Quotes About Intimacy

The truth was, she'd never really thought about love before—the heart-pounding, can't-live-without-you kind of love that grows in the pit of the stomach and spreads outward until you're warm all over. The kind of love you know is real because you've got not one single teeny, tiny doubt that he'd be there for you, no matter what

With a soft laugh that turned her on even more, he brushed one last kiss to her temple. Lock up, Willa. Dream of me. And she knew she would.

Maybe I didn't want to let you in," she said. Yeah, well, right back at ya, honey.

Her hands slid to his shoulders, his biceps, and dug in as if to hold him here, right here. But he wasn't going anywhere. He liked her hands on him, liked her tongue in his mouth, and when she made that noise deep in her throat, the one that said she was as lost as him, he groaned, both in pleasure and with a good amount of what-the-fuckery, because he knew. He was in trouble. Down to the bone trouble, and he didn't give one single shit.

Wrapping his hand up in her ponytail, he gently but firmly tugged until she lifted her face to his. "If I'm going to be in your bed, Sophie, you're mine for the duration.

Her fingers danced over the sculpted landscape of his sleek back and then came around to his chest, where she could once again feel the beat of his heart, not nearly so steady now.

Love is patient, love is kind." She smiled. "Love means oral sex without the pressure to reciprocate.

I took one look at you," Hud said to Bailey, "and control went flying out the window. You tore down the brick wall around my heart one smile at a time.

He slid a hand into her hair, tightening his grip enough to lightly tug her head up so that she was looking into his eyes again. "Don't make promises you can't keep.

She'd offered him her friendship. Her body. And he'd taken both. He wanted to keep them both. And he also wanted more, so much more. He wanted her heart, like she had his.

The kiss started out gentle, but quickly got serious and not so gentle. His lips parted hers, their tongues touched, and she heard herself moan. His hot mouth left hers and made its way along her jaw, her throat, where he planted open-mouthed kisses that made her shiver for more. If she hadn't been sitting, her knees wouldn't have held her up, because he kissed away her annoyance, her good sense, any ability to think, everything.

He looked her over, making her every nerve ending tingle with awareness, though his gaze was more inquisitive than sexual, as if making sure she was okay, though she had no idea why she wouldn't be. Then he smiled, and oh, how her misbehaving nipples loved that predatory smile. If his intense, concerned once-over had done things to her, his smile just about undid her from the inside out. -Amy

What else?" With a shiver, she tightened her grip on his hair. He didn't care if she made him bald, as long as she didn't let go. "That you know my sweet spots." "You're one big, sweet spot.

I want in your life, Elle. All the way in.

I've never been so tied to a place, to a person. Until you. But, she said when his eyes began to shutter, it's the way I want it. I want to be tied to you. He studied her for a long moment and then his lips curved. You're picturing it, aren't you, she said drily. Me tied. To my bed, he said on a low laugh. Yeah, a little bit. But mostly I'm liking knowing that you're tied to my heart.

Finn was different. And he was different because she wanted him in her left in a way she hadn't wanted anyone for a very long time. Maybe ever.

He was making it impossible for her to resist him, or even remember why she'd wanted to.

I'm not really into hurrying," he said. "What are you into?" "Slow. Long. Hard. Hot. Dirty…" His teeth sank into her earlobe. "You still in?

It was on the table when I got here, Matt said in his defense. Josh eyed the open magazine. You don't already know how to satisfy your boyfriends in bed? Matt ignored this. Did either of you know there's ninety-nine ways to give a blow job? That's ninety-nine nights of blow jobs. Look at you with the math skills, Josh said. Matt flipped him off while Ty flipped the page. 'How to Give Your Hoo-Ha a Spa Day.' Huh, he said. I didn't know a woman's hoo-ha needed a spa day.

Look, we both know we don't need someone in our life to make it complete, but let's be honest. Having someone who knows your dark and angsty side and yet isn't scared off . . ." She shook her head. "It's the greatest gift ever.

Apparently it'd been too long since her last social orgasm...

Lily drew him in with those eyes, her voice, the outer toughness she showed the world, the inner vulnerability she did her best to hide.

At her touch, he froze. Still turned away from her, he tipped his head back, eyes closed, and said her name in a low, husky, desire-filled whisper.

Pru had gotten under his skin, and like her, he wanted more. So much more. He wanted to know her secrets, the ones that sometimes put those shadows in her eyes. He wanted to know what made her tick. And more than anything, he wanted to taste her again. Every inch of her.