Quotes About Intimacy

It was incredibly hard to hold on to resentment for someone when you'd had your tongue down their throat. Plus, he kissed like magic.

Matt? Yeah? You okay? Working on it. His voice sounded unusually tight. I thought you said you did this a lot. Yeah. I do. But apparently not with anyone I'm wildly attracted to. This caused certain reactions in her body that were best not experienced in mixed company. It's just panties, she finally whispered. And they're really great panties, Matt agreed. But it's not the panties, Amy. It's you.

Heat skittered through her belly, then directly south. "Sawyer." In answer, he brought his head up and kissed her. Deep, hungry, tasting her in a purposely slow, thorough manner before pulling back to once again look into her eyes. Oh, God. "Sawyer, what are we doing?" she whispered. He shook his head. "No f#cking clue.

A thong. God bless the thong. He hooked his fingers in the silk sides and tugged, rolling the silk down her legs until it hit the floor, his favorite place for panties.

Are we going to be stupid?" she whispered. "Define stupid." "Anything that involves either one of us exposing our favorite body parts." Or their hearts… "I want to hear about your favorite body part," he said. "In great detail.

He turned to shut and lock the door, then came close, his gaze touching her features. "I missed you, Holly." Her heart caught painfully. The poor organ seemed to be getting quite the workout lately.

What I'm trying to say is that I'll always be there for you, Tara. You need someone to help you, I'm your guy. You need a couple or three orgasms? I'm your personal toy. You need to let off some steam, someone to yell at, I'll be your doormat...

Oh boy. His chest was smooth and warm and hard as stone, and she wanted to both touch and nibble. And lick. Could she pretty please lick?

Taking her hand in his, he looked at her with those warm brown eyes. What do you need from me? he asked quietly. I have no idea. She let out a breath and dropped her forehead to his chest. Whatever you've got. He gathered her into his strong arms. Everything, he said, and brushed his mouth along her temple. You've got everything I've got and everything I am.

He had three incision sites: one where the microscopic camera had gone in and two where they'd done the actual work, and the abuse he'd taken today went straight to her heart. "Oh, Pace." "I'm guessing that wasn't an 'Oh, Pace, you're so sexy, take me.'

You're not a job to me, Lily. Not even close. You're more. And I think I'm more to you too. I think it's not that you don't feel anything, it's that you feel too much. I scare you.

I'm never going to get tired of finding you looking at me that way. Like you have to have me right now." She laughed, then looked around to make sure Leah wasn't too close. "I just had you," she whispered…

You really do have some pretty fancy words lately. Yeah. He put the mistletoe in his pocket and pulled her in closer. And here's three more.....I love you.

We going to argue about this?" he asked. "Don't we argue about everything?" "Good point," he said. "Let's settle this one like adults— in the bedroom, naked.

Come home with me tonight, Becca. She stared at him for a long beat. You don't like people in your space. I don't, he said. But you're not people.

Give me," she said. "Don't you mean please give me?" "You want me to beg?" That smile spread slightly. "Nah. I just heard you beg plenty." "I did not beg." But she had. She so had. Still grinning, still naked, he pulled her against him and pressed his mouth to her shoulder. "My panties, Mark.

She kissed him, and then kept at it, kissing hello and goodbye and just because, because she knew this was all going to stop soon.

Still mad," she gasped. He covered one of her fists with his hand, entwining their fingers, while his other slipped beneath her, stroking her where they were joined, slowly driving her straight to heaven without a seat belt. "Then I should stop.

Her trut meant more to him than he could have possibly imagined. But how the hell was he supposed to keep this light when everything about it felt more like... everything?

You know what you are, Sam Brody? she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. A big, fat tease. They both knew there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. They also both knew exactly what she meant.

I hold people at a distance, I know it. I do it because I also know that anyone or anything can be ripped away from you at any time. But you, Becca…" He shook his head. "I can't—you're in, babe. You're past my walls, past my defenses. If I have to deal with that, so do you.

There were some men who just knew how to kiss, the kind of kiss that could send a woman reeling. The kind of kiss that could take away problems and awareness and … and everything. The kind of kiss that could shatter her into a trillion little pieces. The kind of kiss that somehow both calmed her body and soul even as it wound her up for more. Aidan was that kind of kisser.

He stepped closer. Lily--- No. Stay back, she said, pointing a finger at him. He went still. Why? Because when you come close I do stupid things. Like? Like let you kiss me. Let me? He laughed ruefully. Lily, you just about crawled up my body to get at these lips. She narrowed her eyes. Like I said. Stupid.

Trying to cool his jets, trying to let her stay in charge, he attempted to hold back, but she let out this breathy little whimper like he was the best thing she'd ever tasted.