Quotes About Attraction

It is as your sister and friend that I tell you Dain is a splendid catch. I advise you to set your hooks and reel him in." Jessica took a long swallow of her cognac. "This is not a trout, Genevieve. This is a great, hungry shark." "Then use a harpoon.

He started to draw away but she wasn't ready. She held on, and after a heartbeat he slid his hands to her waist and pulled her closer. His kiss grew more fiercely determined, as though he would wipe every recollection of anything remotely resembling kisses from her mind and imprint his, permanently, upon it. And upon her body, where the alien feelings simmered into excitement and happiness and a yearning for more. Strange

Pomislila je da razumije kakva je to želja bila: privla?nost, mo?no magnetsko strujanje izme?u muškarca i žene, koje ih privla?i bliže jedno drugome. Mislila je da razumije požudu: glad, žudnju. No?u bi bila grozni?ava, snivaju?i o njemu, i nemirna i živ?ana danju, razmišljaju?i o njemu. Nazvala je to životinjskom privla?noš?u, primitivnom, ludom.

There was the deep blue sea of her eyes, and there was he, wanting to drown.

Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you.

Because Rowdy Yates was that and then some. He was also drop-dead gorgeous in a devilish, careless, edgy way. Where Reese tempered his sex appeal, Rowdy threw it out there without reserve, bludgeoning innocent bystanders with his raw magnetism.

Of course, I thought. Unavailable. Just Charlotte's type. Charlotte, in fact, had used that same expresion every time she mentioned the Dude. He's so my typo. What most people mean by type is a sense of attraction- a type of physical appearance or a type personality turns them on, But what underlies a person's type, in fact, is a sense o familiarity.

Odd how a man who never smiled could make her feel things she didn't know existed. He held her heart in his hands. From the moment she saw him, some thread had linked them together.

When someone was gazing into your eyes like that, it was kind of hard to look away.

She was carrying two coffees and a donut bag, and right then and there, he fell in love. -Animal Magnetism

Okay, first of all, I didn't sleep with you to make amends. I slept with you because I wanted to." He still didn't say anything, and she pointed at him again. "And you know what? It was your own damn fault. It was those jeans you wear, and the tool belt. It was the size of your hammer!

The smile made her want to hug him, and maybe love him up some more. Stupid smile.

He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air, but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she'd been made just for him.

Her entire body quivered. What is it about me that you're attracted to? For starters, the sexy underwear you put on beneath your clothes. You've only seen my underwear once. Twice, he said. I looked down your top at the pier. You did not. Pink-and-white polka-dot bra. Oh my God. That's what I was thinking. -Mallory and Ty

It's the kissing! The stupid kissing! It's like he kissed all the vital brain cells right out of my head!

When everyone just shook their heads, he unbuttoned his shirt and, oh good Lord, shrugged out of it, bunching it up to slip beneath her head like a pillow. Don't look at him, she told herself. Don't look— She looked. Sweet Jesus.

Why, so you can charm my panties off again?

Half the people in Lucky Harbor were in love with him. The other half were men and didn't count. -Tara on Ford

I don't want to dig him or his sexy self. But I keep losing my clothes when I'm with him.

Days turn to night. The ocean tide drifts in and out. And I want you, Tara. Damn you, but I do. I always have.

She ran her gaze over his chest with frank appreciation. Then he shivered, realizing he hadn't really considered the weather. It was forty-five degrees max, but Chloe was giving him a go-on gesture with her hand. All I have left is my pants, he said. Yes, please. It's cold, Chloe. She tilted her head. Are you worried about shrinkage? Well, he was now. -Chloe and Sawyer

Why do we always fight?" she whispered. "You know why." Yeah, she did. "It's science." "Combustible chemistry," he agreed. "Dangerous.

Matt? Yeah? You okay? Working on it. His voice sounded unusually tight. I thought you said you did this a lot. Yeah. I do. But apparently not with anyone I'm wildly attracted to. This caused certain reactions in her body that were best not experienced in mixed company. It's just panties, she finally whispered. And they're really great panties, Matt agreed. But it's not the panties, Amy. It's you.

Heat skittered through her belly, then directly south. "Sawyer." In answer, he brought his head up and kissed her. Deep, hungry, tasting her in a purposely slow, thorough manner before pulling back to once again look into her eyes. Oh, God. "Sawyer, what are we doing?" she whispered. He shook his head. "No f#cking clue.