Quotes About Intimacy

He wanted her to relearn, in his arms, the beauty of what could happen between a man and woman. The joy and ecstasy. After what had been done to her, she should know that in this, the love that he had for her, there would never be fear or pain, but only pleasure. Pleasure so wild and wonderful, it would fill her life for many days and nights to come.

She hadn't had quite this much attention from T.J. since they'd started dating. He must feel completely threatened. She wasn't sure if that amused her or worried her. But she turned off her phone just in case T.J. decided he had something more to say.

Our close connections aren't always planned. They grow. Sometimes they surprise you. Look at us.

That myth was disproved the second she saw him. God, he still made her heart race. One look at his face and she felt the blood surge

I've never had so much sex in my life." "Really?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Even when you were younger?" "Even then." "I must be getting better with age," he said.

They shared a hotel room while in Los Angeles—two queens. Preacher in one bed, Paige and her son in the other. Lying in the same room with her was both blissful and painful. He would hear every soft noise, every little snuffle in the bed, and wonder what it might be like to lie beside her, bring her against him. When he would shower after her in the morning, he'd get heady from the smells of her soap, shampoo and lotion. *

He unbuckled her and lifted her out of the truck. He whacked her head on the door frame. "Ow!" she yelled, her hand going to her head. "Sorry," he said. And thought to himself, Foreplay that was not. "S'okay." She laid her head back on his shoulder. Now,

way we don't tell the most important people in our lives the most important things. It was how men tended

Quiero que me abraces. Para amarte durante la noche." I want you to hold me. To love me through the night. A slow smile grew on Mike's face. "I haven't had any secrets, have I?" "Nada," she said. Not one. Mike laughed softly. "It serves me right. I didn't know you spoke Spanish," he said.

She shook her head against his shoulder. She inhaled his scent, remembered the lusty night that had gotten them here. She closed her eyes. Such a sweet memory…. And he felt one of them kick him in her belly. He pulled her closer, tighter, wanting more of that.

While he sat on the edge of the bed to retrieve his jeans from the floor, she saw the tattoo on his back for the first time—a large sunburst right between his shoulder blades. Very sexy on that broad, brown back. She'd seen the other one earlier, an armband in the shape of a chain.

Wouldn't a guy feel funny about his girl getting raped? Like maybe not wanting to… You know… Seems like a guy wouldn't want to touch her after that." "Like she was dirty? Come on," he said, laughing. "Don't think like that. When something bad happens to the girl you love, you just love her that much harder." "Really?" "Of course, really." "She

Brie, I'm sorry. I can't," he whispered. "Can't?" "I can't kiss you like this. You tempt me. And you're not ready to be with a tempted man. I have to take you home." She

He was past the jitters about her age, her uncle. He was moving on this. And when it was over, he was going to be shot, he was pretty sure. But he was into her; she had him. He hoped his death would be quick and painless.

She began to relish the small things—his occasional subdued laughter. No one could call it an actual laugh, but he did cave into amusement if she shot him a smart-ass comment. He smiled at her from time to time—behind that bushy red-brown beard he had beautiful, healthy teeth. But

He's my best friend.

She realized uneasily that she hadn't really known as much as she should have about T.J., but she knew everything about Sean. She knew his strengths and weaknesses. He had never lied to her. When she first saw Sean a month ago, she thought he'd reappeared to screw up her life. She'd literally wanted to rearrange his face. Now, she ran into his arms for comfort and support. Her best friend. A man she knew she could trust.

Over time, she felt Bobby had had some recognition—there were times he'd turn his head, seem to look at her, even move his head closer as if nuzzling her, then close his eyes as though he knew she was there, as though he could smell her, feel her. She might've been the only one to think that way, but she believed that, somewhere inside that completely incapacitated body, he lived a little bit, knew he was with his wife and family, knew he was loved.

Listen, I know your emotions are all over the place—bad divorce, ugly legal problems, major pregnancy… Abby, I love you. I'm not just a guy under the same blanket with a girl. If it wasn't you, this wouldn't be happening. God, I hope that doesn't scare you away." "Is

He was wearing sweatpants, his chest and feet bare, a towel slung around his neck and his hair wet from the shower. She flushed a little, remembering that wide, hard chest as it had been pressed against her breasts. And those muscular arms that had held him up over her to keep from crushing her with his weight. "I

I've never felt more at home." She touched his handsome face. "If last night made a baby, it will be a beautiful baby. I don't want Mel's help to make sure it doesn't stick. If it's there, it's yours—and I want it." "Then that's how it will be," he said. He kissed her deeply, passionately. "Whatever you want." "I

Tell me your secrets. Tell me when you were most afraid.

I found him, I want to get to know him, I want to understand him. Everything. I want to understand everything. And that takes time. And there's no place I have to be right now.

I'm sorry, Cameron. Although really, it baffles me that you can even think of sex when you look at me." "I think about touching every single curve of your body. I think about kissing and tasting every part of you. I think about things I'm not allowed to do until after you deliver and mend. I can't stop thinking about all of that." "But you're allowed to hold me, right?" "I'm allowed to never let you go," he said. *