Elizabeth Hoyt Quote

She placed the soapy cloth on his shoulder, briskly stroking over smooth skin, trying not to notice how firm the muscles beneath her fingers were.She kept her gaze strictly on her hand.Still, it was impossible to ignore the elegant sweep of his collarbone, the bulge of his upper arm, the way a single vein ran along the inside of his forearm...She realized that her hand had slowed along his arm. The room was very quiet. Nicoletta had left with the dirty water and Ubertino was somewhere, perhaps fetching more clean water. She and the duke were alone in the bedroom with her hands on his body.She daren't raise her eyes to his.She took his hand in hers and ran the cloth over the veins that roped the back. His fingers were long and strong, and they dwarfed hers, the nails square and pale. She carefully washed each one and then cupped his hand in hers to wash his palm. It was an intimate act. A... caring act. One a mother might perform for a child.Or a woman might perform for her lover.Iris caught her breath and straightened to rinse the cloth.When she turned back her gaze caught his.He was watching her, his crystal eyes half-lidded, his twisted lips parted.

Elizabeth Hoyt

She placed the soapy cloth on his shoulder, briskly stroking over smooth skin, trying not to notice how firm the muscles beneath her fingers were.She kept her gaze strictly on her hand.Still, it was impossible to ignore the elegant sweep of his collarbone, the bulge of his upper arm, the way a single vein ran along the inside of his forearm...She realized that her hand had slowed along his arm. The room was very quiet. Nicoletta had left with the dirty water and Ubertino was somewhere, perhaps fetching more clean water. She and the duke were alone in the bedroom with her hands on his body.She daren't raise her eyes to his.She took his hand in hers and ran the cloth over the veins that roped the back. His fingers were long and strong, and they dwarfed hers, the nails square and pale. She carefully washed each one and then cupped his hand in hers to wash his palm. It was an intimate act. A... caring act. One a mother might perform for a child.Or a woman might perform for her lover.Iris caught her breath and straightened to rinse the cloth.When she turned back her gaze caught his.He was watching her, his crystal eyes half-lidded, his twisted lips parted.

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About Elizabeth Hoyt

Elizabeth Hoyt is the pen name of Nancy M. Finney. Hoyt is a New York Times bestselling author of historical romance. She also writes contemporary romance under the name Julia Harper. She lives in central Illinois with her husband and two children.