Quotes About Intimacy

He regretted nothing. Not the way she'd felt in his arms and not the way he'd felt in hers.

you think they let you have sex in the old people's home?" Lucille asked Callie. "Because I'd really miss it.

He was just drifting off when he heard her soft whisper. Cooper? Still here. Maybe she'd changed her mind about the sheet. The thought made his body twitch. Yeah, she was going to toss that damn thing aside and roll toward him. She'd wrap that hot little bod tight to his, and he'd --- Thank you. Breanne said very quietly. He blinked. Thank you? He slid his hand down to cup himself. Still hard. Nope, he hadn't missed anything...

Yes. This. It was just what she needed, because here, held by him like this, her guilt, her regret, her fears . . . all of it gave way to this heady, languid sensation of being desired and she didn't want it to stop. Any of it.

If I call him back here, Cooper whispered in her ear, will you crawl up my body again?

I wasn't finished with you, Pru," he said softly. "I had plans." Oh boy. "Maybe I had plans, too." "Yeah?" Closing the gap between them, one of his hands went to her hip, the other slid up her back to anchor her to him. "Tell me. Tell me slowly and in great detail.

You sure about that? he asked. Because it feels pretty fucking real when I'm buried inside you.

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.

I'm not built that way, I'm not good at relationships. I'm not good at letting people in and keeping them. I don't know how.

She sucked in a breath. You're... When she didn't finish the sentence, he turned his head and watched her gaze drop to his mouth, which was only a few inches from hers. Handy, she finished softly. And you're... She smiled. Stubborn? Annoying? Set to go, he said.

Her phone vibrated with a text. Spence. My life doesn't work without you in it.

I'm ready, she promised. She kissed his jaw and then rubbed her cheek against it, letting out a low hum of arousal at the feel of his stubble on her skin. He had a scent that every single one of her senses responded to. The texture of his skin, the taste of his tongue, the latent strength in his hands - everything about him did it for her. I want this, she said. I want you.

This had already been the best sex she'd ever had and all he'd done was touch her.

Cupping a cheek in each hand, he lifted her back up to his desk and pressed his hips hard into hers. Her eyes were worried. But people keep coming--- The next person to come is going to be you, he said.

I've got a hot shower and an even hotter bed only ten minutes from here. Hotter bed? It's got a heater in it. She narrowed her eyes. It does not. Hand to heaven, he said. She narrowed her eyes. Does this 'heater' run on electricity? Nope.

On the best of days, he made her feel things she liked to shove deep, deep down, because going there with him would be like jumping out of a plane – thrilling, exciting… and then certain dismemberment and death.

And now he had her in his arms, this amazing, prickly, suspicious, hardheaded woman that he was falling for in spite of himself because she was also sweet and kind and had the biggest heart of anyone he'd ever met. Falling hard. It was going to take a lot to convince her that he was a good idea, although he was pretty sure her body might've already made its decision. He had no idea what it would take to persuade the rest of her.

Been looking for you," Sam said as he opened Cole's passenger door and got in. Tanner helped himself at the driver's door, forcing Cole over so that he was sandwiched between them, coming into such a close and personal relationship with the gearshift that the two of them should have gotten a marriage license first.

I used to think that love was all about red roses and expensive dinners. But the truth is, love is letting your mate steal a piece of bread off your plate. It's being awoken by snoring and refraining from shoving him out of bed. It's talking in code and trying to embarrass one another in public. It's going on adventures and making fun of each other. It's stupid fights and memorable make-ups." She squeezed Molly's hand.

Her heart did a slow roll in her chest. I'm yours, she whispered. For the duration. Yes, but more than that, I'm yours, he said, quiet steel.

He slid his fingers over her jaw and tilted her face up to his. You're smarter than hell, sexier than hell, and I like you way more than I should, he said.

With another of those sexy laughs, he kissed her. Really kissed her, nothing sweet or questioning about it this time. She moaned, closed a fist in his hair, and did the only thing she could: held on for the best kiss of her life.

Thought you weren't afraid of anything." Turned out, she was afraid of plenty, including how just looking at him could change the rhythm of her heart.

So I've got just one question for you," she said softly. "Hit me." "Do friends sleep together?" "If the female half of our duo wants to." "Why the female half?" He laughed. "Because the male half always wants to.