Quotes About Attraction

We don't attract what we like or despise, but we attract what we are constantly thinking about. If you are thinking about pain or happiness, then you should have your share of it.

Attract, Comfort, and Seduce.

If you cannot attract a woman, you are, by definition, sterile.

My method is based on female psychology, so it works regardless of your looks or money

A funny thing, the simple pretty ones disintegrate when they drink, the clever handsome ones become more beautiful, their sex comes to the surface.

He closed his eyes, dropping his forehead against hers. "You'll be the death of me, Elena." She smiled. "You need a little excitement in that boring old life of yours.

God, you're sexy when you talk Psy.

You're walking funny," Lucy said, a shit-eating grin on her face. Five days of out of this world sex with a starving man could do that to a girl. "You're just jealous." Brenna pushed through the door into DarkRiver's business HQ. Lucy made a mournful face. "Yes, I am. Goddamn but your man is hot. And he smiles at you! I've seen him do it, even if no one believes me.

Damn, but I like making out with you Sienna. Let's do it again tomorrow." He left to the sound of a feminine snarl. It made his lips curve into a feral smile.

You said I could pet you as long as I liked." "Didn't say I wouldn't try to fuck you in the middle of the petting." Her eyes snapped up to meet his. "That's feline logic. You're a wolf." "I'm learning from the best.

I need a Stetson, so I can ride you like a cowgirl" - Mercy to Riley

Aren't you going to get up?" He put a hand on the curve of her hip, a possessive gesture that had already become familiar. "No. Let's have more sex.

Why is it"—she shivered as he kissed the top of her spine, went lower—"that I always end up naked while you remain dressed?" A husky masculine chuckle, his lips moving over her shoulder, his hands on her hips. "Because I'm a smart man.

You," she murmured, using both hands to undo his belt, "are the sexiest man I have ever met." He made her think bad thoughts simply by breathing.

his lips were pure temptation, soft, bitable, sensual in a way only a man's mouth could be.

She stepped out of reach. "Go put on a shirt and get your mind out of bed." "Impossible with you around." "Pretend I'm holding a rifle. In fact, pretend I have you in the crosshairs." Janvier sighed, rubbing at a jaw shadowed by morning stubble. "I love it when you talk dirty.

God, I love your skin." "My skin?" She glanced uncomprehendingly at her own arm when he rose from nibbling at her. "It's brown." "It's melted chocolate and coffee with cream, exotic as the fucking desert, and so damn erotic. I have wet dreams about you naked on my sheets, your skin smooth and hot from the sun's rays." She swallowed, chest heaving. "You make me sound edible." He purred. "You are.

Janvier watched Ashwini stride away, her hips moving provocatively beneath the snug fit of her jeans. "Take care of her," he said quietly to his friend. "She is my eternity, Louis.

Come make me sticky. Dimitri to Honor

Raphael lifted a finger, tracing it over her cheekbone. She flinched. Not because he was hurting her. The opposite. The places he touched ... it was as if he had a direct line to the hottest, most feminine part of her. A single stroke and she was embarrassingly damp. But she refused to pull away, refused to give in." (page 33 , Gollancz edition)

Smart women were his catnip.

Now a small woman, with dangerous curves. I could bite into her.

People didn't always love who they should, or the ones who were good for them.

Butterflies in her stomach. Because she understood his words from last night now, knew that he'd been on his very, very best behavior. Tonight . . . tonight she'd be tangling with the dominant, wild heart of him.