Quotes About Intimacy

Even in the most richly communicative and reciprocal love affairs, it is nearly impossible to sustain that initial state of rapture beyond a few weeks.

He was discovering that being in love was not a steady state, but a matter of fresh surges or waves.

If she went, what was he going to do with all these loving facts, these torturing details? If she wasn't with him, how would he bear all this knowledge of her alone? The force of these considerations drove the words out of them, they came as easily as breath. I love you, he said.

They both knew the vitality of the unsaid, whose invisible spirits danced around them now.

But the lovers are locked in, as only lovers can be.

Ah, mirosul am?rui al pielii unei alte persoane, acest veÅŸmânt menit s? ascund? miezul de fecale.

you expect me to fall on my back with my legs spread. Not necessarily. ... You can fall on your hands and knees if you prefer. Or against the wall. Or on the kitchen counter. I suppose I might let you be on top, if you make it worth my while.

How was I supposed to know that you let two little bears hurt you, Goldilocks? Ah, yes, that mouth. I missed it. All mine now.

You know, she said, stirring her tea, the fastest way to get him off your back is to sleep with him. And tell him you love him. Preferably while in bed. I smirked and the tea almost came out of my nose. He'd run like he was on fire.

I dreamed that Curran and I killed a dinosaur and then had sex in the dirt.

Mmmm, Kate, the Chief of Security. Sexy. Who better to guard my body then the woman who owns it? Curran, I will punch you.

Can you turn so you're not pressed against me?" "I could," he said, his voice amused. "But then you would have to lie on top of me." My brain said, "NO." My body went, "Wheee!

I wanted you to stop." "I was encouraged by you breathlessly moaning my name." I spun on my foot. "I wasn't moaning your name. I was shrieking in alarm." "That was the sexiest throaty shrieking I've ever heard." "You need to get out more.

The sound of my name in his voice stopped me in midturn. I don't know how the hell he did it, but whenever he said my name, it cut through all other distractions and made me pause, as if he'd clenched me to him and kissed me.

He kissed me, and I pulled my personal psycho into bed with me.

Raphael turned me over and looked at me, his face close to mine. You and I will never be done.You're my mate. He kissed the corner of my mouth. I almost cried. I stopped sleeping since you left, he said I'll sleep for a couple of hours, wake up, you're not there. I closed my eyes. I need an answer, Andrea, he said. An answer? Mate. Yes or no. Do you need to ask? I whispered. You're my mate.

You're touching me," I chided him. He caressed my back, sliding his hand down, hitting every sensitive point I hadn't even known I had. "No, this is touching you. That was just accidental contact." "Oh? Good to know. If you touch me again and I break your arm off, you can be sure it will be completely accidental.

Will I get nights of ecstasy? And days. Ecstasy all the time.

In the whole world, there was no better place than being wrapped in him.

The kind of eyes that jumped from a woman's dreams right into her morning and made trouble in the marriage bed.

You're everything to me, he said into my ear. I wanted to tell him that he was everything to me, that I wouldn't let the darkness have him, that he never had to worry that I would give up and walk away. But the echoes of our shared pleasure stole the words, and so I said it the best I could. I love you.

She'd dropped to her knees and put her head on his chest, and when she'd heard the strong, even heartbeat, she'd cried and then kissed his lips gently, because he was asleep and he would never know. He'd scared her so much. Stupid wolf. Her stupid, stupid wolf.

We were not finished yet, not even close. I could still smell her. I remembered what she felt like. What she tasted like. This wasn't a casual sexual thing. This was a mating. I would have Kate as my mate. Whatever it took, no matter how long, she would be with me.

Do you ever think of anything but sex?" "Yes, I do. Sometimes I think of waking up next to you. Or making you laugh.