Quotes About Intimacy

She had no idea what this odd hyper-awareness of him meant, but she was hoping it was nothing but simple orgasm withdrawal. Because orgasm withdrawal she could handle on her own. Probably. Maybe.

Having sex is three times more effective as a pain reflector than a morphine dose.

The kiss was hot and wet and deep and amazing, and by the time he lifted his head from hers, she could hardly remember her point, much less her name.

He could feel her warm breath on his face and the heat of her body just barely touching his and he wanted her with an ache that couldn't be explained.

Okay, then stay so we can have wild, up-against-the-wall sex," he said. Her breath caught. She wasn't even sure what wild-up-against-the-wall sex would feel like, but she had a feeling she'd like it.…

So lost in her he couldn't remember his own name. Only hers…

He already couldn't remember what it'd been like before her. He'd thought everything was great in his life but then he'd been thrown a curve ball in the form of this gorgeous, passionate woman who he suddenly couldn't get enough of. Which made it official. He was hers, completely.

I'm all sweaty," she said again, even as her hands fisted in his hair. "That's okay," he said silkily, his mouth brushing her temple. "We're going to get even more so.

He eyed her cart with wry amusement. "You either have a lot of very little flashlights, or a busy vibrator.

Oh, he wanted to sleep with her. Actually, he wanted to pull off her clothes with his teeth

I'm not annoyed by you," he said. "No?" He smiled. "No." "What are you?" she whispered, still staring at his mouth. "Lots of things." He pulled her up and rubbed his thumb over the stain on her jaw, feeling a surge of satisfaction when her breath caught again. "Including turned on.

I want you to give me a chance." "A chance at what?" Shifting so that he could press his forehead to hers, he said one word. "You." Her breath caught. "Sean," she breathed. "Because you've got me," he said. "All of me.

The intimacy bridge? Girl, he sounds like a total loser. Dump him. Now. Before he brings up the intimacy bridge again.

it was like a freight train, hitting hard and fast, and in her entire life she'd never felt anything like it. It was as if he'd climbed inside her body, knew what she wanted before she wanted it, and knew how to give it to her. It was like being lost and coming home.

Your vibrator's batteries are going to die.

They took the elevator up with another couple who were lip locked for the entire ride. And not just lip locked but hand and leg locked too, really going to town, running their hands over each other like they were searching for ticks.

He rocked her against him. No idea what I'm going to do with you. She didn't know what he was going to do with her either, but she hoped it was good.

Where? Where do you want me to kiss you, Lilah? She shivered at the thought of where she wanted his mouth, but he pulled free to look at her, waiting for her answer. Everywhere, she managed.

Open your eyes. His voice caressed her as surely as his work-roughened hands did. Open your eyes and come with me.

Only one condom, he reminded her. We used the other a few hours ago. We'll have to get creative. Thank God. He was good at creative. Really, really good.

She was thinking of his mouth on hers. Which seemed only fair since he'd given a lot of thought to the same thing. "'Night," she whispered. "Night," he whispered back. And yet neither of them moved.

Finn?" "Yeah?" "Remember how you said the ball was in my court?" He pressed his forehead to hers for a beat, like he was working on control. She knew she should be as well but she didn't want him to leave, didn't want to be alone in this. "Don't go," she whispered softly.

He cupped her face in his big, callused hands and dropped his forehead to hers. It's all about the we, he murmured. Don't ever think otherwise.

Jill Shalvis