Quotes About Attraction

He'd loved that she'd fought back, that she was no pushover. That wasn't wanted in a woman, but maybe it was just what he needed.

He was the devil, but she didn't care. On some level she even knew he was using her own body against her, pitting her innocence against his experience, but she didn't care about that, either. She wanted to leap into the fire with both feet, arms wide, eyes open. She knew his world might be something she would have a difficult time accepting, but he was worth it.

She looked down onto his face. So gorgeous. It wasn't just his beautiful, very masculine features, it was the way he was inside. I'm in love with you. There isn't anything that you can tell me that is going to change that.

Mikhail seated himself across the small table from her, his eyes drifting lazily, possessively, over her alluring curves. Why do you dress in men's clothes? he asked. She laughed, soft and melodious, and her eyes lit with mischief. Because I knew it would annoy you. He threw his head back and laughed. -Mikhail & Raven

He was the very devil stalking her, and she was an angel chased by demons straight to him.

She wanted to have a night of pure, perfect, tipsy sex with a gorgeous biker like Ice. But more than anything, she wanted to keep him.

She knew, more than any other reason, it was the way Steele touched her, the way his hands moved over her and the look on his face when he stared down into her eyes that kept her tied to him. He couldn't hide that.

She did something to his insides, twisted and melted them until he sometimes felt he couldn't think straight.

He stared down into her eyes, holding her there like he could, just with his gaze, mesmerizing her. Keeping her captive, under his spell. A slow smile transformed the hard edges of his handsome face. He was so beautiful to her. A gorgeous man and she was falling more and more in love with him.

She laughed, and the sound was tantalizing. He didn't understand how musical notes could stroke a man's skin and dance along his thighs. He didn't understand how the notes could be an arrow that pierced his heart. She owned him.

You still have three gaping wounds in your body, yet the first thing you're thinking about is getting me naked, you are such a man! He inclined his his head, Thank you for the compliment

His body recognized her. Knew her. Needed her. Every cell. He'd never been so acutely focused on another human being.

Sex. A good-looking intense man with black, hungry eyes, and she fell like a lovesick calf. Sex. It ruined many otherwise sane women.

She had the mad desire to circle his waist with her arms and just hold on to all that solid muscle. He was a rock when her world felt built on sand.

She'd been drawn to him before she met him. Immense satisfaction filled him. He liked that, more than liked it.

She had to steel herself to meet his gaze. It took courage but she managed to raise her lashes to meet all that dark blue. It was like looking at a turbulent night sky. Every time she did, he robbed her of her ability to breathe.

His body didn't just want her. It demanded her, burned for her.

You're very good-looking, she said judiciously, tilting her head to study his magnificent physique. Are all Carpathians as good-looking as you? His black eyebrows arched. I do not think that is a safe subject for you.

For one moment his mask slipped and she saw his eyes go dark with desire. Every line in his face was etched with a sensuality that kept her breath trapped deep in her lungs. No one had ever looked at her like that in her life.

He took her breath away. He was solid, all muscle and she could see, even with the veil of gray rain, that his muscles rippled deliciously as he ran.

His hands went to the front of her blouse and her heart began to pound. Nicolae, this really is a good movie. Is it? he murmured, clearly distracted.

For the first time in her life she felt weak with wanting. With need. Yet at the same time, she did feel sort of attractive. She was aware of herself as a woman, as feminine, when she'd always felt masculine. He'd given her that, and she'd be forever grateful.

He remained silent, and the compulsion to look at him grew until she couldn't stand it. Her gaze met his and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Those eyes were every bit as hypnotic as his voice.

Seduction wasn't difficult when two people were both willing...and she was so willing. Whatever he wanted. Any way he wanted. Anywhere.