Quotes About Intimacy

You think you'll fall in love again one day?" He straightens Partridge's bow tie. "I sure as hell hope not.

Sometimes your secrets are your only value.

Like my ancestors, I believe that stories can save us. Our stories are our greatest currency. What one person is willing to share with another is a test of intimacy, a gift that's given.

And before he knew what he was doing, he reached out and with a thumb brushed away one teardrop glistening in that mauve crescent beneath her eyes. And then he looked down at his thumb, and rubbed the tear out of existence, right into his skin.

He regarded her thoughtfully, and something about that look traveled up her spine like a trailed finger.

Before him and since he'd gone away, she'd either contracted or ever-so-subtly contorted her very being to accommodate nearly everybody else. She was only ever wholly herself with him.

What was love if not a certain pleasantly deluded familiarity built up over years?

A girl could forget her precise location in the universe when a man looked at her with eyes like those.

Not every man will make you want to do anything he wishes because the moment he touches you your body is his to command. Not every man is capable of making you scream with bliss in every imaginable position, or knows where to touch you or listens to your breath and your sighs to know precisely how to touch you, so that the pleasure you experience is the most intense. Not every man will make you see stars every ...single... time.

You are my dream, Cynthia.

Their faces were inches apart now, and he traced her lips with one finger, lightly, lightly, then placed his lips there as if he'd drawn them into being.

I couldn't see it because you are my heart, damn you! And how can I see my own heart if it's beating in my own chest?

Rebecca stared back at him, still dazed. She'd forgotten how to speak; it seemed an unimportant skill, anyhow, when such kisses were to be had, when a whole world could be made from a kiss.

The line of Miss Eversea's spine seemed positively 'alive' with... something. Outrage? Horror? Hilarity? He noticed the very fine line of hair traveling up the fragile nape of her neck, and something about that intimate little trail made the back of his own neck tingle as though she'd brushed her fingers there. Something entirely unexpected was happening in the region of his solar plexus.

She most definitely had an instinct for passion, an instinct that matched his own, that had nearly caused him to lose his head. Well, now he knew her skin was petal smooth; he knew the rich wine of her mouth; he knew the feel of that delicate, puckered nipple rubbed against his cheek---

sex always changed things between people, a bit the way an earthquake shifts a landscape.

Her heart was walloping away in her throat, and she was certain he could feel it, as his fingers lingered there. Nearly everything on her body that could stand erect was erect now, clamoring for his touch. The hair on the back of her neck, her arms. Her nipples. Are you afraid, Genevieve? No. You do enjoy saying my name. It has a lilt. I see. Her voice was faint. Because you should consider being a little afraid.

Backward now?' he suggested. 'Are you going to call out our lovemaking like a billiards game?

Because he spoke to her the way no one else had ever spoken to her, which meant he saw her in a way no one else saw her.

And for a moment he simply held her and she held onto him. It might have been the most perfect moment of his life so far.

Murmured to him nonsense, which is the language of love

Nothing was more erotic than a big, hot, strong guy armed with a spreadsheet whose object was to make her life easier.

they were coming into focus to each other. As though each of them was a sun, burning away each other's obscuring mists.

Still, there was something he'd wanted to know for some time now, and he found he couldn't deny himself this particular opportunity. Very gently, almost stealthily, he leaned forward and rested the backs of his fingers against Susannah's cheek. He regretted it instantly. For her skin was every bit as soft as he'd dreamed.