Quotes About Chemistry

She had no idea how long they kissed—and kissed—but she didn't think about stopping until she ran out of air. Breathing hard, she slowly opened her eyes and stared directly into his. They'd heated. Darkened. And something else. He wasn't looking so relaxed now. In fact, he was looking the opposite of relaxed. He looked…feral. And she was his prey.

She whipped around and found Hud standing there staring at her. He was in ski patrol gear today, looking official. And officially hot.

There were some men who just knew how to kiss, the kind of kiss that could send a woman reeling. The kind of kiss that could take away problems and awareness and … and everything. The kind of kiss that could shatter her into a trillion little pieces. The kind of kiss that somehow both calmed her body and soul even as it wound her up for more. Aidan was that kind of kisser.

He made it hard for a girl to not fall head over heels.

I'm not really into hurrying," he said. "What are you into?" "Slow. Long. Hard. Hot. Dirty…" His teeth sank into her earlobe. "You still in?

It's crazy…" she whispered against his mouth, "what you do to me." "Tell me," he said. "Tell me what I do to you." "You look at me like I'm the best thing you've seen

I'm all sweaty," she said again, even as her hands fisted in his hair. "That's okay," he said silkily, his mouth brushing her temple. "We're going to get even more so.

What is it with you and the caveman thing?" she asked. And why, oh why, do I like it so much?

I'm not annoyed by you," he said. "No?" He smiled. "No." "What are you?" she whispered, still staring at his mouth. "Lots of things." He pulled her up and rubbed his thumb over the stain on her jaw, feeling a surge of satisfaction when her breath caught again. "Including turned on.

It was the craziest thing, but the more unreasonable she got, the more attracted to her he became.

Did you just try to inhale me?" he asked, looking amused. "Ha." She crossed her arms. "You wish.

Only one condom, he reminded her. We used the other a few hours ago. We'll have to get creative. Thank God. He was good at creative. Really, really good.

If she'd thought the oncoming storm outside was crazy, it was nothing compared to what happened between her and Finn every time they so much as looked at each other.

She sucked in a breath. You're... When she didn't finish the sentence, he turned his head and watched her gaze drop to his mouth, which was only a few inches from hers. Handy, she finished softly. And you're... She smiled. Stubborn? Annoying? Set to go, he said.

He slid his fingers over her jaw and tilted her face up to his. You're smarter than hell, sexier than hell, and I like you way more than I should, he said.

Every time they so much as looked at each other, the air crackled. He hadn't yet decided if that was good or bad, but he was definitely leaning towards bad.

Just a hint," she pressed. "A word of comment. Something shared between two people who are very attracted to one another." "Which two people would that be?

My part is at an end. I would like to think that theirs ends as happily. But that knowledge is beyond me now. I am subject to a different kind of chemistry. Evaporating blithely into the bright air, my own mystery approaches, and I see no phantoms, predict no futures, even the blissful present barely glimpsed – through a glass, darkly.

When I'm with you, bells go off in my head like a moving truck that's backing up.

What makes you walk past thirty-thousand people without a second glance, and then you look at the thirty-thousandth-and-first person and know you'll never take your eyes off her again?

The brain of a person in love will show activity in the amygdala, which is associated with gut feelings, and in the nucleus accumbens, an area associated with rewarding stimuli that tends to be active in drug abusers. Or, to recap: the brain of a person in love doesn't look like the brain of someone overcome by deep emotion. It looks like the brain of a person who's been snorting coke.

But still, it looked completely natural, as if we had been kissing at the ends of sentences for ages, while the rest of the world was still hung up on punctuation.

Why is it that only in the very beginnings of a relationship are you aware of the heat coming from inside a person, of the number of inches you would have to move for your shoulders to brush as if it were an accident?

If there's a physical component to falling in love—the butterflies in your stomach, the roller coaster of your soul—then there's an equal physical component to falling out of love. It feels like your lungs are sieves, so you can't get enough air. Your insides freeze solid. Your heart becomes a tiny, bitter pearl, a chemical reaction to one irritating grain of truth.