Quotes About Intimacy

She felt that he could become a very close friend. And to a lonely person, friendship can seem a likely substitute for love.

But they are good hands," he said, holding them up in the space between them, palms toward her. Slim hands, slender fingers, gold rings on four of them. Three of those fingertips had felled a man and left him gasping for survival. "They will protect you all the rest of my life and never hurt you. They will hold you and bring you comfort when you need it. They will hold our children. They will caress you and bring you pleasure. Come. Lie down on the bed." Our

They strolled toward the causeway, and he took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. 'I am quite capable of moving of my own volition, I thank you,' Diana said, staring straight ahead. He looked down at her in feigned astonishment. 'I am quite sure you are,' he said. 'I would have swung you up into my arms if I had thought you were not.' He retained his hold of her hand.

I find myself decidedly breathless when I am so close to you.

She held out her right hand to him. He took it in his, held it in a firm clasp for a moment, and then raised it to his lips. If he tried to say anything more, he thought, smiling at her, he would surely disgrace himself by weeping.

He wanted her. He did not say so, but the evidence was there for her, and it was indisputable. He wanted her. And she wanted him, with an ache that drugged her mind again. It had been so long. So very long. And it had never been exciting. Never anything but briefly and mildly pleasurable. But she ached to be possessed again, to feel her femininity affirmed again. And with him. With him it would be good. Very good.

And he must have felt her desire. And her surrender. He might have made her his.

Light flirtation was in danger of giving way to something less comfortable.

For the rest of her life she would miss him and love him. But for this moment she was here in his arms and nothing else mattered. If he were a murderer and a traitor, it would not matter at the moment. Now was all that was important.

She could not bear the thought of missing a single minute this evening in which she might be either looking at him or at least feeling his presence.

You shared a very private feeling with me, he said. I have merely returned the compliment.

She had given him all she had to give. She would not feel guilty for that.

What is going to happen between you and me in that time? Are we going to do what we both want to do?

But did he want to repeat that sort of relationship? . . . The inability to share any of his inner self with her?

You cannot make a romantic lover of me, my dear. Or a noble character. I want you. In bed, do you understand? And I mean to do everything in my power during the next two weeks to have you there. Nothing else. No romance.

It's not enough. There has to be something else. And there is nothing else between you and me.

They had not felt the absence of larger celebrations. They had wanted only each other. Their world had been complete.

She loved him, Christina thought quite consciously. She was in love .

He had never even put words to these deepest feelings in his own mind . . . He had never told anyone else. Or even himself. Yet he had told Diana Ingram.

She resented his knowing or his discovering. She felt intruded upon. Almost violated.

But in the meantime, he said, there is the loneliness and the emptiness to be dealt with. His lips touched hers again, but she drew back. Do you mean mine or your own? she asked.

I am so glad I was with you. I am sure no one else would understand. They would have been impatient with me . . . You understand how I feel.

It did not seem at all unnatural . . . to have Piers encircle her waist with one arm and draw her protectively against his side.

Henry wanted to hate him. She did hate him! But she could not stop herself from caring. She had grown to enjoy his companionship, to need his attention and approval. She had come to love him and want his caresses. She had given herself to him completely on that one night they had had together, and had believed that for him it had been as earth-shattering an experience as it had been for her.