Quotes About Intimacy

Jax Cassidy serves up great sex with emotional intensity--what more can a reader want?

Do you ever stop to consider how seldom your significant other uses your name in daily life? For us it was always some term of endearment, like "honey" or "babe", or even the more extravagant "sugar badger" or "manly mouse". The only time that changed was during arguments when the strangeness of being called by your name left no doubt that you were in trouble.

Falling in love and having a relationship are two different things.

The flickering candlelight conspired with the silence, and we only interrupted each other's reading to share a casual delight.

Touching is a powerful act

Friendship is created out of the quality of time spent between two people, not the quantity.

Someone who comes to me cautiously, knowing that falling in love is easy and staying in love is hard, that passion dies and most relationships are doomed before they start.

No gentleman ever discusses any relationship with a lady.

the way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.

Most guys I know are assholes, I have some great asshole friends, but that's not the point. Friendship has got nothing to do with that. It's can you hang, can you talk about this without any feeling of distance between you?

To wake, and sleep, and know that one is loved; to hear, as I hear now, the whisper of a footfall; to feel the touch of hands; these things, above all else, are to be desired. I count myself fortunate, in that, for a little while, I have known them.

He balled up my discarded sweatshirt and put it against his shoulder. "Go on," he said. "I don't bite." "And from what I hear, that's a good thing." He gave a rumbling chuckle. "Yeah, it is." I leaned against his shoulder.

Hate can be just as intimate as love.

Sex is just sex. It's everything wrapped around it that's the problem.

Because love isn't just love. It's all the other stuff, too.

She knows, every part of her knows, that she wants to kiss him. That he wants to kiss her. All of her skin prickles with longing. Her insides fizz. (The Lady and the Fox)

He was aware of the pulse in her wrist, warm against the heel of his palm. He was aware of his desire, taking him by the throat.

Love is not who you can see yourself with. It is who you can't see yourself without..

I'm not a woman, I'm your wife.

And you have held my hand for reasons not at all

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Do I believe in safe sex? Of course I do. I have a handrail around the bed.

There's a strange intimacy between a lost animal and the person who finds him. In terms of time, what you've shared is tiny and insignificant, but that moment is a vital pivot in the animal's life, the line between his old life and a better, new one. In some cases that fine line is the one between life and death.

He couldn't keep his eyes off her face, wished she'd take off those damned sunglasses so he could see the eyes he'd known so well.