Quotes About Intimacy

I want To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

You are like nobody since I love you.

Cuanto más hago el amor más ganas tengo de hacer la revolución

Tell her everything you're scared about. Everybody's scared, Arnold. Everybody's got things in them they're ashamed of. That's what a wife's for. To make you feel you don't have to be ashamed of yourself. Then she tells you what makes her feel miserable.... Then, that's your job. It's your job to make her feel she's not as bad as everybody makes her think she is.

The best thing you can do for someone is make them a beautiful plate of food. How else can you invade someone's body without actually touching them?

A friend is the only person you will let into the house when you are Turning Out Drawers.

We call such a limited number of relationships love in our lives, but there is always love around us—it's as ubiquitous as oxygen.

Sometimes, like after recently learning about Margot, it is easy to despise him. Other times, though, when we lay in the dark and his uniform is gone, he is just a man who brings me pleasure and comfort. I can almost forget who he is, who we both are. Almost.

It had been a long time since she had allowed a man to put his arms around her, to let herself relax into the warmth of his presence.

Sex makes you get real.

I thought it would be weird having sex with short hair but then I kind of got into the mode.

Making love in the morning got me through morning sickness. I found I could be happy and throw up at the same time.

Sophie hadn't tought an erect penis would be so big. Or so hard. Or so silky. "I thought it would be like a hot-dog.

I've bled for you. I've killed for you. I've held you in my arms and done my best to make love to you. I'd give my life to protect you. Now I sit beside you, askin' you to trust me.

I love you Reece Sheridan." He grinned. "I kinda figured.

I wanted to ask you one day but the time never seemed right, but we started talking and...Hell, I don't even have a ring. ... I'm naked here, bella, just laying myself out for you, telling you how I feel.

You were inside my body, but somehow 'tis my soul you touched, Iain Mackinnon.

Javier to Hunter: "How long you and Dargangelo been married?

How do you feel?" Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed. "Like I want you to kiss me again." And _that_ was the invitation he'd been waiting for.

He wanted to taste nothing unless it was the sweetness of her mouth, the musk of her arousal, the salt of her tears, wanted to touch nothing unless it was the silk of her hair, her soft curves, wanted to breathe nothing unless it had come from her lungs.

I want to undress you." "I haven't touched a man since...since you.

She had no idea how she was supposed to act, no idea how to feel. Julian had just made incredible love to her, but he wasn't *in love* with her. He'd stamped himself forever on her--body, heart, and soul--but a year from now he probably wouldn't remember who she was. He'd rocked her world, and yet he was only temporarily a part of it. What was a woman supposed to say? "Thanks, stud"?

I'm not like him, Kara. Whoever he is, I'm not like him." She ran a hand over his chest, with its mat of golden curls and teased one flat brown nipple, desire already running hot in her veins. "No. No you're not.