Elizabeth Hoyt Quote

She heard him close the door. I was going to impress you with my romantic eloquence, of course. I’d thought to wax philosophical about the beauty of your brow.Lucy blinked. My brow?Mmm. Have I told you that your brow intimidates me? She felt his warmth at her back as he moved behind her, but he didn’t touch her. It’s so smooth and white and broad, and ends with your straight, knowing eyebrows, like a statue of Athena pronouncing judgment. If the warrior goddess had a brow like yours, it is no wonder the ancients worshiped and feared her.Blather, she murmured.Blather, indeed. Blather is all I am, after all.She frowned and turned to contradict him, but he moved with her so that she couldn’t quite catch sight of his face.I am the duke of nonsense, he whispered in her ear. The king of farce, the emperor of emptiness.Did he really see himself so? But—Blathering is what I do best, he said, still unseen. I’d like to blather about your golden eyes and ruby lips.Simon—The perfect curve of your cheek, he murmured close.She gasped as his breath stirred the hair at her neck. He was distracting her with lovemaking. And it was working. What a lot of talk.I do talk too much. It’s a weakness you’ll have to bear in your husband. His voice was next to her ear. But I’d have to spend quite a bit of time outlining the shape of your mouth, itssoftness and the warmth within.-Simon to Lucy on their wedding night.