Julia Quinn Quote

Do we have any plans for this evening? he whispered in her ear. She nodded; the motion caused her hair to tickle his cheek. A ball, she said. At Lady Mottram’s. Anthony couldn’t resist the soft silkiness of her hair, and he threaded two fingers through it, letting it slide across his hand and wrap around his wrist. Do you know what I think? he murmured. He heard her smile as she asked, What? I think I’ve never cared that much for Lady Mottram. And do you know what else I think? Now he heard her trying not to giggle. What? I think we should go upstairs. You do? she asked, clearly feigning ignorance. Oh, indeed. This very minute, as a matter of fact. She wiggled her bottom, the minx, ascertaining for herself just how quickly he needed to go upstairs. I see, she murmured gravely. He pinched her hip lightly. I rather thought you Well, that, too, she admitted. It was quite enlightening. I’m sure it was, he muttered. Then, with a very wicked smile, he nudged her chin until they were nose to nose. Do you know what I think? he said huskily. Her eyes widened. I’m sure I can’t imagine. I think, he said, one of his hands creeping under her dress and slithering up her leg, that if we don’t go upstairs this instant, I might be content to remain right here. Here? she squeaked. His hand found the edge of her stockings. Here, he affirmed. Now?His fingers tickled her soft thatch of hair, then sank into the very core of her womanhood. She was soft and wet and felt like heaven. Oh, most definitely now, he said. Here? He nibbled on her lips. Didn’t I already answer that question? And if she had any further questions, she didn’t voice them for the next hour. Or maybe it was just that he was trying his damnedest to rob her of speech. And if a man could judge from the little squeals and mewls that slipped from her mouth, he was doing a ripping good job.-Anthony & Kate