Quotes About Connection

Her hands slid to his shoulders, his biceps, and dug in as if to hold him here, right here. But he wasn't going anywhere. He liked her hands on him, liked her tongue in his mouth, and when she made that noise deep in her throat, the one that said she was as lost as him, he groaned, both in pleasure and with a good amount of what-the-fuckery, because he knew. He was in trouble. Down to the bone trouble, and he didn't give one single shit.

Wrapping his hand up in her ponytail, he gently but firmly tugged until she lifted her face to his. "If I'm going to be in your bed, Sophie, you're mine for the duration.

Her fingers danced over the sculpted landscape of his sleek back and then came around to his chest, where she could once again feel the beat of his heart, not nearly so steady now.

Opening her eyes, she looked right at him. She saw her life, her heart echoed in his eyes, and she burst in a kaleidoscope of colors and emotion, unlike anything she'd ever felt.

Ugh. You're being . . . you." "Was that in English?" "This is all your fault." "Nope. Definitely not English." "You're being all hot and sexy, dammit," she said. She banged her head on his chest a few times. "And I can't seem to . . . not notice said hotness and sexiness.

I took one look at you," Hud said to Bailey, "and control went flying out the window. You tore down the brick wall around my heart one smile at a time.

He slid a hand into her hair, tightening his grip enough to lightly tug her head up so that she was looking into his eyes again. "Don't make promises you can't keep.

She'd offered him her friendship. Her body. And he'd taken both. He wanted to keep them both. And he also wanted more, so much more. He wanted her heart, like she had his.

The kiss started out gentle, but quickly got serious and not so gentle. His lips parted hers, their tongues touched, and she heard herself moan. His hot mouth left hers and made its way along her jaw, her throat, where he planted open-mouthed kisses that made her shiver for more. If she hadn't been sitting, her knees wouldn't have held her up, because he kissed away her annoyance, her good sense, any ability to think, everything.

He looked her over, making her every nerve ending tingle with awareness, though his gaze was more inquisitive than sexual, as if making sure she was okay, though she had no idea why she wouldn't be. Then he smiled, and oh, how her misbehaving nipples loved that predatory smile. If his intense, concerned once-over had done things to her, his smile just about undid her from the inside out. -Amy

What else?" With a shiver, she tightened her grip on his hair. He didn't care if she made him bald, as long as she didn't let go. "That you know my sweet spots." "You're one big, sweet spot.

I want you, Elle, he said, voice low and rough. It's a goddamn ache, I want you so much.

I want in your life, Elle. All the way in.

I've never been so tied to a place, to a person. Until you. But, she said when his eyes began to shutter, it's the way I want it. I want to be tied to you. He studied her for a long moment and then his lips curved. You're picturing it, aren't you, she said drily. Me tied. To my bed, he said on a low laugh. Yeah, a little bit. But mostly I'm liking knowing that you're tied to my heart.

Finn was different. And he was different because she wanted him in her left in a way she hadn't wanted anyone for a very long time. Maybe ever.

And good Lord, the way he looks at you is contributing to global warming

Friends stick.

I'm not really into hurrying," he said. "What are you into?" "Slow. Long. Hard. Hot. Dirty…" His teeth sank into her earlobe. "You still in?

I'm sorry I was so hard on you. I nearly pushed you away— Impossible, he said. Don't you know yet? If I ever lost you, I'd lose myself.

Lily, the next time you tell me you don't know what to do with family. Because you know exactly. It's about loyalty and kindness and unconditional love, and you are more than capable of all that.

Maybe I've already died and gone to heaven. She lifted her hand with a smile. You think this is heaven? You're touching and kissing me, he said. So yeah, I think this is heaven.

Look, we both know we don't need someone in our life to make it complete, but let's be honest. Having someone who knows your dark and angsty side and yet isn't scared off . . ." She shook her head. "It's the greatest gift ever.

Apparently it'd been too long since her last social orgasm...

Lily drew him in with those eyes, her voice, the outer toughness she showed the world, the inner vulnerability she did her best to hide.