Quotes About Intimacy

Don't tell me your name. It's likely to awaken my conscience, and that's the last thing we want.

He stepped toward her, and her heart just ached from it. His face was so handsome, and so dear, and so perfectly wonderfully familiar. She knew the slope of his cheeks, and the exact shade of his eys, brownish near the iris, melting into green at the edge. And his mouth-she knew that mouth, the look of it, the feel of it. She knew his smile, and she knew his frown, and she knew- she knew far to much.

No one said we had to spend every waking moment together," he said, "but at the end of the day"-he leaned and kissed each of her eyebrows, in turn-"an most of the time during, there is no one I would rather see, no one whose voice I would rather hear, and no one whose mind I would rather explore.

Daniel held himself very still, waiting for the wave of jealousy that never came. He was furious with the man who'd taken advantage of her innocence, but he did not feel jealous. He did not need to be her first, he realized. He simply needed to be her last. Her only.

And she never knew that he laid awake the whole time, his lips at her temple, his hand against her hair. Whispering her name. Whispering other words as well.

I vow to spend the rest of my life keeping your hands and feet warm.

The world seemed somehow different when one was lying down. Darker, more dangerous ... And in that moment, as he slowly closed the distance between them, he became her entire world.

The only words I'll allow from your mouth are, 'Oh, Gareth,' and 'Yes, Gareth.'" "What about 'More, Gareth'?" "He almost kept a straith face. "That will be acceptable.

It's just that I don't think friends tie friends to the bedpost." James choked on his tea. "Caroline, you have no idea.

And then what would she say? I just told your brother that I love him, and I'm afraid that he hates me? I can't be alone with Turner because I'm afraid he might ravish me? I can't be alone with Turner because I'm afraid I might ravish him.

His leg throbbed, but his heart felt lighter, and for the first time in years, the world seemed to be filled with possibility. "I love you," he said. And he thought to himself, That makes five. Five times he'd said it. It wasn't nearly enough. "And I love you." She bent down and kissed his leg. He touched his face and felt tears. He hadn't realized he was crying. "I love you," he said again.

I love you," he said, and it felt as if the whole world settled into place when he finally told her. "I love you, and I cannot bear the thought of a moment without you. I want you at my side and in my bed. I want you to bear my children, and I want every bloody person in the world to know that you are mine.

Daniel immediately knelt at her side, pulling her close. "It's all right," he murmured. "Everything is going to be all right." Anne shook her head. "No, it's not." She looked up, her eyes shining with love. "It's going to be so much better.

He had to kiss her. He had to. It was as basic and elemental as his breath, his blood, his very soul. And when he did... The earth stopped spinning. The birds stopped singing. Everything in the world came to a halt, everything but him and her and the feather-light kiss that connected them.

This was Penelope, and this was love.

And when he kissed her . . . All she wanted was more. "You are so beautiful," he murmured, and for the first time in her life, Sarah truly believed that she was. She touched his cheek. "So are you." Hugh smiled down at her, a silly half grin that told her he did not believe her for one second.

You're mine," he said, his eyes never leaving hers as he slid inside. "You're mine." And much later, when they were exhausted and spent, lying in each other's arms, he brought his lips to her ear and whispered, "And I'm yours.

Your heart is free now." "No," he whispered. "It's yours.

I thought you wanted food," she gasped. "I do," he murmured, tugging on the bodice of her dress. "But I want you more.

He leaned down and whispered, "I love you," in Honoria's ear. Just because he wanted to. She didn't look up, but she smiled. And he smiled, too

No one said we had to spend every waking moment together, but at the end of the day and most of the time during, there is no one I would rather see, no one whose voice I would rather hear, and no one whose mind I would rather explore. I love you, Hyacinth Bridgerton. And I always will.

He touched her cheek, and he looked into her eyes. He saw his whole world there

I'm glad you liked the journal,' he said. 'It was lovely,' she said in soft, faraway kind of voice. 'Very lovely, and...' She looked away, blushing. 'You're going to think I'm silly.' 'Never,' he promised. 'Well, I think one of the reasons I enjoyed it so much is that I could somehow feel that *you'd* enjoyed writing it.

He took her hand and squeezed. "Do I look a mess?" she asked. He nodded. "But you're my mess," he whispered. And he was very glad for that.