Quotes About Intimacy

Zane moved his horse next to Lucy's and simply grabbed the girl around the waist. When she settled on the saddle in front of him, he unbuttoned his coat, tucked it around her, then fastened the bottom three buttons. "I wish he could do that with me," Maya said with a shiver.

All righty, then. They both liked the kissing and touching. An interesting fact that should have absolutely no bearing on their lives. Really.

Zane Nicholson might not be big on conversation, but the man obviously knew his way around the bedroom…not to mention her body.

This can't be legal," she whispered. He raised his head. "Why not?" "It feels too good." He chuckled. She heard the sound, felt the soft exhalation of cool air on her bare, damp breasts, but she couldn't see anything. Not him, not herself. It was strange, but in a good way. The darkness gave her courage. "Take your clothes off," she said, knowing that she would never have managed the words in the light. "Yes, ma'am.

Take your clothes off," she said, knowing that she would never have managed the words in the light. "Yes, ma'am.

We can't," he said gently, ignoring the hardness and the pain in his groin. "You deserve better than something hot and fast up against a tree." She swallowed. "I'm not so sure about that.

Condom," she gasped. A movement stopped. "What?" Phoebe felt the earth open up in preparation of swallowing her. How could she have not mentioned this before? "I'm not on anything right now," she whispered. "Birth control. I'm not on the Pill." She gestured helplessly. "Shit, fuck, damn." Disappointment tied her in knots. "I was really only interested in that middle part," she joked.

Seconds later he was back, naked and clutching a handful of condoms. "Don't ask," he said when she glanced at them and raised her eyebrows.

all the way to her toes...and her soul. Her arms hung at her sides and she curled her fingers into her palms. She wanted to touch him, she wanted to hold him and be held, only it wasn't that simple.

But as he explored her mouth, she felt heat pouring through her.

They're going to help," she said. He frowned. "I know." "They like you. We all like you." "Oh. My. God." He turned and saw Maya staring at him. "I just got it," she said. "You had sex with Phoebe." She looked at Phoebe. "You had sex with Zane. I can't decide if this is great or too gross for words." Phoebe laughed. Zane walked toward his room. "Just get dressed.

Sex was easy—it was relationships that were a bitch

He loved his entire family, including his mother, but growing up with them had taught him that not every intimate detail needed to be shared. He hadn't wanted to know that his parents had enjoyed a new sexual technique the night before or that his sisters had their periods. He hadn't wanted to talk about his own sexual development or, back when he'd been a teenager, have his mother ask him, over breakfast, if he'd masturbated yet that day.

Susan Mallery

The combination of his teeth gently grating on her skin and his tongue flicking back and forth was the most erotic experience of her life. A sad statement on her sexual experiences, but still true.

The first was that he drew her earlobe into his mouth and sucked. It didn't sound like much. Had someone described the event to her she would have been mildly impressed, but not overly so. However, having it actually happen was very different.

Phoebe, you're the most amazing lover I've ever had. You're sexy, responsive to the point of being a lethal weapon, sweet, funny, caring and if I had a box of condoms, I'd use every single one before sunup.

Was she quiet in bed, or a screamer? He was open to either.

I think you're attracted to me and you don't know how to handle it." She

Reason returned and she wanted to wince. Had she really begged him not to stop? "I, um, want to tell you--" She broke off, not sure what she wanted to say to him. She looked at his face, but the night was too dark for her to be able to see what he was thinking. Besides, how was she supposed to think when the man's hands were still down her pants?

I have to know," he murmured. Know? Know what? Before she could ask, he moved his right hand across her hip to her belly, then slipped it down between her legs. His fingers slipped across slick, swollen flesh. They both sucked in a breath. He pulled his hand free and carefully zipped and buttoned her jeans. About fourteen thousand questions flashed through her brain, but she settled for the most important one. "What did you have to know?" "That you wanted it, too.

Susan Mallery

You know enough of me to believe me when I say I am not going anywhere. Not without you. You stay, I stay. You're not a fling, Amelia. For me, you are the reason to stop running.

To love is not to be fragile; it is to be unlocked and open. And when something is open, other things can come in.