Quotes About Attraction

Here we are, a man and a woman, both wanting the same things, and yet, you aren't attracted to me.

She exists, Damon. There are women out there who crave what we can give them. Once you taste it, you can't ever let go of it

He also knew that this woman was different from all the women who'd come before her. That part scared the shit out of him and excited him all at the same time. What if she was the one? That woman who, when a man saw her, he was instantly struck with the knowledge that he was done for. Like Mia was for Gabe. Like Bethany was for Jace. The one.' -- Ash

God, you have a beautiful laugh, and your smile. Jesus, it knocks the breath out of me.

Like I'm beautiful. Like I'm the only woman who's ever affected you this way. Like in a room full of other women, you'd only see me.

You knew she was the one. I mean, the moment you saw her. Yeah. Kind of a cross between an 'I'm fucked' and a being struck by lightning sort of thing.

Attraction doesn't follow a set of rules, you know. But I know that I don't look at the others like I look at you.

You're under my skin. Can't get rid of you. Sometimes when I sleep . . . I can smell you," he admitted. "I can see your eyes and those cute glasses you wear. I wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through your hair.

Don't push me away. I'm attracted to you.

I love how you look at me.

Why?" she asked softly. "You don't even like me, Steele. You can barely stand to be in my presence." He pulled her back close, trapping her in his arms, his gaze boring into hers. "Why do you think that is, Maren? You're an intelligent woman. You saw the hard-on I had for you earlier. Put two and two together and I bet you'll find your answer." "You're attracted to me," she whispered.

She's not just any woman. I don't know, man. She hits buttons that a woman have never pushed for me.

Jesus," he muttered. "The world's most beautiful woman thinks I'm beautiful and I'm telling her we can't get involved. I either need my head examined or need to make sure my balls are still attached.

You want me?

I came for you.

Damn, but the man was sexy in a disdainful, you-annoy-me kind of way.

Oh, I want you. I want you so goddamn much I ache.

How can I possibly resist you when you say such pretty words?

What was it about this woman that inspired such an overwhelming response in him? Maybe he'd never know. Maybe this was what happened when you met your other half.

She took in a steadying breath as she stared at the handsome man sitting across from her. Yes, he was gorgeous. He was confident, wore arrogance like a cloak, and God, she loved arrogant, assured men, but he didn't come across like an asshole.

He was so incredibly beautiful, and she'd ached to be able to touch and explore him from day one.

He pressed his lips against her forehead in the gentlest of kisses. "I'm going to make love to you, Grace. Not right this minute. I'm not going to pressure you or rush this. But from the moment I saw you on that video surveillance tape, you were mine. I have no explanation for it. I don't even entirely understand the connection. But it's there, and I think you feel it too. I'm willing to wait until the moment is right, but you're mine.

But I let it slide, because, hello, hot guy.

Was it frisson when you saw a guy smile and it made your heart act all weird?