Quotes About Connection

You, Lilah, scare the hell out of me. Why? she whispered. He met her gaze and held it. Because I could fall for you, Lilah. Hard and deep and never want to come back up. She could scarcely breathe. What's wrong with that? We'd drown.

I love you, Mallory, he said very quietly, very seriously. So damn much. Warmth and affection and need and so much more rushed her. I know. You know? Yes. Well, hell, he said with a small smile and a shake of his head. You might have told me and saved me a lot of time. How about I tell you something else? she said. I love you, too.

The smile made her want to hug him, and maybe love him up some more. Stupid smile.

He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air, but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she'd been made just for him.

Beneath her cheek, his heart was thumping steadily. Definitely faster than his usual near-hibernation beat. Lifting her head, she flashed him a tight smile. "I get to you." "Are you kidding? You own me," he said, his voice running over her like silk.

Her entire body quivered. What is it about me that you're attracted to? For starters, the sexy underwear you put on beneath your clothes. You've only seen my underwear once. Twice, he said. I looked down your top at the pier. You did not. Pink-and-white polka-dot bra. Oh my God. That's what I was thinking. -Mallory and Ty

She nodded, her gaze locked on his mouth. He could tell she wanted it on hers, and for once, they were perfectly in sync. Having no idea what he was doing, he kissed her again, another no-holds-barred, tongues tangling, rock-his-fucking-world kiss that left him staggered and her apparently unable to speak as they tore apart for air and waited for the world to right itself. Didn't happen.

You still trying to save me, Mallory? Ty asked quietly. Her heart was hammering so loud she couldn't hear herself talk. I can't seem to help myself. I don't need saving. No. No, he sure didn't. He was strong and capable, and more than able to take care of himself. What do you need? You, he said simply. Only you.

Mallory, he said, sounding raw and staggered and touched beyond words. God, I was so stupid. So slow. I didn't know what to do with you. I tried to keep my distance but my world doesn't work without you in it. -Ty to Mallory

Hell, Grace. I'd go to Australia to visit you. I don't care about the job, or where you lay your head down at night, as long as your heart's mine.

I tried to keep my distance, but my world doesn't work without you in it.

Let me Guess-you lost the coin toss with Dell, which left you stuck with me. Only you don't know how to tell me this because you're a penis-carrying human and can't figure out how to communicate with a mere vagina.

Tired of me already? he asked with a smile in his voice. No quite yet. You? His eyes darkened, and he kissed her again. Never. Her heart skipped a beat. Never is a long time, she said. His voice was low, fierce. And very sure. That's what I'm counting on.

She was like a drug. The most addicting kind, and he had a problem—he was pretty sure that she was developing feelings for him. He had no idea what to do with that, or with is own feelings, which were definitely getting in his way. This whole no emotional attachment thing had gone straight to shit. Because Mallory Quinn was emotionally attached to every person she ever met, and she had a way of making that contagious. He craved contact with her in a way that he wasn't experienced with.

He shouldn't be inclined. Mallory Quinn was sweet, warm, and caring. She was a white picket fence and two-point-four kids. She was a diamond ring. She was someone's keeper. Not his. Never his. He didn't do keepers. And yet in that beat, with her mouth close to his, a smile in her eyes, he... ached. He ached and yearned for something. Someone. He wanted to wrap his arms around a woman, this woman, and lose himself in her.

Let's start with where you are,' he said. 'You're here.' Taking her hand, he pressed it to his chest above his heart.

It was incredibly hard to hold on to resentment for someone when you'd had your tongue down their throat. Plus, he kissed like magic.

Matt? Yeah? You okay? Working on it. His voice sounded unusually tight. I thought you said you did this a lot. Yeah. I do. But apparently not with anyone I'm wildly attracted to. This caused certain reactions in her body that were best not experienced in mixed company. It's just panties, she finally whispered. And they're really great panties, Matt agreed. But it's not the panties, Amy. It's you.

Heat skittered through her belly, then directly south. "Sawyer." In answer, he brought his head up and kissed her. Deep, hungry, tasting her in a purposely slow, thorough manner before pulling back to once again look into her eyes. Oh, God. "Sawyer, what are we doing?" she whispered. He shook his head. "No f#cking clue.

Are we going to be stupid?" she whispered. "Define stupid." "Anything that involves either one of us exposing our favorite body parts." Or their hearts… "I want to hear about your favorite body part," he said. "In great detail.

I can't do this, she whispered. He nodded. I know. I want to but I-- It's okay. He brushed a kiss over her jaw and then was gone, proving for the second time now that he was, after all, her perfect Mr. All Wrong. -Mallory and Ty

He turned to shut and lock the door, then came close, his gaze touching her features. "I missed you, Holly." Her heart caught painfully. The poor organ seemed to be getting quite the workout lately.

She had no idea how long they kissed—and kissed—but she didn't think about stopping until she ran out of air. Breathing hard, she slowly opened her eyes and stared directly into his. They'd heated. Darkened. And something else. He wasn't looking so relaxed now. In fact, he was looking the opposite of relaxed. He looked…feral. And she was his prey.

Sometimes the best thing in life is finding that one person who knows all your mistakes and weaknesses and still thinks you're completely amazing.