Quotes About Connection

I'm not annoyed by you," he said. "No?" He smiled. "No." "What are you?" she whispered, still staring at his mouth. "Lots of things." He pulled her up and rubbed his thumb over the stain on her jaw, feeling a surge of satisfaction when her breath caught again. "Including turned on.

I want you to give me a chance." "A chance at what?" Shifting so that he could press his forehead to hers, he said one word. "You." Her breath caught. "Sean," she breathed. "Because you've got me," he said. "All of me.

it was like a freight train, hitting hard and fast, and in her entire life she'd never felt anything like it. It was as if he'd climbed inside her body, knew what she wanted before she wanted it, and knew how to give it to her. It was like being lost and coming home.

Your vibrator's batteries are going to die.

An injured dog, a sick kitten, a horse in labor, it didn't matter... Dell gave his heart and soul, and in less time than it took humans to shake hands, an animal would become part of Dell's pack for life.

He rocked her against him. No idea what I'm going to do with you. She didn't know what he was going to do with her either, but she hoped it was good.

Where? Where do you want me to kiss you, Lilah? She shivered at the thought of where she wanted his mouth, but he pulled free to look at her, waiting for her answer. Everywhere, she managed.

Open your eyes. His voice caressed her as surely as his work-roughened hands did. Open your eyes and come with me.

Did you just try to inhale me?" he asked, looking amused. "Ha." She crossed her arms. "You wish.

Just because you've never felt like you fit in doesn't mean anything's wrong with you. It means you haven't found your place yet.

Only one condom, he reminded her. We used the other a few hours ago. We'll have to get creative. Thank God. He was good at creative. Really, really good.

Their gazes locked and held for a long beat, like maybe he was taking her pulse from across the room, absorbing the fact that she was drenched and breathless. The corners of his mouth twitched. She'd amused him again.

her raw throat. Marveled. He'd literally walked through fire for her. For her. "No one's ever done that…" Tightening his grip

She was thinking of his mouth on hers. Which seemed only fair since he'd given a lot of thought to the same thing. "'Night," she whispered. "Night," he whispered back. And yet neither of them moved.

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

Finn?" "Yeah?" "Remember how you said the ball was in my court?" He pressed his forehead to hers for a beat, like he was working on control. She knew she should be as well but she didn't want him to leave, didn't want to be alone in this. "Don't go," she whispered softly.

He cupped her face in his big, callused hands and dropped his forehead to hers. It's all about the we, he murmured. Don't ever think otherwise.

Jill Shalvis

He regretted nothing. Not the way she'd felt in his arms and not the way he'd felt in hers.

Finn smiled and blew half her brain cells. "You going to teach me how to have fun, Pru?" he asked in that low, husky voice.

Yes. This. It was just what she needed, because here, held by him like this, her guilt, her regret, her fears . . . all of it gave way to this heady, languid sensation of being desired and she didn't want it to stop. Any of it.

I wasn't finished with you, Pru," he said softly. "I had plans." Oh boy. "Maybe I had plans, too." "Yeah?" Closing the gap between them, one of his hands went to her hip, the other slid up her back to anchor her to him. "Tell me. Tell me slowly and in great detail.

Our earlobes line up with our nipples.

You sure about that? he asked. Because it feels pretty fucking real when I'm buried inside you.