Quotes About Attraction

She was flushed, panting, and pissed off at him. The Holy Trinity of turn-ons, and he couldn't resist grabbing her hand and pulling her in for a kiss, but before his mouth connected, he got a sharp shove to the solar plexus.

Hey, Reed, you have a knack for pissing me off, but when I hear your voice, I get all melty inside. Right.

See that's it. You can't try to love somebody. You just do it.

Girls were always attracted to middle-aged men with interesting pasts.' The relationship is all about hero-worship on one side, youth-worship on the other

I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.

A soft growl came from his throat.You´re so beautiful,Doc.Every inch of you is soaking wet.Your pussy´s like a ripe peach,juice running down your leg.

You have to stop thinking about us or I won't be able to stop myself from throwing you over my shoulder and hauling your sexy ass upstairs to bed.

She grinned wide and wicked, and Phane's chest tightened with desire. That is, until she said, "I have many males.

Addison:Well,she's not your type. Vincent:Sweetness,if a girl's got tits and a warm pussy,she's my type.

No ass had the right to look that good in plain old dark blue denim, Sheridan mused as she stared after him.

Take me to bed. He grinned.Fuck you? She grinned back.Please.

I can´t speak.I mean,I literally can´t seem to form words.Rush was always shockingly good looking.Tall,lean,dark hair,badass attitude,eyes so green they look like leaves in the sun.But now,he´s something else.He´s breathstealing.He´s wearing a black tank top and jeans that hang on his lean hips.Both arms are covered in vibrant ink,and lean,sexy muscle.And though he still has a boy´s wicked grin,he´s become a man everywhere else

He rewarded me with one of those brilliant smiles. If I had been less professional, it might have melted me into my socks. There was a tinge of evil to it, a lot of sex, but under that was a little boy peeking out, an uncertain little boy. That was it. That was the attraction. Nothing is more appealing than a handsome man who is also uncertain of himself. It appeals not only to the woman in us all, but the mother. A dangerous combination.

Vampires were always either trying to kill me, or own me. God I hated being popular.

I have lived for over three hundred years. In that time, the ideal of beauty has changed many times. Large breasts, small, thin, curved, tall, short, they have all been the height of beauty at one time or another. But in all that time, ma petite, I have never desired anyone the way I desire you. - Jean-Claude

There was a tinge of evil to it, a lot of sex, but under that was a little boy peeking out, an uncertain little boy. That was it. That was the attraction. Nothing is more appealing than a handsome man who is also uncertain of himself.

My least favorite thing was a man who had severe white-man's ass, where the jeans just bagged over the butt. I wanted something to hold on to, something to sink my teeth into. When I said I liked meat on my men I didn't just mean one thing.

I tended to be hard on the egos of a certain kind of men. The ones who normally swept women off their feet had never moved me much, because I'd always felt that if they swept me off my feet they'd practiced on a lot of women before me, and would practice more with women after me. I'd rarely been wrong on that. ~Anita Blake

Let's fool around. And then? he asked, voice low. When it's time, take blood, and then let's fuck. He gave a surprised burst of laughter. Ma petite, you are such a sweet-talker, how can I refuse?

You just wanted to walk in front of me so I'd have to stare at your butt

Besides I'm a sucker for a pair of pretty eyes.

It may be a crush, or hero worship (...), it may not be love, but if you've never felt anything stronger, how do you tell the difference?

sight. So I was still attracted to Jean-Claude. I might even, in some dark corner, love him a little. It didn't matter. Loving the monsters always ends badly for the human. It's a rule. That

I pointed behind me. "They're my guys. It's not that you aren't cute, but when this is already waiting at home it makes a girl a little less eager to add new men.