Quotes About Intimacy

There was a sweet, seductive feeling of comfort and closeness, with no unease at all.

And there was nothing more to say. They sat and gazed at each other from opposite corners of the carriage and could not even smile.

And she had loved him before, ached for him, wanted his happiness. But she knew him fully now. Oh, there were still mysteries. One could never know every shadowed corner of another person.

One day I am going to share the sort of love with a man that poets write of.

And she was in his arms, her head pillowed against his shoulder, held to him, rocked against him. She closed her eyes and willed herself to remember every detail of this moment for the rest of her life. The hard muscularity of his body. The comfort of his arms and his shoulder. His cheek against the top of her head. The warmth and the smell of him. He and she, and their child between them. Perhaps thirty seconds. At the most a minute. A minute to last a lifetime.

He was not sure how many minutes passed while they held each other and kissed each other as if they could never be close enough to satisfy the craving of their hearts. The depth of their very obviously mutual passion left him shaken and disoriented.

Soon Elizabeth had considered him to be her closest friend. She looked forward to meeting him. With him she felt free to pour out her innermost thoughts.

The heavens are about to open. I think you must prepare for a wicked night of sin with me, Mrs. Ingram. We seem to have a habit of getting ourselves into such situations during rain storms, do we not?

He opened his mouth over hers.

They seemed very much alone together in the room.

He had glanced hastily around, but there were other riders in sight. He had had to content himself with lifting her hand, drawing her glove down to bare her wrist, and pressing his lips to the pulse there.

And he had kissed her with as much hunger as she had felt. For the minute or two that they were in each other's arms, she was sure, the years had been swept back for both of them.

And she had given herself to him, not just from sympathy but with more passion than he had ever known in a woman.

When had he become the sun and moon to her, the very air she breathed? - The Proposal

You are a remarkably attractive woman, Elizabeth, and six years has been a long time. I should not say no to an invitation to your bed.

And so she placed her hand in his and he gripped it firmly. She was touching him again after six long years. For a moment she forgot time and occasion. It could be no one else's hand: warm, broad, capable. She had once thought she could put her whole life in it and be safe.

I wanted to be able to give her all of myself. I tried.

And kissing her and holding her with a desperate tenderness and self-loathing when it was all over again.

God, he said very quietly. I have never been so terrified in my life. What? Diana frowned . . . I said I am terrified, he said. I think I am in love with you, Diana. I have never felt such a thing before or ever expected to do so. You don't have to say this, she said. I told you I expected nothing beyond tonight. I want a lifetime, he said. I want eternity. Diana, send me away.

And he was Robert, the man she had always loved, the only man who had ever touched her, the only man she had ever wanted. And wanted now with a searing passion.

Don't be coy, Suzanne, he said, advancing into the room and moving to her back to reverse the process with the buttons that the maid had begun. Today I need you.

When had he become the sun and moon to her, the very air she breathed?

And....and well, I can't be kissing a man. that's a good way to get tangled up...in forever

He respected her before he loved her, and he loved her before he finished his lunch that first day.