Quotes About Attraction

shimmered under his tight jaw

Not that it would be wasting my time to chat in a bar with a good-looking woman, obviously, but I wanted to know as much as possible going in, because under the impact of a woman's direct gaze I am likely to suffer a mind wipe.

While I had no intention of hooking up with him, I still wanted him to want to hook up with me. It was the principle of the thing, after all.

For a man as keen as he on getting into bed with women, keeping hidden the full enormity of his fatness was a chronic problem. Its most acute form naturally came up when someone new had to be hustled or cajoled past the point of no return. That point tended to get later and later as his belly waxed.

You dress her in a wet T-shirt and make her carry the bags? Damn, Cade, I like how you roll - Rok

I do so wish my breasts would stop staring at your eyes.

I think I just fell into like with him.

Ach, woman! He raked his fingers through his hair. You want me as much as I want you. Assuming that's true - It's true. - I can't. Not now. It's no' your time of the month. I know that. Ew. Valkyrie didn't have periods. You're the only one here with a monthly cycle, werewolf. - Lucia and Garreth MacRieve

Damiãno is hot," Lucia murmured, then realized she'd spoken aloud. "And by that, I mean, I respect his mind.

Just because you're a gutless harlot doesn't mean I won't find your... attributes attractive. I might be immortal, but I'm still a red-blooded male. Harlot? Who talks like that? Father Time, meet the Flinstones.

Nix to Regin: What about that nice leopard-shifter pack that wanted to date you? The benefits of a variety pack of males cannot be overstated.

Declan and Regin: Kiss you ? As he waited for the revulsion to seize him, he found himself wondering how she would react. Would she moan into his mouth? It will help you remember me. Kiss me. Come on, you know you want to so bad. You want me so bad. Never. Bloody get off her, get away from her . But he needed to be above her like this, to master her, overpower her. Never? That boner of yours just called you a lair.

I've got a fortune in gold. Ah, was that a flicker in your eye? Do you like me better now that you know I'm rich?" He curled his finger under her chin. "Because I'm all right with that.

Wroth, darling," she purred, smiling so sweetly. "I can't wait for the next time I get to put my mouth on you." In an instant the smile faded and she snapped her teeth and yanked her head back as if she was chewing something free.

Damn, cher , you still smell like a blossom. Been so long since I've seen a flower that I'd nearly forgotten what they smelled like. He took a lock of my hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. You're dressing up and using expensive perfume? Ole Jack senses a trap. Consider me snared.

I woan let you go back to that boy--not until you give me one bec doux . A sweet kiss. Then he reached forward, unlacing the ribbon from my hair. What are you doing? I murmured. Souvenir. He put it in his pocket, and for some reason that struck me as the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

You smell like honeysuckle. You likin' ole Jack now? I never stopped liking you. Even when you were warding me away with the power of Catholicism.

You doona want to kill me, which is a good sign. Maybe this is your way of flirting?" (Garreth)

Don't stop kissing me, vampire, or I will kill you.

Okay, now you really don't need to do that blushing virgin bit anymore—I got to ogle your body at my leisure for hours. Matter of fact, I had so long, I could have painted you, instead of just taking pictures with my sat-phone." He held up his phone with a wink. "I loathe you," she said, precariously bending to collect her toiletries and clothes. As she headed for the bathroom, she gave him the evilest eye she could muster….

Her heart sank. That's why he found her attractive- because he'd been so long without. He'd probably find a perfumed rock appealing at this point.

I like em young, dumb, and hung. Reign the Radiant

As Damiano strolled to the back platform, he returned her smile, white teeth against bronzed skin, then he dropped into the water. The man was sex on a stick. MacRieve stepped in front of her, clasping her nape, jealousy ablaze in his expression. Eyes on the prize, woman. It's a werewolf you'll have, or none at all.

Tell me, Lothaire, I want to know. Convince me why I should love you." "Because any other female would!