hesitated, sighed, then reached down and took his hand. Tam's fingers wrapped warm and strong around mine. The magic sparked between us, though this time it was warm and tingling, not violent and lustful. "Though you're the last thing I need," I muttered. I heard the smile in his voice. "But I'm the first thing you want.

Words are the bricks and mortar of love.

Our faces were overly close, and in that moment something more passed between us. I'd never felt this kind of thing with a guy – such a connection. I knew, in my head, that we were practically strangers; but this thing – whatever it was – made me feel known. Seen. Acknowledged and appreciated and admired.

I have always loved you... Since the first day I saw you, and even more with each day. The loving of you threatens to undo me now.

Saints, woman, what you do to me... Zara, you're turning me inside-out.

I reached up and touched his face, feeling the appealingly masculine stubble there.

I was doing many things with God in mind but not really spending time getting refilled by God and His abundant love at all.

Passion: "Your profile ought to be pressed upon a coin." Mark: "Your body ought to be pressed upon mine.

She didn't call him Prince or Royal Highness. She called him Rodrigo. And while she very clearly wanted him, she wanted him only for what he brought to her as a man. It felt strange to simply be a man.