Quotes About Attraction

Razr, on the other hand... She wasn't sure what to think about him. He was smoking hot, for sure. She'd always been a sucker for dark hair and dark eyes, and she'd bet her life-stone that beneath his exquisitely tailored suit was the body of an athlete. He probably had amazing wings, too.

Those nails. He was mesmerized, and his mind kept thinking about what they'd look like—and feel like—in places much more intimate than the stem of a champagne flute. Was she doing that on purpose? His dick sure thought so, and it tapped against the fly of his pants, begging for the same attention.

He watched her through narrowed eyes. Maybe he wasn't as stupid as she'd thought. He was good-looking, though . . . chin-length brown hair, full lips, five-o'clock shadow. Maybe she'd do him while she fed from him. Shade wasn't always available for a rendezvous in the hospital's supply closet, and Wraith acted as if she had a disease

Men leave women for other women. Women leave men for another way of life.

Opposites attract. If two people just alike get married, one of you is unnecessary.

Women love a self-confident bald man.

Even back then, I exuded self-confidence, and that drives women crazy.

I wasn't sure if I liked him or not, but he sure had me interested in finding out.

What's the attraction, honey?' 'Ever since He raised my brother Lazarus from the grave, it's been magic between us!

How to phrase it? Ma, I want to fall in love with a fella.

For he knew there was a pit of sexuality out there and that he longed to throw himself into it.

Quick! what's the Proust line? – that we're attracted to those people who have qualities we hate in ourselves?

Think about each pitch like you think about women, then select one which is particularly appealing.

A good book is like an unreachable itch. You just can't leave it alone.

he couldn't believe he was feeling this way now about a woman with purple hair and a rap sheet. About

She'd envisioned her next meeting with him countless times, and every vision was the same: Alex would be somewhere—preferably at a bar surrounded by men—looking sexy, but uninterested. Troy would be there, too, looking tortured and desperate to win her back.

And he made her a lot of things but not uncomfortable. Nervous, maybe. Lustful, yes. Sometimes even a little stupid. But not uncomfortable.

Dear Lord." She looked at Dani. "Did you see that six-pack? I think it was an eight-pack." Jasper scowled. "Jeez, Christine." "What? I'm married but I'm not dead." Dani

Love is not something you plan, it just happens.

I want to see your stockings," he growled. "The plain white ones." Her lips parted, as if to make a refusal, and then she blinked. Her puzzled look only made her more adorable to him. "Yes, I was driven demented in your closet." He bent down to kiss her. "I'm passionately in love with your hosiery.

When she turned at the sound of his calling her name, he felt the world tilt a little sideways, and he knew that even if a decade passed before he saw her again, he would still remember every detail of her face—the exact blue of her eyes and the luminous glow of her skin and the delicate arch of her brow. Worse, he suspected he'd still feel the same sensations a decade from now—a dry throat, a pounding heart, and an inability to say a single word.

You're killing me," he told her, panting, his palms sliding down over her ribs to explore the rest of her shape—her waist, her hips, her thighs. "Killing me by inches." He lifted his body from hers enough to yank up her skirt. "But it's a damn fine way for a man to die.

In the animal kingdom, the male performs for the woman, woos her with his beautiful feathers or flowing mane, is always trying to out-strut the other men. Why do humans do it the other way? It doesn't make sense. Men need us more than we need them.

It's at your most lunatic moments that I can resist you least.