Quotes About Attraction

The air suddenly felt charged, and he wondered which of them was going to get burned. Most likely him.

Did you just try to inhale me?" he asked, looking amused. "Ha." She crossed her arms. "You wish.

Their gazes locked and held for a long beat, like maybe he was taking her pulse from across the room, absorbing the fact that she was drenched and breathless. The corners of his mouth twitched. She'd amused him again.

What drew her into O'Riley's like a bee to honey was the six-foot, broad-shouldered, dark eyes, dark smile of Finn O'Riley himself.

She was thinking of his mouth on hers. Which seemed only fair since he'd given a lot of thought to the same thing. "'Night," she whispered. "Night," he whispered back. And yet neither of them moved.

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

He was just drifting off when he heard her soft whisper. Cooper? Still here. Maybe she'd changed her mind about the sheet. The thought made his body twitch. Yeah, she was going to toss that damn thing aside and roll toward him. She'd wrap that hot little bod tight to his, and he'd --- Thank you. Breanne said very quietly. He blinked. Thank you? He slid his hand down to cup himself. Still hard. Nope, he hadn't missed anything...

If I call him back here, Cooper whispered in her ear, will you crawl up my body again?

I wasn't finished with you, Pru," he said softly. "I had plans." Oh boy. "Maybe I had plans, too." "Yeah?" Closing the gap between them, one of his hands went to her hip, the other slid up her back to anchor her to him. "Tell me. Tell me slowly and in great detail.

If she'd thought the oncoming storm outside was crazy, it was nothing compared to what happened between her and Finn every time they so much as looked at each other.

Emotionally detach, she ordered herself, no matter that he smells good and has a body you want to lick like an ice cream cone.

Damn bottle of Jack… She'd kissed her boss's son. And she'd liked it.

Studies say that a woman can increase the likelihood of a man approaching her if she uncrosses her arms, makes subtle eye contact, and smiles

It was going to take a lot to convince her that he was a good idea, although he was pretty sure her body might've already made its decision. He had no idea what it would take to persuade the rest of her.

She sucked in a breath. You're... When she didn't finish the sentence, he turned his head and watched her gaze drop to his mouth, which was only a few inches from hers. Handy, she finished softly. And you're... She smiled. Stubborn? Annoying? Set to go, he said.

He had no idea what it was about her that got beneath his guard, and he couldn't quite say he liked it, but somehow he liked her, which couldn't be good for either of them.

I don't know where that's is going," she confessed, still looking at his mouth. "Maybe nowhere. I was just …" He smiled. "Feeling brave?" She smiled back, looking so sweet. "Yeah." Damn, he liked her. "Feel free to be brave any time you want.

I'm ready, she promised. She kissed his jaw and then rubbed her cheek against it, letting out a low hum of arousal at the feel of his stubble on her skin. He had a scent that every single one of her senses responded to. The texture of his skin, the taste of his tongue, the latent strength in his hands - everything about him did it for her. I want this, she said. I want you.

Cupping a cheek in each hand, he lifted her back up to his desk and pressed his hips hard into hers. Her eyes were worried. But people keep coming--- The next person to come is going to be you, he said.

And now he had her in his arms, this amazing, prickly, suspicious, hardheaded woman that he was falling for in spite of himself because she was also sweet and kind and had the biggest heart of anyone he'd ever met. Falling hard. It was going to take a lot to convince her that he was a good idea, although he was pretty sure her body might've already made its decision. He had no idea what it would take to persuade the rest of her.

He slid his fingers over her jaw and tilted her face up to his. You're smarter than hell, sexier than hell, and I like you way more than I should, he said.

With another of those sexy laughs, he kissed her. Really kissed her, nothing sweet or questioning about it this time. She moaned, closed a fist in his hair, and did the only thing she could: held on for the best kiss of her life.

That this woman talking to him had large, melting brown eyes and long brown hair the color of a doe's, on a face meant for an artist's canvas, all attached to a nifty little compact body that could tempt the gods meant nothing. She was insane.

He had to laugh. "Lotti, when I first met you, you were in PE class wearing a baggy T-shirt and sweats and I wanted you." "I'm being serious, Sean." "So am I.