Judith McNaught Quote

Lady Cameron, he said, playing his role with elan as he nodded toward Ian. You recall our friend Lord Thornton, Marquess of Kensington, I hope?The radiant smile Elizabeth bestowed on Ian was not at all what the dowager had insisted ought to be polite but impartial. It wasn’t quite like any smile she’d ever given him. Of course I remember you, my lord, Elizabeth said to Ian, graciously offering him her hand.I believe this waltz is mine, he said for the benefit of Elizabeth’s avidly interested admirers. He waited until they were near the dancers, then he tried to sound more pleasant. You seem to be enjoying yourself tonight.I am, she said idly, but when she looked up at his face she saw the coolness in his eyes; with her new understanding of her own feelings, she understood his more easily. A soft, knowing smile touched her lips as the musicians struck up a waltz; it stayed in her heart as Ian’s arm slid around her waist, and his left hand closed around her fingers, engulfing them.Overhead a hundred thousand candles burned in crystal chandeliers, but Elizabeth was back in a moonlit arbor long ago. Then as now, Ian moved to the music with effortless ease. That lovely waltz had begun something that had ended wrong, terribly wrong. Now, as she danced in his arms, she could make this waltz end much differently, and she knew it; the knowledge filled her with pride and a twinge of nervousness. She waited, expecting him to say something tender, as he had the last time.Belhaven’s been devouring you with his eyes all night, Ian said instead. So have half the men in this ballroom. For a country that prides itself on its delicate manners, they sure as hell don’t extend to admiring beautiful women.That, Elizabeth thought with a startled inner smile, was not the opening she’d been waiting for. With his current mood, Elizabeth realized, she was going to have to make her own opening. Lifting her eyes to his enigmatic golden ones, she said quietly, Ian, have you ever wanted something very badly-something that was within your grasp-and yet you were afraid to reach out for it?Surprised by her grave question and her use of his name, Ian tried to ignore the jealousy that had been eating at him all night. No, he said, scrupulously keeping the curtness from his voice as he gazed down at her alluring face. Why do you ask? Is there something you want?Her gaze fell from his, and she nodded at his frilled white shirtfront.What is it you want?You. Ian’s breath froze in his chest, and he stared down at her lustrous hair. What did you just say?She raised her eyes to his. I said I want you, only I’m afraid that I-Ian’s heart slammed into his chest, and his fingers dug reflexively into her back, starting to pull her to him. Elizabeth, he said in a strained voice, glancing a little wildly at their avidly curious audience and resisting the impossible impulse to take her out onto the balcony, why in God’s name would you say a thing like that to me when we’re in the middle of a damned dance floor in a crowded ballroom?Her radiant smile widened. I thought it seemed like the right place, she told him, watching his eyes darken with desire.Because it’s safer? Ian asked in disbelief, meaning safer from his ardent reaction.No, because this is how it all began two years ago. We were in the arbor, and a waltz was playing, she reminded him needlessly. And you came up behind me and said, ‘Dance with me, Elizabeth.’ And-and I did, she said, her voice trailing off at the odd expression darkening his eyes. Remember? she added shakily when he said absolutely nothing.His gaze held hers, and his voice was tender and rough. Love me, Elizabeth.Elizabeth felt a tremor run through her entire body, but she looked at him without flinching. I do.