Quotes About Attraction

He kissed her. Hard. Fast. Vaughn.

Don't run from me, sweetheart , he thought as he took the final steps to her. I only bite a little.

An instant later, they were kissing. It was no light brush this time, no exploring touch. This was all tongues and teeth and wicked wetness as he kissed her like a man who had rough, sweaty, dirty sex on his mind and didn't care if she knew it.

I had sex," Drew said with a grin. "Lots and lots and lots of sex." Indigo threw a balled-up piece of paper at him, but she was grinning. Catching the paper, he said, "Hey, no use in good energy going to waste.

He let her nipple slide out of his mouth. She pulled him back, but he was more interested in running his gaze over the sheen of wetness on her breast, wetness he had caused. A surge of possessiveness gripped him by the throat. Yes, she was most definitely his...

He and Brenna were different in one crucial respect, a difference they had both gone to great lengths to avoid discussing - the lack of a mating bond between them. He was a psychic being. He would have seen it had it been present in any form. That it wasn't, was a sign that though they might be drawn to each other, they weren't made to fit. He didn't give a damn. He was keeping her.

God you're obstinate." It was a snarl. "Must make me a masochist that I like that about you." Her wolf bared its canines, charmed but trying not to allow it to matter. "I only get worse the more you know me. Consider it a lucky escape.

We better get in the car before I back you right into your house and give in to my ungentlemanly side." Though her cheeks were red, her breath shallow, Charlotte said, "You have a gentlemanly side?

I've never heard of a man's cock being described as a fang before. - Rapahel

ÇaÄŸlard?r bir insan sevgili ile birlikte olmad?m. Ama senin tad?n...ilgimi çekiyor.

She wanted to run her finger over the blade of him even if it made her bleed, wanted to dance too close to the flame, wanted to take a risk that could destroy her

Hello," he said, on his best behavior now. "I just wanted to smell you." "Oh." Lines between her eyebrows, the tone of her voice making him want to close his eyes and just listen. "Do you sniff everyone you meet?

I don't need a mate," she muttered, staring up at the bright circle of the early autumn moon. "But can't you send me a nice, sexy, strong male to dance with? Pretty please?

I don't want the … issues between us"—raging sexual arousal fused with the red haze of the anger that licked the air—"to bleed over into our working relationship. Let's agree to stay out of each other's way as much as possible, and be polite when it's not.

Most hunters can take care of themselves." "So can most vampires of my strength," he said with the confidence that made him so attractive. "That doesn't mean I would not be delighted if you showed a care for this Cajun's hide.

Solo mirarte me proporciona el placer más intenso que jamás haya sentido.

Janvier was six feet three inches of pure indulgent sex. He wasn't even trying to project that at this instant—his sexual attractiveness was innate, created by his confidence, the lithe strength of his body, the lazy smile that said he knew every sin and had invented a few new ones.

Sahara's lips curved. "I've always found the Ghost mysterious and deliciously sexy.

I'd kiss you over and over because I love the taste of you, but I'd have to play with those pretty, pretty breasts. I'd suck and lick and maybe even bite a little. You don't mind teeth, do you, Grace?

What about you, pretty boy? You gonna stand there and let your girlfriend do all the work?" "What?" Watch my seriously hot woman put you on your fat ass and look sexy while she's doing it? Oh, yeah, I'm definitely game for that.

Oh my God, I can't believe I actually said that out aloud". Neither could he. The fact that she saw him as so sexually appealing was enough of a surprise to render him speechless. He was numb. Even the dissonance cut off - likely reading his reaction as one of complete unemotionality.

Es cierto que has perdido un poco de peso, pero eso impide que me muera por penetrarte hasta hacerte perder el sentido.

I feel like a moth drawn to the flame." Contact would hurt, might be fatal, and yet she couldn't stop herself.

There was just one problem—he didn't want any other woman. He wanted the violet-eyed soldier who had, completely justifiably, told him to fuck off.