Quotes About Intimacy

Había pasado muchas horas con aquel hombre durante los últimos seis años. Solo hablaban de libros, pero ¿hay algo en la vida más personal que los libros?

He would know her handwriting anywhere.

I love you, Sadie," Sam said. "I know, Sam. I love you, too.

To allow yourself to play with another person is no small risk. It means allowing yourself to be open, to be exposed, to be hurt. It is the human equivalent of the dog rolling on its back -- I know you won't hurt me, even though you can. It is the dog putting its mouth around your hand and never biting down. To play requires trust and love.

You'll meet someone. I did." "Fuck you. I like you. I'm used to you. You are the one, you asshole. I can't meet someone new." He

but . . . Someday, you may think of marrying. Pick someone who thinks you're the only person in the room.

Someday, you may think of marrying. Pick someone who thinks you're the only person in the room. —A.J.F.

you shouldn't go throwing around your love so easily.

They had only ever discussed books but what, in this life, is more personal than books? Knife.

They had only ever discussed books but what, in this life, is more personal than books? Knife. Flatten. Stack. And how rare is it to find someone who shares your tastes?

Love you," she repeats.

Aveva trascorso parecchie ore con quell'uomo, negli ultimi sei anni. Avevano discusso sempre e solo di libri, ma cosa, in questa vita, è più personale dei libri?

They had only ever discussed books but what, in this life, is more personal than books?

I can promise you books and conversation and all my heart.

Someday, you may think of marrying. Pick someone who thinks you're the only person in the room.

for the first time, in this unforeseen way, with half a house between them, the frigid star of the demimonde finally allowed a man to touch her.

Kate was right behind him. When he turned around, she was taken off guard by the power of his nearness. His masculine aura of strength engulfed her; she was suddenly all too aware of the bed nearby. Without warning, the air between them was charged with overwhelming tension. Her heart slammed in her chest. His hard face was shadowed by the candles' glow as he gazed almost wistfully into her eyes. In spite of all his assurances, his hunger for her was palpable in the room, confusing her.

That low, velvet voice alone was enough to stir her desire. He smelled of horse and leather and his own subtle musk that she had become as addicted to as opium-eaters to the smell of their pipe smoke. As he bent closer and gave her an affectionate little cuddle, she but her lip with a vague pang of want. "Miss me?" he breathed in a seductive tone by her ear.

How was she not to be swayed by a man who had saved her life, who had pledged himself to her protection, talked to her like a true friend, and charmed her daily--- a big, beautiful man who had already given her an unforgettable taste of pleasure that first night in his bed? Did he think her made of stone? God help her, but she wanted more. Last night, she had so needed to taste his mouth again, to caress his splendid chest and arms, desperate to get as close to him as she could.

In that moment, he had not known which he had wanted more: to gather her onto his lap and comfort her, or to lay her down and ride her into mindless, sweaty ecstasy. He cast off the question with a restless shrug, deciding to do both as soon as he was done here.

When you love a man, you are in his power.

Rohan shrugged off the chill, but such eerie thoughts made him all the more glad they had brought him the girl. On so foul a night, it would be good to have a warm body beside him in bed. And beneath him, and on top of him... He cleared his throat, eager to get his hands on her.

I want you. Stop playing games.

She drew his warm, oversized robe closer around her body, suddenly feeling lost, not knowing how to act. "Well, go get dressed," he ordered with a lordly little smile as he noticed her wavering. "How's a man to think with a luscious naked woman lying around? You, my dear, are far too distracting." His smoldering gaze, so full of desire for her, thrilled Kate to the marrow. His glance alone could warm her blood on this cold winter's day.