Quotes About Connection

If she'd thought the oncoming storm outside was crazy, it was nothing compared to what happened between her and Finn every time they so much as looked at each other.

Jill Shalvis

Studies say that a woman can increase the likelihood of a man approaching her if she uncrosses her arms, makes subtle eye contact, and smiles

Look at you… You're perfect. Not… perfect. Perfect to me…

I'm not built that way, I'm not good at relationships. I'm not good at letting people in and keeping them. I don't know how.

She sucked in a breath. You're... When she didn't finish the sentence, he turned his head and watched her gaze drop to his mouth, which was only a few inches from hers. Handy, she finished softly. And you're... She smiled. Stubborn? Annoying? Set to go, he said.

Her phone vibrated with a text. Spence. My life doesn't work without you in it.

He had no idea what it was about her that got beneath his guard, and he couldn't quite say he liked it, but somehow he liked her, which couldn't be good for either of them.

I don't know where that's is going," she confessed, still looking at his mouth. "Maybe nowhere. I was just …" He smiled. "Feeling brave?" She smiled back, looking so sweet. "Yeah." Damn, he liked her. "Feel free to be brave any time you want.

I'm ready, she promised. She kissed his jaw and then rubbed her cheek against it, letting out a low hum of arousal at the feel of his stubble on her skin. He had a scent that every single one of her senses responded to. The texture of his skin, the taste of his tongue, the latent strength in his hands - everything about him did it for her. I want this, she said. I want you.

This had already been the best sex she'd ever had and all he'd done was touch her.

Be his friend—i.e., be there for him. Pay attention to him and show interest—e.g., ask questions. Respect him—e.g., care about the things he cares about, like his family and friends. Flirt with him—e.g., smile. Don't try to change him—i.e., accept him as he is, flaws and all.

Cupping a cheek in each hand, he lifted her back up to his desk and pressed his hips hard into hers. Her eyes were worried. But people keep coming--- The next person to come is going to be you, he said.

And now he had her in his arms, this amazing, prickly, suspicious, hardheaded woman that he was falling for in spite of himself because she was also sweet and kind and had the biggest heart of anyone he'd ever met. Falling hard. It was going to take a lot to convince her that he was a good idea, although he was pretty sure her body might've already made its decision. He had no idea what it would take to persuade the rest of her.

Been looking for you," Sam said as he opened Cole's passenger door and got in. Tanner helped himself at the driver's door, forcing Cole over so that he was sandwiched between them, coming into such a close and personal relationship with the gearshift that the two of them should have gotten a marriage license first.

That kind of love is a gift," he said. "It's our core, and it makes us who we are." He looked at her. "And if we share it, pass it on, it only grows stronger.

I used to think that love was all about red roses and expensive dinners. But the truth is, love is letting your mate steal a piece of bread off your plate. It's being awoken by snoring and refraining from shoving him out of bed. It's talking in code and trying to embarrass one another in public. It's going on adventures and making fun of each other. It's stupid fights and memorable make-ups." She squeezed Molly's hand.

with you, Aidan, just as you are, whatever your job is, whatever you do. I just hate that you got hurt—

Her heart did a slow roll in her chest. I'm yours, she whispered. For the duration. Yes, but more than that, I'm yours, he said, quiet steel.

He slid his fingers over her jaw and tilted her face up to his. You're smarter than hell, sexier than hell, and I like you way more than I should, he said.

Help out her grandma and also learn to be social with something other than her laptop and vibrator while she was at it.

Love is when someone puts you on a pedestal and yet when you fall, they're there to catch you anyway.

With another of those sexy laughs, he kissed her. Really kissed her, nothing sweet or questioning about it this time. She moaned, closed a fist in his hair, and did the only thing she could: held on for the best kiss of her life.

To the best readers on the planet—romance readers! I'm grateful to each one of you every single day.