Quotes About Attraction

The kiss started out gentle, but quickly got serious and not so gentle. His lips parted hers, their tongues touched, and she heard herself moan. His hot mouth left hers and made its way along her jaw, her throat, where he planted open-mouthed kisses that made her shiver for more. If she hadn't been sitting, her knees wouldn't have held her up, because he kissed away her annoyance, her good sense, any ability to think, everything.

He looked her over, making her every nerve ending tingle with awareness, though his gaze was more inquisitive than sexual, as if making sure she was okay, though she had no idea why she wouldn't be. Then he smiled, and oh, how her misbehaving nipples loved that predatory smile. If his intense, concerned once-over had done things to her, his smile just about undid her from the inside out. -Amy

I want you, Elle, he said, voice low and rough. It's a goddamn ache, I want you so much.

Finn was different. And he was different because she wanted him in her left in a way she hadn't wanted anyone for a very long time. Maybe ever.

And good Lord, the way he looks at you is contributing to global warming

She stared at him, doing her best to hold back all the tumbling mass of emotions hitting her at once. Normally she was good at that, really good, but naturally her one really good life skill deserted her, leaving everything she felt all over her face. Annoyance. Embarrassment. And let's not forget the very reluctant lust.

He was making it impossible for her to resist him, or even remember why she'd wanted to.

I'm not really into hurrying," he said. "What are you into?" "Slow. Long. Hard. Hot. Dirty…" His teeth sank into her earlobe. "You still in?

Lily drew him in with those eyes, her voice, the outer toughness she showed the world, the inner vulnerability she did her best to hide.

His expression was strained. I'm trying like hell to be the good guy here. I need you to go inside and lock the door behind you to keep out of trouble. I thought Wildstone was safe. It is. The trouble isn't going to come from the unknown. It's going to come from me. Go, Quinn. Now. And lock your door. She stared up at him, mesmerized by the thought of him being trouble, images going through her head of him proving it to her, all of them involving little to no clothing and a bed.

Pru had gotten under his skin, and like her, he wanted more. So much more. He wanted to know her secrets, the ones that sometimes put those shadows in her eyes. He wanted to know what made her tick. And more than anything, he wanted to taste her again. Every inch of her.

He stared at her. "How is it that you're cute, sexy as hell, and smarter than anyone I know?" She gave him a small smile. "It's a gift.

He could feel her warm breath on his face and the heat of her body just barely touching his and he wanted her with an ache that couldn't be explained.

It's crazy…" she whispered against his mouth, "what you do to me." "Tell me," he said. "Tell me what I do to you." "You look at me like I'm the best thing you've seen

So we said we weren't going there," he repeated, and she wasn't sure if it was disappointment or relief when he let her go and turned away. "Actually," she said to his back. His bare back. Tanned. Sleek. Ripped with strength. "You said that we weren't going to go there. Because even though you're leaving and it was so awful, I still want to. Go there, that is.

I'm all sweaty," she said again, even as her hands fisted in his hair. "That's okay," he said silkily, his mouth brushing her temple. "We're going to get even more so.

Some things just are, he said softly against her hair. Day turns to night. Te ocean tide drifts in and out. And I want you, Tara. Damn you, but I do. I always have.

What is it with you and the caveman thing?" she asked. And why, oh why, do I like it so much?

I can't think in your presence. Why not? Because looking at you is like... She tossed up her hands. It's like walking down the chips and cookie aisle at the grocery store. I can't resist you, and then I'll forget why you're bad for me.

Oh, he wanted to sleep with her. Actually, he wanted to pull off her clothes with his teeth

She stilled in the early-morning sun and slowly turned to face Parker, who'd followed her out. He wore his clothes with the same ease he'd worn nothing at all. And dammit, she really needed to stop thinking about that.

I'm not annoyed by you," he said. "No?" He smiled. "No." "What are you?" she whispered, still staring at his mouth. "Lots of things." He pulled her up and rubbed his thumb over the stain on her jaw, feeling a surge of satisfaction when her breath caught again. "Including turned on.

It was the craziest thing, but the more unreasonable she got, the more attracted to her he became.

After high school, he'd purposefully gone for the sweet, girl-next-door type, because it would never last. Not when deep deep down he craved the edgy, tough, would-take-on-the-world-if-she-had-to type.