Quotes About Intimacy

found him in our bed with Mallory, wearing my favorite cowboy hat." "Wait a minute, who was wearing your favorite cowboy hat, Mallory or the dude." "The dude, but he was wearing it on his Johnson." "Eww. Low class.

When love is full grown it has few words, and sometimes it growls them out.

The boundaries between us had been breached for good, we gave a new meaning t the notion that man and wife were one flesh. You could track back this kind of alchemy in books: '...intimately to mix and melt and to be melted together with his beloved, so that one should be made out of two.' This is Shelley translating Plato, who was putting words into the mouth of Aristophanes, who's the only defender of heterosexual sex in the Symposium, although he makes it sound perverse.

How we gets to the place where we scared to talk softness to each other.

Love isn't found in words, Kate. It's found in quiet moments, a look, a sigh, a smile, a gladness." She sighed. "And very often, it's shown with sacrifice.

Where do you find your faith in me, Catherine?" "From coming to know you.

Has any woman ever touched you?" she asked as she splayed her fingers over his thigh. "No." "Do you want a woman to touch you?" "No." She stilled, and Clay pushed himself up. He cradled her check in his palm. "I want you to touch me.

He was lying in bed with the woman he loved . . . a woman he couldn't make love to. He closed his eyes. More than any­thing in this world, he wanted this woman to be happy. He'd give her anything, do anything to make her happy. Even if it made his own life hell.

Jake?" "Mmm?" "I like it when you spend the day thinking." He brought his head up, twinkling eyes and a mischie­vous grin gracing his countenance. "Reb, honey, that was just what I thought about this morning. Wait until I show you what I thought about this afternoon.

If you ever put yourself in harm's way like that again, I'll put you over my knee." "And do what?" she asked indignantly. He lifted his gaze to hers, and she saw the worry in his eyes, before he smiled. "Kiss your bare bottom.

Dr. Freeman said she couldn't have children. Christ, I'll never touch her again." "You'll touch her," Houston said. Dallas looked up, determination etched deeply in the lines of his face. "No, I won't." "Yes, you will. One night, she'll curl up against you, all innocent-like—" Compassion, understanding, and a wealth of sympathy filled Houston's gaze. "You'll touch her.

He'd built a wall around his heart to protect it, and she was slowly brick by brick, smile by smile, laugh by laugh, kindness by kindness, tearing it down. Tomorrow he'd refortify it. Tonight he simply wanted the haven she could provide.

If it pleases you." And in his wprds, as always, Kate heard the echo of I love you.

Ah, Loree," he whispered near her ear. "You should hear the music." -Austin

You managed to do the same with my heart, didn't you, Frannie? You stole it, and I didn't even feel it happening.

I'm pleased that you"re pleased." Lifting her hand, he began to peel off her glove. "I can do that," she said, breathlessly. "I'd rather, if you've no objections.

He stirred the fire, and when he spoke, his voice blended in with the roar of the fire's blaze. "I want tonight, Maddie." He twisted his body away from the fire until his attention was focused entirely on her. "Tell me you don't love me, and I'll sleep on the other side of the fire. Otherwise, I intend to take tonight.

She gave him a whimsical smile. "It was long ago, Your Grace. And I do not hold a grudge. Although I must admit that sometimes, I miss having someone to sleep with." Reaching out, Sterling trailed his gloved finger along her bare arm. "We could remedy that. Tonight if you like.

He cradled her cheek and turned her head slightly, until their gazes met. "For whatever comfort this might bring you in the nights that follow, know this... when I thought death was a certainty, I chose a collection of memories that revolved around you to carry into the dark with me.

She could touch him however she wanted, say whatever she wanted. No holding back for fear of censure. No withdrawing for fear of judgment. With him, she could be herself completely and absolutely. Was herself completely and absolutely. Was more than herself as the world fell away. She was herself with him, with this man who accepted her openly, naughtiness and all. Who made her his own.

It would imply an intimacy we do not share.

This was where she belonged, she realized. Beneath him, beside him, near his heart.

He stole her breath, as stealthily as a pickpocket slipping a silk handkerchief from a pocket, a bracelet from around a wrist, a ring off a finger. So the object was gone before the wearer realized it was taken. One moment she was breathing, and the next she'd quite simply forgotten how.

As you don't have a lover, Miss Darling, I'd like to offer my services. As I believe we've just proven, we're quite compatible.