242 Quotes by Elizabeth Hoyt

"He pulled back, staring at her in the dim carriage, his brows still knit. "Megs?"Oh, right. She still hadn't told him. Well, it was his own fault; his mouth was simply delicious."I love you," she said, speaking clearly so that there might be no confusion."

"I love you, Godric St. John, and now I'm breaking my word. I will not leave you. You may either come with me to Laurelwood or I'll stay here with you in your musty old house in London and drive you mad with all my talking and relatives and... and exotic sexual positions until you break down and love me back, for I'm warning you that I'm not giving up until you love me and we're a happy family with dozens of children."

"Margaret in contrast held her head high, her cheeks flagged with a becoming rose color. She looked like a goddess enraged. A goddess who might, if they were alone, assault his person--the thought of which unaccountably aroused him."

"I am a whore," she said. "And in addition to that, I am not a nice woman. But despite these facts, my word is gold."

"She nudged his arm to wash under it, where his dark hair grew in a swirl.Where the scent of his masculinity was the strongest.She shouldn't find this erotic. A lady shouldn't find this erotic.And yet she did.His lifted arms made the muscles move over his ribs stand out in intriguing ridges, and she wanted- rather badly, in fact- to lean down and inhale his scent."

"Come with me, sweet girl."She blinked up at him, wide blue-gray eyes a little dazed.He covered her mouth again before she could speak- either to consent or decline- and drew her slowly backward, step by step, toward the bed, until he hit it with the backs of his legs. He broke the kiss, looking down at her, her wet ruby lips parted, her cheeks flushed pink.She looked edible."Raphael," she whispered, his name on her lips like a plea, and something within him broke."

"He opened his eyes to see her licking her lips nervously. "I... er... We should remove your banyan. At least the upper portion."If he were a man given to mirth he might've grinned then. She was playing in the flames of his control. Did she not understand her own peril?But her blush had deepened and she was deliciously out of sorts.He simply could not resist- either his own urges or her innocent befuddlement.He spread his arms and said gravely, "Be my guest."

"God.' She'd tasted of oranges and honey and he'd felt her shake beneath his hands. He'd wanted to strip her right there in the carriage with his men riding outside.She was driving him mad. He couldn't look at her anymore without feeling the pull. And yet he could not send her away- everything inside him rebelled at the thought. She had to stay with him so that he could protect her. So that she could illuminate his darkness just a little."

"He caught her and drew her against him, pressing kisses into her mouth as he murmured, "So beautiful So beautiful."He sat up to pull the covers over them both and then he took her into his arms as he lay back down.The fire crackled and the few candles still lit guttered and she thought, as her mind began to drift, that perhaps her feelings for her strange, dark husband might be more than just affection."

"He rose up suddenly and turned her, so that she lay on the bed. He pushed up her skirts, found the ties to her panniers, and yanked them off and threw them to the floor. Then he was on her again, trailing his mouth down her neck, biting at her collarbone.She ran her fingers into the hair at the back of his head, grasping, trying to hold on as he moved on her so intently.He'd always been in control when he'd made love to her. Now he seemed moved by a sort of compulsion.An animal need."