Quotes About Intimacy

Two years married, she thought, and he could still make her heart hum.

Your heart runs deep. It is…choosy. It is careful, but when it's given, it's complete.

You're not just the center of my world, Eve. He kissed her brow, her temples, her lips. You're the whole of it.

Why did people always get tangled up with other people? Why put ourselves through this shit?

I'm tired of every time I have a moment with you, you put murder between us." "There is murder between us." "No. If anything, that's what brought us here. Is that the problem? You can't shed Lieutenant Dallas long enough to feel?" "That's who I am." "Then that's who I want.

She took his mouth, gave it a nice little bite as she ground against him. There you are, she murmured. Well, you've left me no choice. A cock's always ready to crow. He laughed, wrapped his arms around her. Crowing's not what mine's ready for. Show me. She went to work on his trousers. Amused, aroused, he watched her. In a bit of a hurry, are we? I've got to use you and get back to work, so no dawdling.

When she lay curled against him, her skin dewed from passion, there was still that small, cold place inside of her where the heat hadn't quite reached.

The goodie drawer of all goodie drawers. This dildo not only throbs, vibrates, expands, and comes equipped with hands-free feature, it sings a choice of five popular tunes." He crouched beside her. "You couldn't have tried it out that quickly." "Pervert. I turned it on to see. He's got some illegals sprinkled through here, too.

When Eve started to climb in, Roarke took her hand and tumbled her into his lap. "Hey." Mortified, she jabbed with her elbow. "I love to fluster her when she's on duty," Roarke said, wrestling Eve back onto his lap. "And how was your day, Peabody?" Peabody

and thought if every day started off with sex and waffles, people would maybe be less inclined to kill each other.

Roarke. She had to admit, maybe just this once, she enjoyed being swept up and carried off. Yes. I always thought too much emphasis, in society, advertisement, entertainment, was put on sex. Did you? I did. Grinning, she shifted her body, quick and agile, and overbalanced him. I've changed my mind, she said as they tumbled onto the bed.

I love you." His eyes met hers briefly, and it was there. The simplicity of it. The enormity of it.

I love you, Eve. Nothing changes that, nothing could. But Christ, you piss me off.

She didn't want Rufty to sit in the box, wanted more private than the lounge.

She needed, he knew, the human touch. His touch. It humbled him that she found strength there. That what they found in each other steadied them both. Soft here, and tender, to reaffirm who they were, what they'd beaten back. And would always beat back together.

Full-out guts. That's what I first admired about you. Now it terrifies me." For the first time she moved to him, laid a hand on his cheek. Almost as soon as she had, she dropped her hand and stepped back again, embarrassed. "I've been a cop for ten years, Roarke, never had more than some bumps and bruises. Don't worry about it." "I think you're going to have to get used to having someone worry about you, Eve.

Weren't they a pair? Roarke thought, two veteran cops who've waded through blood and madness. But put a bit of sex on the table between them, and they're as fidgety as virgins at an orgy.

Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead. —Benjamin Franklin

What do you think hooks people together? Besides the physical. I mean, sex hooks all sorts of people together that don't work.

I'm inside you." He panted it out as he pushed them both to madness. "Everything I am. Body, heart, mind.

She sat down, grinned—and made her lip throb again. "I love you." "Excellent news. You can prove it with lots of sex." "We had sex a few hours ago." "No, we made love a few hours ago—angels surely wept. I want sex for this job, as it's given me a buggering headache trying to straddle your far-famed line. I want mad sex, with costumes—maybe props—and an intriguing story line." "Milking it, pal.

Everything in me skips and scrambles when you look at me like that." "You're mine." And that brought him something beyond excitement, something deeper than passion.

Do you know what else I think, Eve?' 'I don't have a clue.' 'I think I'm in love with you.

out both her hands, so when he crossed to the table