Quotes About Attraction

He was drowning, he finally admitted. Drowning in the allure of Lady Jane Westbury.

Men were men. They all wanted beauty. Such shallow, fickle, heartless creatures.

The "long suit" in most courtships is sex attraction, of course. Then gradually develops such comradeship as the two temperaments allow. Then, after marriage, there is either the establishment of a slow-growing, widely based friendship, the deepest, tenderest, sweetest of relations, all lit and warmed by the recurrent flame of love; or else that process is reversed, love cools and fades, no friendship grows, the whole relation turns from beauty to ashes.

I don't know what it is about accents that makes me want to get undressed and high-five myself.

Anyone who's a great kisser, I'm always interested in.

I met his eyes because I could not refuse them... they were the color of a storm clashing with a setting sun.

The man has not been created who is disinterested in kissing.

I could fall in love with this woman.

I've a deuced strong desire to kiss you," he said huskily.

He was once again wearing only a pair of trousers, chest bared, and sight was extremely arousing. All that naked male flesh, all that dark, swirled hair, was unsettling and thrilling. She longed to run her fingers through the matted pile, to rub her nose against it, while she traced over sinew and bone.

She couldn't tear herself away from his beautiful face, his furred chest, his tight trousers. As usual, the top buttons were unfastened, and her gaze was held captive by the male mysteries buried below. How she craved to see him in the altogether! To run her hands across that marvelous torso! To massage and caress as he permitted his other paramours to indulge themselves on a regular basis!

But wouldn't it be more amusing if I stayed? You could climb in the tub again, and I could wash you. Or---" he glanced down at his pants that so graphically outlined his masculine form---"I could soak in the water, and you could bathe me . Either way, I promise the experience will be everything you desire. And more.

I decided that I wanted to have one memory of you with your clothes on." "Beast," she chuckled. "If you wished to see me dressed, you only had to request it." "Plus, it's so fun to remove everything"---he stared at her over the rim of his stemmed goblet---"piece by piece.

Lovely..." he murmured in an enticing baritone that skittered across her nerve endings and induced her abdomen to clench in response. The peculiar salutation snapped her into action, and she whirled to face him. Nervously, she clutched at the towel, desperately striving to shield herself, but his probing examination slithered over her like a tangible caress, lingering on her lips, her breasts, the juncture between her thighs.

Maybe it was ridiculous to go on a date with someone I'd barely spoken to and whose main appeal was that he was good-looking and he liked Wilco. I'd certainly done such things with men based on far less.

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Sometimes it is hard to explain why you find a person beautiful.

On the court our occasional touches meant little. In the room, her jostling me felt electric. I wanted to grab her tight, but didn't. I didn't want a scene like last time.

This is how we girls are. At times we want to be wanted, even when we deny it.

Ignore girls and they can't leave you alone.

Why would any guy want to be only friends with a girl? It's like agreeing to be near a chocolate cake and never eat it. It's like sitting in a racing car but not driving it. Only wimps do that.

Maybe when you start liking people, you start liking everything about them.

When he looked up and saw me walking toward him, he winked, causing me to stop dead in my tracks and gape. Clearly, his winks were some sort of superpower, because I swear that if he asked me to jump from the roof of a tall building and then winked, I'd jump.

A flirt is as strong as her weakest wink.