Quotes About Intimacy

I'll go along with pretending this thing between us is temporary and casual, but every time we're together it feels too right to be temporary or casual.

No tengo excusa para estar aquí excepto el deseo de estar a su lado. A la mierda la apuesta. Quiero descubrir cómo puedo hacerle reír. quiero saber cómo hacerle llorar. Quiero saber lo que se siente si me mira como si fuera su caballero de brillante armadura.

Do you think about making love with me?" I lie awake most nights, fantasizing about sleeping next to her ... loving her. "Right now, muneca, makin' love to you is the only thing on my mind.

Me estas siguiendo? —ella pregunta, pero no se encuentra con mi mirada. —Si —le digo. — ¿Por qué? — ¿Honestamente? Ella me mira, sus cejas enarcadas. Le doy la única respuesta honesta y verdadera que tengo. —Estas donde yo quiero estar.

cause if you were my girlfriend and a stud like me was livin' in your house, I'd kiss you in front of the guy every chance I got as a reminder.

I'm going to kiss you." "Here?" "Oh, yeah. Right here, right now.

No, la próxima vez que te bese durará un largo, largo tiempo. Y cuando lo hayamos hecho comprenderás que estar excitado no es sobre la experiencia.

She's freaking out. If she cries, I won't know what to do. I'm not used to crying chicks. I don't think Carmen cried once during our entire relationship. In fact, I'm not sure Carmen has tear ducts.

What's the real reason you came here?" "Because I wanted to show you how much I love you," I say. Alex blinks a couple of times, but beyond that he shows me no emotion. This time he lifts his shirt over his head. He flings it to the side, baring his bronzed, washboard stomach.

I brush a strand of hair from her face, then move beside her. When she wraps her arms around my neck, all I want to do is protect this girl for the rest of my life. I ease her jacket open and lean away. A pink lace bra stares back at me. Nothing else. "Como un angel," I whisper. "Is our game over?" she asks nervously. "It's definitely over, querida. 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game.

I wasn't going to kiss you." "You wern't." "Nope. The next time I kiss you I'm gonna take my time...

To hand warmers," she says with a smile on her lips. "To hand warmers," I agree. And sex, I add silently. "Do

You know, I heard once that kissin' reduces the fire." "Is that your cheap way of telling me you want to kiss me?" He looks into my eyes, his dark gaze capturing mine. " Querida , I always want to kiss you.

I don't deserve you. You know that, querida, don't you?" "When are you gonna realize you're one of the good guys?" When I don't answer, she pulls my head down to hers. "My body is yours tonight, Alex," she whispers against my lips. "Do you want it?" "God, yes.

I came to see a Latino wedding, and I expect to see one," I tell him. "And here I thought you were comin' to be with me." "You've got a big ego, Fuentes." "That's not all I've got." He backs me against my car, his breath warming my neck more than the midday sun.

Your turn." "Do you ever think about makin' love to me?" He slides off a sock before I even answer his question.

Hold on tight," he says, pulling my hands around his waist. The simple feel of his strong hands resting on top of mine is intensely intimate. I wonder if he's feeling these emotions, too, but dismiss the thought. Alex Fuentes is a hard guy. Experienced. The mere touch of hands isn't going to make his stomach flutter. He deliberately brushes the tips of his fingers over mine before reaching for the handlebars. Oh. My. God. What am I getting myself into?

I start to get up, to leave him my whole bed so he could sleep in peace. "Don't leave me. " he says. "Lie next to me.

Who am I kidding? I have no reason for being here other than the fact that I want to be near her. Screw the bet. I want to know how to make this girl laugh. I want to know what makes her cry. I want to know what it feels like to have her look at me as if I'm her knight in shining armor.

Do you ever think about makin' love to me?" He slides off a sock before I even answer his question. "Yes," she answers. "Do you think about making love with me?" I lie awake most nights, fantasizing about sleeping next to her…loving her. "Right now, muñeca , makin' love to you is the only thing on my mind.

I brush a strand of hair from her face, then move beside her. When she wraps her arms around my neck, all I want to do is protect this girl for the rest of my life. I ease her jacket open and lean away. A pink lace bra stares back at me. Nothing else. " Como un ángel ," I whisper. "Is our game over?" she asks nervously. "It's definitely over, querida. 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game.

I thought we were gonna take this relationship slow." "A back rub is harmless." My eyes roam over her kick-ass bikini-covered bod. "I'll have you know I've been intimate with girls wearin' a lot more.

If I skip about, it's with my eyes fixed on your flesh and bones.

You smell of cinnamon in spite of the mombins.' 'You smell of cinnamon too,' I'd murmur.