Quotes About Intimacy

What modesty she'd had was quickly abused; a hospital wasn't the place for privacy, of any kind.

So it isn't that the act is awful, but sometimes the man is. Exactly. One's modesty is useless and it's painfully intimate, but not awful. She took a deep breath. The opposite, in fact.

Chloe put aside worries about her job, her life, and turned to face him. Sex can't be the answer to everything, she said as she draped her arms around his strong neck. He bent his head to hers. For now, it can, he said and kissed her.

Do you like her?

I don't have casual sex, she said. He almost smiled. It was merely an expression in those pale eyes, rather than an actual movement of his mouth. My dear, I promise you there wouldn't be anything casual about it.

Then she caught Eric eyeing the pile of sheets on the floor, and the thought that he might be getting some pleasure from remembering the night before sent a rush of anger through her that almost took off the top of her head. "I'm sorry about the smell in here," she said sweetly. "A skunk must have peed on those sheets. I'll have to burn them, because no way do I want them now.

I have a blanket behind the seat, a thick wool one. We can cuddle on the bleachers, and with the blanket wrapped around us no one will know if I sneak a feel every now and then." "I'll know." "God, I hope so. If you don't, then I've either lost my touch or my aim.

There's a baby inside you right now," he said, leaning forward to trace her collarbone with kisses as Emma gave in and let her hips move of their own accord. "And as soon as you're over having this one, I'm going to put another in you, Emma. And then another. I'm going to have you morning, noon, and night—" "Ooooh," Emma groaned helplessly, as he cut off his own words by closing his mouth over one of her nipples.

Steven maneuvered the horse among the cattle that strayed from the herd as easily as if Emma hadn't been mounted in front of him, whistling and waving his hat at times. In calmer moments, he told Emma about Fairhaven, his home in Louisiana. He told her how many children they were going to have, and exactly where each one would be conceived. When they got to Spokane, he promised, he was going to take a hotel room and keep her tossing on the mattress for a full day and night. Emma

The epic, apocalyptically good lovemaking that had rocked Zane to the foundations of his being, altered his worldview—hell, his view of this and any other universe that might be out there—had turned him, essentially, from one man into another.

Steven raised himself on an elbow, plucked a daisy, and put it through Emma's loose braid. He continued until a trail of white flowers paraded from her scalp to the place beneath her breast where her hair made a coppery fan. His

He kissed the soft expanse of her neck. "Don't be ashamed, tigress," he whispered. "There's never been anything more beautiful than a woman willingly surrendering her body to a man." There

I'm surprised at you, Lily. You allowed the man liberties, and yet you treat him like a typhoid carrier. Do you love him or not?" Lily

Lily, if you don't stop that washing and look at me, I swear I'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you inside like a sack of grain." Because

He ached, not just to have her beneath him, but to have her beside him. He wanted to tell her why he needed to go home and face Joss, why he was tired of the army, why he wanted sons and daughters. He wanted her to hold him in her arms and tell him that everything would be all right, that they would work out all their differences and learn to live together in peace. It

He caught her left hand in his and lifted it so that the diamond sparkled in the firelight. "I see you haven't cut off your finger yet." Lily smiled sleepily. "That would have hurt too much.

She looked up at him and loved what she saw.

She could literally feel the heat of his body; they were inches apart. She inhaled deeply, his masculine scent mixed with dust and sweat. Heat tore down through her and she gazed up into those gray eyes that studied her in the building silence. He wanted her. The thought was shocking. What was more shocking and disconcerting to Shiloh was she wanted him!

Frowning, Shiloh forced herself to look up at him. Roan deserved her courage, not her cowardice. "You wanted to kiss me." "I still do.

He leaned over, catching her lowered gaze. "I'm the present, Darlin'.

We've learned that sometimes a lack of conflict in a marriage means you are not fighting for it. There are times you must battle to become one.

And a man and woman should fight. Frankly, they should have a good head-to-head battle about every six months, then make love until they break the box springs.

It's so much easier to fall in love, and so much more complicated to fall out of it.

asked Thomas; it's just him and me and has been for a very long time. We tell each other we are