Quotes About Attraction

If you chase him in a black nightie, first he'll have sex with you . . . and then he'll run.

If a man has to wait before he sleeps with a woman, he'll not only perceive her as more beautiful, he'll also take time to appreciate who she is.

The person who is least dependent on the outcome of the relationship will automatically draw the other person in.

Never assume you are not attractive enough, and therefore you have to overcompensate or chase a man. Taste is subjective.

It isn't about the looks; gorgeous women get dumped every day. It isn't about intelligence. Women of all types, from brilliant women to women with the IQ equivalent of plant life, pull it off every day. It's about mystery and learning how to create intrigue.

If you always make him feel he has plenty of space to do his own thing, he'll always feel that lust. You'll be like a lover not like his mother. He'll perceive you as a privilege rather than an obligation, and he'll come your way.

Overcompensating or being too eager to please will lessen a man's respect; it will give the kiss of death to his attraction

The woman who is unforgettably sexy is a confident woman who can function on her own, and who won't always let him have the upper hand... with one caveat... she can't be too strong or combative that he feels emasculated

Her aura says she doesn't want him desperately enough, need him desperately enough, or let him get under her skin enough.

The more independent you are of him, the more interested he will be.

When a man sees you are happy with him but you can be just as happy having nothing to do with him, that's when he won't want to leave your side. When you are happy, you are sexy.

No," she replied, her voice barely audible. "I thought we might create some sparks together. But now I know nothing we do will ever rival the passionate embrace between a hunting rope and a snake.

At least once in his life, he would like for her to look at him as she would a morsel of fine French pastry. Or a slice of Victoria sandwich. Or even a humble piece of buttered bread.

But tonight, after the carriages left, there would be Millie, her scent like a breeze from their lavender field at the height of summer, her skin as smooth as the finest velvet. Their eyes met. She flushed. Desire tumbled through him.

I won't bite, you know," he said. "I might lick, but I won't bite." "I don't want you to lick either." "I will lick only where you like, how is that?

The woman was a holy terror: the sweetest face, the pillowiest bosom, and a perspicacity that stripped a man naked in seconds.

Because I've never been wanted so much by a woman who dislikes me so. And I would like to experience that fully.

Moths and flames, mankind and death--there is little difference.

If more people recognized the difference between friendship and mere attraction, or how love must partake of both to prosper, I expect there'd be more happy people." "And a lot fewer poems and plays," I said, laughing as I splashed about in the scented water.

If more people recognized the difference between friendship and mere attraction, and how love must partake of both to prosper, I expect there'd be more happy people.

Swearing, he fisted a hand in her short hair, yanked her head back and slanted his mouth over hers. She opened for him, humming with delight and Law was cursing himself even as he gorged on her taste. Fuck, she was sweet—hot, sweet, and perfect.

Fuck, I wanted her. Even knowing what she thought of me, I wanted her. In all my life, I'd never wanted anything, not really.

Fuck, I wanted her. Even knowing what she thought of me, I wanted her. In all my life, I'd never wanted anything, not really. Except maybe not to be what I was—what I'll always be. But I wanted her with every fiber of my being but it was more than a physical need, although that was a gut-wrenching thing, one that might end me. I wanted everything about her, from the way she laughed, to the way she spoke to her dog to the solemn way she surveyed everything.

I want you.Every instinct i possess urges me to mount my horse and ride from here as if all the demons in hell were after me,but i cannot.I find myself deliberately walking into the web of your spinning." -Brett Dangermond