Quotes About Intimacy

We were putting ourselves through the wringer for those moments of perfection between us, but they were so tenuous that only our stubbornness, determination, and love kept us fighting for them.

I want to keep feeling the way I feel when I'm with you. Just tell me what I have to do. And

Cat de profunda poare sa devina o poveste de dragoste daca nu cunosti genunile intunecate din sufletul celui pe care-l iubesti?

I'm all yours, honey. Flaws, baggage, and all.

Just before the doors closed, he said, "We're going to happen, Eva.

I stepped into my living room to the sound of female laughter. I wasn't surprised to find a long-legged blonde curled up next to Cary on my white couch, her hand in his lap, stroking him through his sweats. He was still shirtless, his arm tossed around Tatiana Cherlin's shoulders, his fingers idly stroking her biceps.

Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.

Sighing, he scooped me up like a bride and carried me over to the sofa.

I thought I was going to take you to bed, bang the hell out of your insanely sexy body until sunrise, then head home with a smile. But you chewed me up and wrung me out. I couldn't've crawled out of your bed if I'd wanted to and would've begged to stay if you'd tried to kick me out.

Gideon held my gaze as he said, "Good-bye, Cary," then powered off my phone and set it on the counter. His hair was damp and he wore black pajama bottoms that hung low on his hips. The sight of him hit me hard, reminding me of all that I stood to lose when I lost him—the breathless anticipation and desire, the comfort and intimacy, the ephemeral sense of rightness that made everything worthwhile.

I look at the centerfold spread over the top of my toilet's water tank. She's got dark hair and blue eyes, and her legs are long. They always look like that, the women in the pictures Hugh brings.

I want you to care that much. I want you crazy about me. But possessiveness without trust is hell. If you don't trust me, we've got nothing

Angus slid behind the wheel and started the car. I felt Eva's gaze on the side of my face. Her hand pulled away and I nearly groaned at the loss of her touch. Then she shifted, curling into my side. Her other hand slid back between my legs, cupping my cock possessively. Her lips pressed a kiss against my jaw.

He was a man who wanted no complications with his sex and I was a woman who found sex complicated

I'm safe in your arms. But you have never been safe in mine.

Well," she said, "I'm no weatherman, but I predict you'll be getting several inches tonight.

You're wearing the fuck-me look, he drawled. And that would be because you're so extremely fuckable, I shot back. Waking up to you is like...presents on Christmas morning. His mouth curved. For your convenience, I'm already unwrapped. Batteries not required.

The simple fact was, Gideon and I were the best and worst things that had ever happened to each other

How we need another soul to cling to.

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love? From Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices, 1962

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.

I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent, so I could respect him.