Quotes About Attraction

Nuria Monfort era una mujer más que atractiva, de rasgos tallados para figurines de moda y retratos de estudio, a la que la juventud parecía estar escapándosele por la mirada.

A usted cómo le gustan las mujeres, Daniel? —No sé yo mucho de mujeres, la verdad. —Saber no sabe nadie, ni Freud, ni ellas mismas, pero esto es como la electricidad, no hace falta saber cómo funciona para picarse los dedos. Hala, cuente. ¿Cómo le gustan?

She was taken, and all he could do was admire. Look and not touch. But if she ever became available, all bets were off.

She is everything I want and didn't know I needed. And so much more.

I can only describe my reaction to him as an immediate and fatal attraction, although I had no inkling then of just how fatal it would turn out to be.'1

Today, for me, her gender seemed a null, a promise, a projection screen; neither masculine nor feminine, or perhaps both at once?—but no less erotically powerful or compelling for the confusion I felt when I looked at her.

These hips are mighty hips. These hips are magic hips. I have known them to put a spell on a man and spin him like a top

From Cherish Tomorrow ... "I want you," she said softly. His jaw became rigid with disapproval. "I'm too damned old for you." "You're perfect." She touched the hardness of one cheek with loving fingers. "You're too young for me!" She shrugged. "I'll get older."

I can't help it when I'm around you. You don't have any idea how beautiful you are or how you affect a man, do you, darlin'?

JACKSON'S DARK BROWN HAIR curled up on his shirt collar. Black lashes and heavy brows framed his blue eyes. A few crow's-feet around his eyes were the only sign that he'd just passed his fortieth birthday and they were minimized in the dim restaurant lights. His jeans were creased and stacked up over his highly polished black boots just the right way. Waitresses stopped what they were doing and gazed at him over their shoulders as he passed. Their

Two women chasing him, ready and waiting for his call and the one that had buts at the end of every sentence was the one who turned him inside him out with a simple kiss.

Allie's eyes followed him as he walked away. He filled out those jeans really well and she could imagine what that tight butt would look like with nothing on it at all. Good lord, she had to get a grip.

Darlin', he is so damn sexy that my underpants crawled all the way to my ankles.

She didn't care what common sense said, she wanted him to kiss her again.

She started up the car and sighed. If only her fiancé, Ethan, could be as passionate as the men that Candy Parker wrote about. It didn't matter if they were cowboys, firemen, Navy SEALs, or even mechanics. They all had one thing in common. They knew how to turn a woman on until all she could think about were their hands and lips on every part of her body.

The closer he came, the bigger his eyes got through those thick lenses. It was downright sexy when his eyelids shut and the lashes fanned out on his cheekbones. His lips brushed against hers and heat shot through her body. One arm tangled up in her hair and the other snaked its way around her midriff. His tongue gently parted her lips and he made love to her mouth.

didn't ask if you loved him or even if you were in love with him. I asked if you like him.

Wow, Callie! I bet Finn could pick you up. Callie could feel the heat coming up the back of her neck, but she couldn't stop it. Soldiers didn't blush. They were mean and tough and could take out snakes, spiders, and even enemy combatants. But a visual of her hanging over Finn's back with her butt so close to his lips that he could kiss it --- well, hell's belles, that would make the devil himself blush.

Reality was that no matter how well he filled out those creased jeans, he truly was forbidden fruit.

You, Declan, are sexy as hell. He leaned in and kissed the top of her breasts. And how sexy is that? Think of the heat down there in hell. You are seven times hotter than that.

She leaned toward dark hair and was drawn to blue eyes.

Deke met them on the porch and led the way into the house. Taller than the Dawson brothers, he was every bit as handsome with thick brown hair that he wore long enough to be sexy, hazel eyes, and broad shoulders. Women tended to flock to him like a moth to a burning candle. But taming Deke would be harder than training a Dawson cowboy to the halter. He was full of tough cowboy charm, and it would take a special woman to rope him and get him aimed toward the altar.

Must be wicked, sexy thoughts about what I'd do with Toby Dawson if I could just peel those jeans off his body and jump his bones, then.-

No woman had ever made him feel so protective, yet so protected at the same time. He shifted his gaze to her lips. He had to taste them, had to claim them for his own right then, or his heart was going to jump right out of his chest and die on the floor at the ends of her cute little toes.