Quotes About Attraction

It was foolish to think some things were beyond happening, even being attracted to Negroes. I'd honestly thought such a thing couldn't happen, the way water could not run uphill or salt could not taste sweet. A law of nature. Maybe it was a simple matter of being attracted to what I couldn't have.

His laugh rose and fell and rose again, and I told myself I could love him for that alone.

He smiled then, and I saw he had a one-sided dimple. It's a feature that has always gotten to me.

He smiled then, and I saw he had a one-side dimple. It's a feature that has always gotten to me.

I don't do this, he continued. I don't get involved. But I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you. It started out as chemistry, pure sexual attraction. I don't even know what to call it. But it's different now. It's bigger and I can't control it and I can't not be with you.

Wanting struck him like lightning, burning hot and bright. His breath caught in his throat as the need grew. She fit him perfectly . . . And then there was the kiss. Her mouth was everything he'd hoped for. Hot and sweet and willing.

All righty, then. They both liked the kissing and touching. An interesting fact that should have absolutely no bearing on their lives. Really.

Zane Nicholson might not be big on conversation, but the man obviously knew his way around the bedroom…not to mention her body.

Phoebe fastened her seat belt, then gave him a quick glance. Her heart did a one and a half somersault with a half twist at the sight of his profile. He looked good enough to be on a coin.

Maya sat with Phoebe and Chase. He didn't linger on that group, because he knew what would happen. His gaze would settle on Phoebe, and he wouldn't want to look away. Not with the firelight making her eyes shine and her skin glow. Not with the sound of her voice easing inside of him and tying him up in knots. She was five kinds of temptation with just enough hell thrown in to make things interesting.

But as he explored her mouth, she felt heat pouring through her.

His brain might know that she was all wrong, but his dick kept pointing in her direction.

Phoebe, you're the most amazing lover I've ever had. You're sexy, responsive to the point of being a lethal weapon, sweet, funny, caring and if I had a box of condoms, I'd use every single one before sunup.

He gave her the kind of slow, sexy grin that had, for centuries, caused women to make very bad choices.

He towered over her as much while seated as he had while standing. Phoebe fastened her seat belt, then gave him a quick glance. Her heart did a one and a half somersault with a half twist at the sight of his profile. He looked good enough to be on a coin.

I think you're attracted to me and you don't know how to handle it." She

I'm not attracted to you." He winked. "It's okay. You can tell me. I'll keep your secret. You want me." "Only

His mouth turned up at one corner. His face was transformed when he smiled, even when it was a half-smile given halfheartedly. Wow. A sexy cowboy with a sense of humor could be dangerous. And while she'd always avoided danger in the past, for some reason, she found herself wanting to move just a little closer. Play with fire, she reminded herself. Only getting burned seemed like a small price to pay.

The sliding doors opened, and a man entered the baggage area. A tall, dark-haired man with incredibly broad shoulders, a cowboy hat and a gaze so penetrating Phoebe knew he could probably tell what color her panties were.

I don't think love is something you can start and stop by choosing. Our hearts tell us who we will love, and not the other way.

Self-respect. It would make me lovable. And it's the secret to good sex.

Desire has no history...

Indeed, the very first acknowledgment (as far as I am aware) of the attraction of mutilated bodies occurs in a founding description of mental conflict. It is a passage in The Republic, Book IV, where Plato's Socrates describes how our reason may be overwhelmed by an unworthy desire, which drives the self to become angry with a part of its nature.

His intensity was magnetic, irresistible.