Quotes About Attraction

You have to keep him coming forward," she said. "Keep him coming forward but never let him think that you come forward yourself. He wants to feel that he is pursuing you, not that you are entrapping him. When he gives you the choice of coming forward or running away, like then—you must always run away." The

She dropped to the stool before the little looking glass, rested her head on her hands and stared at herself. "He's in love with me," she said. "He's mad for me. I spend all my time bringing him close and holding him off. When he dances with me I can feel his hardness like a codpiece. He's desperate to have me.

women all over the world envy what they perceive as the "prettier" girl—the prom queen, cheerleader, movie star—whom they view as capable of stealing away male interest and therefore frustrating their own chances for well-funded reproductive success.

And so, when a person meets the half that is his very own, whatever his orientation, whether it's to young men or not, then something wonderful happens: the two are struck from their senses by love, by a sense of belonging to one another, and by desire, and they don't want to be separated from one another, not even for a moment.

Stay with me.' His eyes shone. 'Play with me.

Zillah took her arm and led her toward the van. Ann kept her arm squeezed against her body so that his fingers would come into contact with the sideswell of her breast. He didn't move his hand away. Soon she felt his fingers begin to move, subtly caressing her, a forefinger darting out to graze her nipple. The nipple shivered erect

Nitimur in vetitum -- We strive after the forbidden

She moved through it carrying her fat book, attracted, unsure, a stranger, wanting to feel relevant but knowing how much of a search among alternative universes it would take.

What you are, comes to you.

Jealous? Maybe. No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.

He's not doing anything he shouldn't be doing, right? Like what? Like hitting on you. Ew. No, of course not. He doesn't see me that way. Michael shook his head and went back to his coffee. What? You think he does? Sometimes he looks at you a little... oddly, that's all. Maybe you're right. Maybe he just wants you for your blood. Again, Ew! What's with you this morning? Not enough coffee.

I think I'd fall for you no matter what, Claire. You're kind of awesome.

She wanted to lunge over and kiss him. Well, ew, not really, maybe a hug. Or a hanshake. Claire about Oliver

Hey," he said softly. He moved closer to the bars, pressing his face between them. "I always said you were jailbait, but this is ridiculous.

Yeah, she was hot, all right, but I think she had the hots for you - kept saying how she saw you over at the Waterhouse last year and you were all, like, wow, amazing. It was like a menage a trois, only you weren't there, thank God.

She was starting to feel a little like a hamburger at a dieters' convention. Nobody was likely to snack on her, but absolutely everybody noticed she was edible.

His smile was bright and sweet and hot enough to melt solid steel. Is this the part where I kiss you? If you like. Oh, he said, I like.

I love it when you talk dirty physics.

As I was smoothing on the last handful across the top of my thigh, I noticed I had company. Lewus was standing there watching me, eyes half-closed but not in the least sleepy. He'd put on his blue jeans, but nothing else... very sexy. I couldn't help but take in the view.

His gaze brushed over her, abstract and hungry. You burn so very brightly, you know Yeah, she muttered. You said.

And I am not finished, I promised. Tell me where to find the child. F*** you! I'm not attracted to you, I said. But if by that you mean you won't help me, then I have no use for you.

Because Oliver wants you, and what Oliver wants, Oliver gets, right? So get your sweet little butt up already." "Hey," Shane said, and stood up. "I'm not telling you again, Jase. Stop." "What, because I said she had a sweet little butt? You don't think she does? Hard to believe, since you spend so much time staring at it.

No way, Eve replied. If you're going, go big. Remind me to play poker with you later, Michael said. I love a girl who'll go all in. She hip-bumped him. That's what you want to do with me later? Dude. Respect the dress, at least. Michael trailed his pale fingers down her back, following the line of her spine, all the way to the red rose. Eve shivered, and her eyes went half-closed. Whatever Michael whispered in her ear, Claire thought it was probably way too personal to hear.

It's a guy thing. We have reactions to women in tight leather with whips. It's sort of involuntary.