Quotes About Attraction

She was a big blonde woman with more curves than the highway out front and just the right number of hills and valleys.

Her sweet bearing and fresh beauty Have wounded without sword or lance... —William Dunbar "Beauty and the Prisoner

She knew he would like taking it off; he tended to prefer her dresses on the floor rather than on her person.

She was beautiful and had a way of manipulating a man with a terrifying combination of tears and seductive smiles.

Someone Hot is sometimes can't be the person they appear to be- except for their hotness... that cannot be denied.

And the soft sound of his voice made me want to move closer to him so I did, a little

She was sexy in a malnourished way; you felt that if you took her to bed, first you would have to give her a hot meal.

She was bitter and difficult, a once-good-looking woman who had gotten a little too heavy and shouldered too much resentment to attract many people anymore, and yet Professor Castleman was taken with her. Maybe he was repelled by her, too, but still he was attracted. She was gifted; her gifts were strange and discomforting and sort of male.

Because---and this was the first time I understood this--- everyone always like the best, wants the most, admires deeply, the girl who's just out of reach. The girl no one can touch, really. We don't know why we're drawn, but it's unstoppable.

I can't deny that I desired her in that moment. Anyone would have.

The very things that first draw you to a person will eventually be the very things that drive you away.

craving that made the world look hard-edged and brutally lovely. "Would you have

Any man can be led by desire, Soph. But desire isn't love. Don't make the mistake of thinking it is.

His eyes were that curious shade of hazel that made her think of sunshine and toffee, caramel and whiskey, sweetness and sin all at once, and they were fixed on her with so much heat. So much intent. And she knew he was right. This was her moment, here and now....

The woman was the kind of woman that the British find breathtakingly sexy and I could never figure out why. She had short, dark hair that was a little bit spiky on top and a curvy little body. She was cute, I supposed, but was no goddess. She wasn't worthy of him. And yet Sean looked like he wanted to eat her up.

He'd never met a woman who blushed as much as she did. He didn't know anyone could blush as much as she did. It fascinated him.

I could see myself in a relationship with a girl Olivia Wilde is so sexy she makes me want to strangle a mountain ox with my bare hands. She's mesmerizing.

I like the bad-boy types. Generally the guy I'm attracted to is the guy in the club with all the tattoos and nail polish. He's usually the lead singer in a punk band and plays guitar. But my serious boyfriends are relatively clean-cut, nice guys. So it's strange.

I could say his body was perfect and every part of it beautiful, because it was. Not because he had no flaws, but because I wanted him so desperately I couldn't see any.

You've got the sexiest voice. You make everything you say sound like it tastes good coming out of your mouth.

What are you wearing?" I looked down at my soft flannel pajamas. I'd washed them so many times the plaid pattern had faded mostly to grays and whites. "What do you want me to be wearing?" Dan's voice shifted a little. I imagined a smile. "Nothing." Such a small thing, that little bit of flirting, but all at once I felt as if air had rushed into my lungs, and I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath. "Nothing but a smile.

tenía los Seis Síntomas Mortales de un Hombre Enamorado: 1. Incapacidad para pensar derecho. 2. Una alarmante propensión a sonreír en los momentos más extraños. 3. Pensamiento constante en el objeto de su deseo. 4. Absolutamente ningún interés en otros miembros del sexo opuesto. 5. Una sorprendente buena voluntad hacia el mundo en general. 6. Excitación sexual perpetúa.

I just said it was romantic. Some people like that." Nick sat, too. "Like you?" She lifted her chin. "Maybe I do." Nick's laugh for once didn't urge her to join him. "Well then, you're fucking the wrong guy.

Do you think he would?" "I think he'd give his left nut to get in your pants." "Very nice," I told him. "So elegantly put." Dan laughed and leaned forward to nuzzle my neck again. "Yes, Elle, I think Jack would love to fuck you.