Quotes About Intimacy

What do you think, Ronnie? Do you think we could stop after just one kiss?

You couldn't attach a 'but' to 'I love you'. You could onlt attach an 'and'.

Here." Sam came over, stripped down to his boxers. "Hunch forward and put your head down." Robin looked at him. "My safe word is monkey.

Ah, God, Lys" he breathed, and she opened her eyes to look up at him. She was the love of his heart, his true partner in both work and life, and the idea of losing her to the violence of the world they lived in scared the living shit out of him. But her smile lit her eyes, her face, and he pushed the darkness away and let himself grin back at her like the damn fool that he was. This moment-now-was perfect, and he wasn't going to let his fears interfere.

And I was thinking with a part of my anatomy that has nothing to do with my brain." Veronica had to laugh at that. "Oh, really?" "Yeah," Joe said. His smile grew softer, his eyes gentler. "My heart." And then he kissed her.

His body against hers, inside hers, that slow slide out and then home again, a miracle. And a miracle. And a miracle and...Hot Targetsuzanne brockmann

What's better than loving and being loved?

So where's my hug.

Then...you want to tell me what's going on with you and Deck?" Lindsey asked. "Nothing's going on," Tracy started to say, but changed it to a simple, "No." Lindsey, after all, wasn't an idiot. Naked plus naked equaled something, not nothing.

Why does it not surprise me that you talk during sex?

She was going to let him in, going to give him everything he so desperately wanted, and take more form him than he'd probably dreamed he was capable of giving. - Molly to 'Jones'/Grady

Ah. That was what he was doing. Once they were beneath the covers, no one would be able to tell if they were making love or simply trying on each other's underwear. Especially if they turned off the lights.

And you know, I love you, too," Wes told him. "And you know how I mean that, so no making any stupid jokes.

What I meant to say," Bobby told her, moving close enough to catch her chin with his hand, so she now had to look up into his eyes, "was that I find you as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside.

What she wanted was right there, between them, pressed against her stomach—so big and accessible and user-friendly—neatly covered and ready to go.

Savannah, I've been talking my ass off for more than an hour now, telling you shit no one's ever heard anything about, hoping that I'll say something, Jesus God, anything that will convince you to have sex with me.

I know the M-word makes you nervous, but yeah. I'm talking about the big, permanent friendship. A little different from what Joe and Charles had, though. See, I want to be the kind of best friends who make love every night, who share all their darkest secrets and favorite jokes, and maybe even someday make babies together. I know that kind of friendship requires hard work, but you know, I'm pretty good at hard work. ~ Tom Paoletti, "The Unsung Hero

My favorite color is you.

Do you think," she said, "instead of having sex, we could make love?" "I'd love that," Ken whispered.

No doubt about it, Lawrence Decker was the reason God had invented nakedness.

Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.

I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, 'So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?' I turn into him. 'Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.

I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.

Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.