Quotes About Intimacy

I've often thought that my lack of intimacy with those around me is the fault of those around me.

Kiss me....Cassie....Like you mean it.

Mircea must have heard us come in, but he continued what he was doing. He stood with his back to us, the candlelight on his bare skin causing his muscles to fall into sharp relief. He'd washed the river gunk out of his hair and now he threw it back, the water droplets shimmering in the light. The scene looked for all the world like a really good romance novel cover.

And then Mircea finally let me down, only to get his hands inside the coat and push me against the wall. "I'm dirty," I protested. He waggled his eyebrows. "Promise?" "Mircea!" I laughed in spite of myself…

I'd never known that anyone could kiss in English, kiss in apologies.

I felt rather than heard someone come up behind me and I didn't have to wonder who. My vagina had just gotten a heartbeat.

Mircea leaned over to refill my wineglass, and a section of his bare chest showed under the robe, along with a hint of dusky nipple. It's a good thing I'm too stuffed to move, I thought hazily. I would so have jumped that.

It should have really ticked me off—the conceit of it, the more than a hint of possession, the presumption that he could just walk into my bathroom anytime he liked and— And I didn't care. I wanted to turn in to the feel of those hands,wanted to sink into all that warmth, wanted to preen like a cat being stroked, wanted— Wanted. And it scared the hell out of me.

I see you." You always did, I thought, watching sparks dance in his eyes.

When we'd started working together, I'd assumed it would be a question of putting up with Pritkin; then suddenly the stupid hair was making me smile, and the sporadic heroics were making my heart jump and the constant bitching had me wanting to kiss him quiet.

Then he suddenly looked back at me. "I see you." You always did, I thought, watching sparks dance in his eyes.

In Wirklichkeit fühlte ich mich, als würde ich aus Zuckerwatte bestehen, und jeder, der wollte, konnte sich ein Stück von mir abpflücken und damit wegrennen.

If every time you call him you simply get his voice mail, and every time he calls you he wants to come over and "chill" at your place -- admit it; you're just a jump-off.

As she hangs out the window her husband walks below, but her husband hadn't memorized her shadow and she didn't know how to wear perfume.

I swear, I'm gonna have to lock you up. I'd chain you to my bed, except I'm seldom in it.

Tell me what you want, my love," he rasped through parted lips. "Tell me now." "You, Staff, you. Forever and always. Please." "Only Staff?" "Yes, yes. Please, my love. Put out the fire." "But first I have to fan it brighter," he said low, and moved into her instantly.

Personally, I would rather have a boy notice the book I was reading and tell me he liked it, too. That seems like a better sign of caring about someone than a kiss some French guy invented.

I can't be sure, but I think love is someone who gets you.

Allegra's Austen wrote about the impact of financial need on the intimate lives of women. If she'd worked in a bookstore, Allegra would have shelved Austen in the horror section.

I want what you're throwing away. I want someone in my life who loves me-warts and all. I want someone to smile at me first thing in the morning. I want someone to give a damn whether I come home in the evening.

Stop staring at my dick," he growled. Oh, yes it was definitely an illusion. "Barrons loved me staring at his dick,"I informed it. "he would have been happy if I'd stared at his dick all day long, composing odes to its perfection.

One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.

I didn't ask. Some things are better left unsaid. He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him. Never will. He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. Later we would go to bed, and when he rose over me, dark and vast and eternal, I'd know joy.

Four: If you try to force yourself into my head, I will force myself into your pants.