Quotes About Intimacy

She silenced him with her mouth, then pulled back. You can't change what I think of you. He reached up and brushed her lower lip with his thumb. If you truly knew me, everything you believe would change. Your heart would be the same. And that is what I love.

V had been keeping his eye on the guy. After they'd spent hours alone together, they'd parted awkwardly and taken separate showers. Fortunately, though, the hot water had been a reset for them both, and when they'd met up again in the Pit's kitchen, it had been business as usual. And shit remained that way

With the supplies gathered, he went over to the stainless-steel sink and pressed the foot pedal to get the water running. While he washed his hands, he said quietly, If I could, I would. Excuse me? Qhuinn pumped some suds into his palms and scrubbed all the way up his forearms. Which was overkill, but if Blay wanted him superclean, then that was what he was going to be. If I could love a guy like that, it would be you.

With that, he looked over his shoulder. Blay's breath shot out of his lungs. Oh... my God, he whispered.

Come here. I need to hold on to you. She felt the same way. And when there was no distance between them, it was like coming home.

Scratch what I said before. I think I am falling in love with you. Right here. Right now.

She pulled back the sheet. Good God, his sex was... It's gotten so...huge Butch barked out a laugh. You say the nicest things.

It...is for me? Aye. So what say you, lover mine.

You said you wanted to remember something.' His palms slid up to the top of her thighs and squeezed. 'So lie back and let me do my thing.' -Issac Rothe, Crave

Oh…man. She was dressed for love, as far as he was concerned: Flannel pajama bottoms with stars and moons on them. Little white T-shirt. Floppy suede moccasins.

You're so very naked, she whispered against his shoulder. He smiled into her hair. So are you.

just like peaches, he said, stripping off her panties. And I love peaches. -Wrath

He wanted her nails in his back and her tongue in his mouth and her hips rocking under his until he came so hard he saw stars. Then he wanted to sleep with her in his arms afterward. And wake up and eat and make love again. And talk in the dark about things both stupid and serious— Oh, God. He was bonding with her. The bonding thing was happening.

When I lie this close to you, when I smell your scent, when I hear your voice, I know everything that matters. She looked down the length of him. You are the male I want to mate with. That's who you are.

I don't do one-night stands, she blurted. Who says one will be enough.

You're so beautiful." "I'm still covered," she moaned. "But it doesn't matter what you look like." He lifted his head and stared at her. "The details of size and shape don't matter to me. The fact that it is you…that is what makes it beautiful to me.

Marissa in a long creamy gown. The cop in front of her, stroking her face, evidently poleaxed. All around them, the delicious scent of sex in the air.

Listen, I don't want things to get weird, okay. Oh, yeah, no, weird is bad. But just so you and I are clear, I really fucking want to kiss you right now.

We also mark what's ours. And as I'm not going to see you for twelve hours, I think I'll leave a little more all over you.

For her, he was . . . the one.

As she stood down below him on the street,it seemed impossible that she'd connected with him as she had,but then,the phone was virtual relating,one step up from being online.Both people were in their own environments,invisible to each other,only their voices mixing.It was false intimacy.

The effect she had on him was druglike, a tantalizing combination of sexual need and profound ease. Like he was having an orgasm and falling into a peaceful sleep at the same time. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before.

But come on, like she hadn't seen every aisle in his grocery store already?

I wish to be naked before you, she commanded. Make it so, Manuel.