Quotes About Intimacy

he isn't distracted by us. You, me and

He was completely smitten. Jack was forty and this was the first time that he had a woman in his life he couldn't imagine giving up. *

So this was what it felt like when you loved someone, when you wanted to please someone rather than just be pleased. When you paid attention to what made her purr and sigh. He hadn't known about it. As he held her close, he couldn't stop kissing her, couldn't stop touching her, tasting her and exploring her body with gentle fingers. With kisses.

He handed her one of his blue work shirts, already decorated with a little old paint. He was very happy to see her put it over her sweats and tank. Then he observed with some consternation that she looked every bit as pretty and sexy in that oversize shirt.

Crazy thoughts began filling his head, chief among them was that he couldn't imagine there ever being another man in her life, in her body. He'd never had such possessive, proprietary feelings. He wasn't sure if this was because it was Shelby, or because she'd never been touched inside until he claimed her.

John. I don't want to scare you away, but I'm in love with you." He buried his face in her neck, in her soft hair. "Baby, I love you so much, I think I'm going to die of it." "Do you see, John? This is all I want. You. You loving me. Me loving you." "Now

But you're allowed to hold me, right?" "I'm allowed to never let you go," he said.

I'll be honest with you," he said. "It shakes me up." "I noticed," she said with a laugh. "I'm serious, Shelby. I'm wanting you again. I don't want you to leave this bed." She rolled over onto her stomach and raised herself up on her elbows. "I'm going to have to go home eventually. Before there's a search party." "I will shoot anyone who touches that door," he said.

He didn't want it ever to end and he concentrated on making it the longest kiss in history, hoping to get caught, hoping everyone would go on notice—this was his girl. His woman.

This young Shelby was so transparent, she left little doubt as to what she wanted. Needed. She'd like to wrap her emotions around a man and tether him right up against her heart, breaking him in half. Then, in making his getaway, he'd hurt her bad. Annihilate her. Leave her young, tender heart in shreds and spoil everything for the guy who might come along later to do right by her. The

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

Stay a little while… Oh, boy. Lilly hadn't realized she'd been longing to hear a man breathe that in her ear. That was nice.

I've been told I can be a lot to take. Especially lately…" He grabbed her hand before she could leave. "No, you're not," he said. "Maybe you should have another cup of coffee." She

Why aren't you on the pill?" "Hmm. Because I gave up men…." He chuckled, low in his throat. "How's that working out for you….?" "I was fine until you. You've messed up a lot of my plans." "You played hell on mine, too," he groaned, lifting her T-shirt over her head, tossing it and steering her toward the bed.

Do you have any idea how much I love you?" he asked her. "That's the best part," she answered. "I do." *

I could not get used to the idea of ther being classes of people inherently inferior to oneself, to whom one could be as odiously condescendign or downright brutal as one likes, yet with whom one lived as intimately as family.

Consensual nonconsent is not uncommon in sexual relationships: pretending to resist and protest while prior consent has been given. Plenty of normal, loving couples play this way.

Why do they even call it that, "saving yourself"? Like we need to be rescued from sex? It's not like virgins spend their whole lives engaged in the sacred ceremony of "being saved" from intercourse.

Sillage, I thought. The lingering impression of a kiss having ended.

They say your skin is the largest organ in your body, but I'd never really appreciated that before, the way his fingertips slowly tracing the curve of my jaw could travel down the entire length of my body, covering me in goose bumps. The way he could make me feel flushed with something that wasn't fever.

I learned three things that night: 1) sharing a bed is't nearly as intimate as making out in a too-small back seat, 2) inexplicably, some bras unhook in the front, 3) Cassidy hadn't known I was Jewish.

They were cold from her diet soda, and it was over in an instant. But she didn't move away. Instead, she sat down with her jeans touching mine and leaned her head on my shoulder. I could feel the flutter of her eyelashes against my neck with every blink, and we sat there for a while, breathing quietly together, listening to the thrum of traffic on University Drive and the gurgle of the creek.

like something you could get close to but never really have just for yourself.

Dude, I thought you were gonna stay on your side!" he complained. "That's so sweet," I called. "Who was the big spoon?" "Shut up, Faulkner," Austin grumbled.