Quotes About Intimacy

Roarke: Pull yourself together, Eve. He was already in a business suit, his hair shining and sleek... Eve: How come you already are? Roarke: Because staying in bed half the morning unless sex is involved is a waste of time. Since you didn't appear to be cooperative in that area, I started my day with coffee instead

But you're smarter than even he thinks he is. She paused, thought that through. If you get me. Aren't we full of compliments tonight? I'll have to bang you against the wall more often.

Marriage, she thought. Every bit as complicated and slippery as cop work.

Listen, if I can manage it, I'll try to swing home this afternoon for a bit. To—I don't know—help you out or something. His smile was warm and gorgeous. See there. You're acting like a wife. Shut up. I like it, he said, backing her against the door. Quite a bit. Next thing I know you'll be down in the kitchen, baking. Next thing you know I'll be kicking your ass, and you'll be the one who needs round-the-clock care. Can we play doctor?

Who's a girl?" "You're mine." His hands glided down her back, around and up to her breasts. "You're my girl." "Sap," she said, but in a little sigh as she gave him her lips again. She'd never been anybody's girl, had never wanted to be. It had always seemed a weak term to her, one of submission and vulnerability. But with him, it was sweet and foolish, and just exactly right.

Is there any exceptionally beautiful woman you haven't slept with? I'll make you a list. So, you knocked her down.

At least I'm not asking you to go to six o'clock Mass with me in the morning." "Darling Eve, to get me to do that the amount and variety of the sexual favors required are so many and myriad even my imagination boggles." "I don't think you can exchange sexual favors for Mass attendance. But if I decide to go check it out, and I get the chance, I'll ask the priest.

He'd wanted her. Out of all the women in the world, he'd wanted her. Wanted, hell, she thought grinning now. Pursued, demanded. Taken. And while she could admit all of that was exciting, he'd gone one step further. He cherished. She'd never believed anyone would, or could. And had never believed there was enough inside her to give all of those things back. (Lt. Eve Dallas)

After a while, Eve thought, marriage turned walls into clear glass so both of you could see right through each other.

And oddly, she realized, it wasn't small talk when it was with a friend. It was just . . . talk.

You won't forget me, Eve. You'll think of me, perhaps not fondly, but you'll think of me. I'm in the middle of a murder investigation. You're part of it. Sure, I'll think of you. Darling, he began, and watched with amusement as his use of the endearment knitted her brow. You'll be thinking of what I can do to you.

He did something he rarely did. He touched her. Just a pat of his hand over the back of hers. But it was, Eve realized, a kind of intimacy. An affectionate contact between comrades, and more personal than any act the victim had ever exchanged with a client.

I keep thinking, well, this'll settle down. It's bound to level off and settle down. But it doesn't. Even when things are just going smooth and we're just....living, I can look at you, and I've got no breath left. Every minute with you, I'm alive. I never knew before there were pieces of me unborn, just waiting for you. I'm alive with you, Eve She sighted, touched his cheek. We'd better get out of here. We're getting mush all over the pool.

I wouldn't change a moment of the time, good or bad, we've had together since I first turned and locked eyes on you. What a jolt that was through me. I've never recovered. - Roarke

But he knows me better than I figured. He knows she matters to me." "And he'll count on that messing you up. You gonna let it?

Roarke leaned over

They were shadows in the dark, cocooned in its secrets, bathed in its silence, enspelled by each other.

How does hanky-panky translate to sex? Who comes up with words like that? Probably people who don't have sex

You have to be naked with somebody for more than two hours for them to qualify as an ex. It's a law.

She curled up beside him, realizing they both needed this space of intimacy as much as they'd needdd the reassurance and release. Her world had been rocked. She only understood how violent the shake had been now that it was stead again.

Just lean on me, Lieutenant." McNab wrapped an arm around her waist. "You try to cop a feel, I can still put you down." "Whatever your condition, Dallas, you still scare me." "Aw." Touched, she slung an arm around his shoulders. "That's so sweet.

Yeah. They used to bang, and people tend to blab after a bang." "I'll be sure to guard my tongue." "It's usually tired from all the work during the bang," she pointed out, and made him laugh. "True enough.

He could make her want simply by existing. There'd been no one else who could ever hold her heart with no more than a look, a word. He'd given her a life beyond survival, beyond even the badge that had been her world, and the symbol of that survival.

He just took her mouth again, spun her again--twice and toward the bed. She considered putting up a fight, for form's sake, but just wriggled back enough to scowl at him. I'm working. Not yet, and you're mostly naked. Such a fine look on you, one of my favorites. Then why is that closet full of clothes? Because being an understanding sort, I appreciate your insistence on being fully dressed in public.