Quotes About Intimacy

it {romantic love} really isn't about two people who have fallen madly for each other; it's about two people seeing spirit in each other.

The messages of love may not be clear to anyone else around you, even those most intimate to you. That doesn't matter; they are meant for you and you alone. Be assured of that.

During sexual activity, oxytocin rises in women, making them bond with their sexual partners emotionally, but the effect doesn't seem to happen in men. Something strange

There is no born lover, there is no born Don Juan, for we are all lovers.

And maybe he had more room for me in his heart.

I do want lots of things, most of which are under your dress.

Like a nocturnal flower there in the shadow I shall softly open for you.

The fact is that she was terribly undressed and I was extremely undressed too. The fact is that I still had my hand where she didn't have anything and she had hers where the same wasn't quite true of me. The fact is that I found myself underneath her and consequently she found herself on top of me.

We'd torn open our chests and shown our cowardly hearts, and you can never stay friends after something like that

I'd been staying at the Holiday Inn with my girlfriend, honestly the most beautiful woman I'd even known, for three days under a phony name, shooting heroin. We made love in the bed, ate steaks at the restaurant, shot up in the john, puked, cried, accused one another, begged of one another, forgave, promised, and carried one another to heaven.

I have only known you about five months. But you know every piece of my life, all the ugly details. Now I'm asking you to trust me with yours—not because I want to know your stuff, but because I want to know you. What made you this amazing woman that you are, this woman that I've grown to admire and love. I want to know her story.

His arm moved around her, then he lowered his head, tipped her chin. His lips moved across hers as softly as butterfly wings, tasting, testing. She trembled in response. She hadn't known he was capable of such gentleness. It only endeared him to her more.

He forked his fingers through his hair, clutching fistfuls until his scalp tightened. He'd been confused until she'd looked at him, until he'd seen the look in her eyes. And then he knew. She was afraid. Afraid because he made her feel things, things she hadn't felt with Stephen or probably anyone else, because this was real love. Not some tepid, watered-down version. But Meridith wanted tepid. She wanted safe. His

His hat nudged her forehead, tipping back as he deepened the kiss and drew her closer. His jaw was rough against her palm, and she savored the feel of it before slipping her fingers through the soft waves at his nape and straight up through the back of his hair. His hat hit the ground. "Abby . . ." he whispered. It was a plea, and she gladly answered it with her mouth. She loved the raspy drawl of her shortened name on his lips.

He tasted like chocolate, smelled like heaven, and felt like home. How

What the heck. He'd gone this far, might as well go for broke. He slid his fingers along the curve of her cheek, relishing the softness of her skin. "I haven't felt so happy in... I can't even remember

Two more days?" "Eager to see me go?" That knowing grin. He did things to her insides, and he knew it.

Fog plumed in front of his face with each breath, and his blue eyes sparkled under the lighting. A fat flake landed on his eyelashes. Layla unconsciously reached out and wiped it away with her gloved thumb. The look in his eyes shifted. She couldn't break away from his gaze. His hand tightened around hers. Suddenly she felt warm. Too many layers. She needed to ditch the scarf. Maybe the coat. What was wrong with her?

Her thoughts flashed back to earlier this morning, when he'd pulled her into the darkness of the back staircase and kissed her socks off. Even now her heart fluttered like butterfly wings. Meridith

He leaned in, and she came to him willingly. She was soft and pliable. She touched the hair at his nape, and he shivered. He pulled her closer, and she fit like a missing puzzle piece, right into his chest. Right into his heart.

She heard Jake greeting Noelle, heard a bag rattle as he set it on the island, felt his breath on her neck. "Hello, beautiful." "Shhhh." He kissed her neck, then turned to empty the contents of his bag just in time for Noelle's entry. Meridith unwrapped the salad. "Did they have everything you need?" she asked Jake. He caught her eye. "Almost," he said, winking. Meridith's

His eyes drifted to hers again. It was all she could do to hold his gaze. He had a way of looking at her that made her feel like he was seeing all the way inside. She hadn't seen that gaze since the summer they painted sets at the community theater. She'd liked it then. Now, not so much.

He cupped her face, his eyes mingling with hers. "Stay," he whispered. "Please." She could deny him nothing when he looked at her that way. When he spoke to her that way. They'd stay for a week. Just one more week. What would it hurt?

Abigail's foot caught on something and she stumbled, pitching forward. Dylan, who was closer, reached out and caught her. Abigail straightened, her eyes averted. "Sorry," she said, pulling away from him. "You can fall into my arms anytime you like." Dylan winked.