Quotes About Intimacy

The air between us is not empty space.

He realizes - gripping the arms of his chair as hot pain blinks on and off in his midsection - that all the major chapters in his personal life started and ended on wrinkled bedsheets. All the wives, the would-be wives, the ex-wives, negotiated their terms in the bedroom.

together. He'd always assumed openness was synonymous with danger

William was her one.

They were too showy, too public. Deep love between two people was a private, wordless endeavor,

sweep her sister's husband into her own heart.

He had been her person, and they'd passed books back and forth between them her entire life.

William wanted to cup his hands again, to hold close his love for his wife, to hold close her love for him.

Imagine that I'm a house, and when I find my great love, I'll become the entire world. Our love will show me so much more than I'll be able to see on my own.

The good news for single people and for couples is that Jesus is the One who ultimately fulfills our need for intimacy. He is the One who draws us out of our isolation and loneliness by uniting us to himself and to those who belong to him. We bear fruit to the degree that we are united to him.

But then he touched the flowers With the dry tips of his fingers. "Tell me how men kiss you. Tell me how you kiss.

No other looked into her secret eyes. Nobody dared.

No one else was as close and as open, No one else so boiled my blood, Even he, who consigned me to torment, Even he, who caressed and forgot.

I don't long for anyone, But I don't want, don't want, don't want To know how they kiss each other.

He had never said her name. Indeed, he couldn't say it. Not because he's forgotten it. Mot certainly he hadn't forgotten it. It was the dread of the capitulation of it, of the handing over of himself in it, of what it might take from him to pay her the compliment of letting her know he really knew her name.

I didn't officially live with him and wasn't officially committed to him. If we were in a proper relationship and I did live with him and was officially committed to him, first thing I would have to do would be to leave.

He had never said her name. Indeed, he couldn't say it. Not because he'd forgotten it. Mot certainly he hadn't forgotten it. It was the dread of the capitulation of it, of the handing over of himself in it, of what it might take from him to pay her the compliment of letting her know he really knew her name.

You promise to stop if I say so?" she asked doubtfully, even while she lay down. "I promise. Though never trust anything a man tells you when he's got his head between your legs.

You love me," he said slowly, wonderingly. Then with greater certainty, "By God, you love me." His astonished laugh ended on a choked note as he snatched her hand. "So much," she said huskily. Her fingers curled hard around his. "So very, very much.

Verity, you have a choice," he said gently. "We eat, we talk, we pass the evening with an attempt at civility. Or we fuck. It's up to you.

He'd always loved how she fought him. He loved the crackle and spark of her wit. Now he discovered he also loved the way she lay against him in what felt like perfect trust. … Antonia was a tall, vital woman, no shrinking miss. Now she felt brittle and vulnerable. He tightened his hold and told himself the surge of protectiveness meant nothing. Again he couldn't quite believe it.

Open your mouth, tesoro." He angled her face higher. "Open your mouth for me." At his raw demand, her eyes flared wide. For a drunken moment, he drowned in glorious brown, rich, autumnal, sensual.

He couldn't help approving that she hid herself from every scoundrel who wished to ogle her bosom. He was the only scoundrel allowed to ogle Diana Carrick.

He couldn't get enough of that luscious mouth, of her tangy flavor.