Quotes About Intimacy

I wonder if you would come and sleep in the night with me. And talk.

I'm talking about getting through the night, she says. And lying warm in bed, companionably. Lying down in bed together and you staying the night. The nights are the worst. Don't you think? Yes. I think so, he says. Our souls at night

It was surprising to him, how quickly she could fall asleep.

As the weather held that fall Louis often walked out at night past her house and looked at the light shining upstairs in her bedroom, her bedside lamp that he knew and the room with its big bed and dark wooden dresser and the bathroom located down the hall, and remembered everything about the room and the nights lying in the dark talking and the closeness of it all.

Well, I'm just going to say it. I'm listening, Louis said. I wonder if you would consider coming to my house sometimes to sleep with me.

Lo echabas de menos? Por supuesto. Sobre todo la intimidad. Ya no teníamos la misma. Teníamos un trato cordial y formalmente agradable y educado, pero nada más. No

I intend to make you scream for me, Riley.

He took possession of my lips even before the last word left my mouth, taking them, tasting them. Claiming them in a way that was all male, all possession, all desire. No one had ever kissed me like that. No one.

Heat invaded her cheeks. She wasn't used to men seeing her whithout her clothes on. And here was in her boring white cotton bra and panties. damn, if only she'd worn her black lace undies. She winced inwardly. She'd come close to getting mauled by a jaguar, and all she could think about was the sexiness factor of her underwear? She must be in shock.

His mouth tilted and his eyes twinkled. I knew it. One look into yer eyes and I could fall at yet feet.

You're just going to lie there? Sounds kind of boring." "Not at all." He stroked her hair. "I get to hold you. Listen to you breathe. Think." She yawned. "About what?" She closed her eyes. "Keeping you warm." He tucked the comforter around her. "Keeping you safe." Her breaths deepened, and her body relaxed against him. He kissed the top of her head. "Keeping you mine.

I want to be loved, honestly and truly loved, for who I am. And I want to love a woman with all my heart for all my life. I want to ache for her mind, for her body, for her companionship.

She wiggled until her nose and mouth found a pocket of air. After a few deep breaths, she realized her precious pocket of air was the crevice between his legs. Wonderful. She was doing heavy breathing on his crotch.

At first, I thought it was only your body I wanted. But something about you has made me greedy as hell. I want everything. Your love. Your mind. Your secrets. Your soul.

He's more human than anyone I know. And I love him." "You've known him exactly a week.

Leo, put me down. I can walk. I like carrying you. He strode down the hallway toward the bedchamber. I dream about holding you in my arms.

For now, there are only a few words I want to hear. He pressed gently on her lower lip. You can tell me faster, slower, harder, and --- He leaned closer till his mouth only a breath away from hers. He pressed his lips lightly against hers, then pulled back to look at her. Softer. Then there's my favorite --- He cradled her head with his hands. ---don't stop.

She leaned over him to pull the waistband of his flannel pants down. His erection popped out, startling her. Oh! She fell across his thighs. Oh my. Good heavens. He groaned and dragged his hands down his face. Ye needna stare at it in horror. It willna harm you. Its . . . really big. He snorted. It comes in peace.

She couldn't run away from him. She'd be running from her own heart.

As she neared the gazebo, the unmistakable sounds of passion drifted from the interior. She halted as a woman let out a long, soft moan. Oh, Robby, we need to stop. We're missing the party. I canna wait another minute, he grumbled in a low voice. I need you now, Olivia. The woman let out another long moan that Caitlyn could only interpret as surrender. She tiptoed across the grass, headed in another direction. A feminine squeal emanated from the gazebo, followed by a masculine growl.

He searched her eyes, and there it was. A sense of time slowing down. A world melting away with only two souls remaining. An eternity of longing. Bittersweet and desperate. Couldn't she feel it, too?

You're back." "Girl"—he reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear—"you're that good a kisser.

That was the kind of life he dreamed about, where being cautious only applied to not taking things too fast in a relationship.

Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don't have to say anything - that is how, it is between people who are each other's first memories