Quotes About Attraction

The man could kiss. She'd thought his kisses were irresistible all those years ago when she'd been young and naive. Now, as an adult, she knew she'd never be able to resist him or his kiss.

I am like a table that eats its own legs off because it's fallen in love with the floor.

I-just want you. I want you so bad, all the time. I know I shouldn't, I know I can't, I know it's wrong... but even when you're pissing me off, when you're reminding me of pain and despair and torture-it's there, the wanting. I'm tired of fighting it. I fight so many things, all the time, every day. I don't want to fight this. Not anymore.

You have to admit he's good looking," Bree pressed, leaning against my kitchen counter. "Of course I admit it. I'm not blind," I said, busily opening cans.

What?" I wanted to climb him like a tree.

As an architectural marvel, Bethlem appeared in at least thirty-six tourist guides in 1681.

You make a smile inside me, that is why I want you. The way a man wants his wife.

She splayed her fingers on his chest, shoving with the heels of her hands to lever herself away from him. Hunter tensed his arm at her waist to hold her. He wondered if she was aware of his hardness. Then he felt her heartbeat accelerate and had his answer. He bit back a tender smile. If only she knew how easily he could see her thoughts, like pebbles at the bottom of a clear pool.

Why bother with me? Why not find yourself an Indian woman?" "It is you I want.

Why bother with me? Why not find yourself an Indian woman?" "It is you I want." He brushed his knuckles along the hollow of her cheek. "Your skin is moonlight. I am dark like night next to you." He slid his hand behind her neck and drew her toward him. "Sunshine in your hair, moonlight on your skin, this Comanche's bright one, no?

Hunter stretched out beside her, head propped on one hand, his eyes never leaving her. She was acutely conscious of his gaze, and when it started to unnerve her, she finally turned to look at him. Banked embers of passion glowed in his eyes.

Why aren't we going now?" "You know why." He tightened his hold on her ankle and tugged her closer, rolling over onto his back to avail himself of the view. He knew she wasn't aware of how revealing a knee-length skirt could be when a man eyed it from the ground up, and he managed to keep a straight face so she wouldn't guess. "Come here, little one." "I want to go back." He hoped she stood there arguing for a time.

but like a darkness slowly advancing, like winter lightning, we are drawn together.

On tombait amoureux d'un corps et d'un visage, oui, mais d'un corps qui bougeait, qui avait une grâce et une allure, et d'un visage qui vous regardait, qui vous souriait : on tombait amoureux d'une énergie ou d'un esprit qui irradiait par ces gestes, ces yeux ou ce sourire.

I cannot imagine having a physical relationship with a woman. I have not done that. But I really love women.

Wow," she said when he finally released her. Breathing hard, Dillon propped his forehead against hers. I see your 'wow' and raise you a 'hot damn.' But just to be absolutely certain we aren't overreacting, maybe we should put it to the test one more time." Pele's Tears

The man who knelt before her would have sprung from her needles, even down the ghostly flecks of silver in his hair. She had not known before that she wanted all these things, that she preferred dark hair and a slightly cruel expression, that she wishes for tallness, or that a man kneeling might thrill her.

She's an Italian flag in occupied territory, and I fall for her like Paris.

She had not known before that she wanted all these things, that she preferred dark hair and a slightly cruel expression, that she wished for tallness, or that a man kneeling might thrill her.

She walks into my life legs first, a long drink of water in the desert of my thirties. Her shoes are red; her eyes are green. She's an Italian flag in occupied territory, and I fall for her like Paris. She mixes my metaphors like a martini and serves up my heart tartare. They all do. Every time. They have to. It's that kind of story.

You need me," said Xiaohui breathlessly, pulling November over her, sliding hands under her belt to claw and knead. "You need me." "Don't you mean 'I need you'?" whispered November in the girl's ear. "No," she sighed, arching her back, tipping her chin up, making herself easy to kiss, easy to fall into, easy to devour. "You'll see. You'll see.

It is good that you ruined your face, because it brought you to me, but also because beautiful women rarely work strong magic.

I chose you," he said simply. "All of the fish of me turned toward you at once.

Your desire for me was like a physiological weakness, a sort of epilepsy. I needed to see you in its grip more than I needed to eat.