Book: The Viscount Who Loved Me
Quotes of Book: The Viscount Who Loved Me
Will you be all right?" he asked softly. "It's still raining." Kate stopped and listened to the rain, which had softened to a gentle patter against the windows. "I think the storm is over." He nodded and peered out into the hall. "It's empty," he said. "I should go." He stepped aside to let her pass. She moved forward, but when she reached the doorway she stopped and turned around. "Lord Bridgerton?""Anthony," he said. "You should call me Anthony. I believe I've already called you Kate." "You did?" "When I found you." He waved a hand. "I don't think you heard anything I said." "You're probably right." She smiled hesitantly. "Anthony." His name sounded strange on her tongue. He leaned forward slightly, an odd, almost devilish light in his eyes. "Kate," he said in return. "I just wanted to say thank you," she said. "For helping me tonight. I-" She cleared her throat. "It would have been a great deal more difficult without you." "I didn't do anything," he said gruffly. "No, you did everything."-Anthony & Kate book-quoteAm I a terrible person?" she whispered, more for her ears than for his. "Does this mean I am fallen?" But he heard her, and his voice was hot and moist on the skin of her cheek. He moved to her ear and made her listen more closely. He traveled to her lips and forced her to swallow the word. Kate felt her head fall back. His voice was low and seductive, and it almost made her feel like she'd been born for this moment. "You're perfect," he whispered, his large hands moving urgently over her body, one settling on her waist and the other moving up toward the gentle swell of her breast. "Right here, right now, in this moment, in this garden, you're perfect."-Kate & Anthony book-quoteThis will work," he said with great authority. "You'll see." She looked doubtful, but she nodded. Of course, there was little else she could do. She'd just been caught by the biggest gossip in London with a man's mouth on her chest. If he hadn't offered to marry her, she'd have been ruined forever. And if she'd refused to marry him . . . well, then she'd be branded a fallen woman an idiot. Anthony suddenly stood. "Mother!" he barked, leaving Kate on the bench as he strode over to her. "My fiancée and I desire a bit of privacy here in the garden." "Of course," Lady Bridgerton murmured. "Do you think that's wise?" Mrs. Featherington asked. Anthony leaned forward, placed his mouth very close to his mother's ear, and whispered, "If you do not remove her from my presence within the next ten seconds, I shall murder her on the spot." Lady Bridgerton choked on a laugh, nodded, and managed to say, "Of course." In under a minute, Anthony and Kate were alone in the garden. He turned to face her; she'd stood and taken a few steps toward him. "I think," he murmured, slipping his arm through hers, "that we ought to consider moving out of sight of the house." His steps were long and purposeful, and she stumbled to keep up with him until she found her stride. "My lord," she asked, hurrying along, "do you think this is wise?" "You sound like Mrs. Featherington," he pointed out, not breaking his pace, even for a second. "Heaven forbid," Kate muttered, "but the question still stands." "Yes, I do think it's very wise," he replied, pulling her into a gazebo. Its walls were partially open to the air, but it was surrounded by lilac bushes and afforded them considerable privacy. "But-" He smiled. Slowly. "Did you know you argue too much?" "You brought me here to tell me ?" "No," he drawled, "I brought you here to do ." And then, before she had a chance to utter a word, before she even had a chance to draw breath, his mouth swooped down and captured hers in a hungry, searing kiss. book-quoteHis mouth moved along the line of her jaw to her neck, pausing only to whisper, "Where is your mother?" "Out," Kate gasped. His teeth tugged at the edge of her bodice. "For how long?" "I don't know." She let out a little squeal as his tongue dipped below the muslin and traced an erotic line on her skin. "Good heavens, Anthony, what are you doing?" "How long?" he repeated. "An hour. Maybe two." Anthony glanced up to make sure he'd shut the door when he had entered earlier. "Maybe two?" he murmured, smiling against her skin. "Really?" "M-maybe just one." He hooked a finger under the edge of her bodice up near her shoulder, making sure to catch the edge of her chemise as well. "One," he said, "is still quite splendid." Then, pausing only to bring his mouth to hers so that she could not utter any protest, he swiftly pulled her dress down, taking the chemise along with it. He felt her gasp into his mouth, but he just deepened the kiss as he palmed the round fullness of her breast. She was perfect under his fingers, soft and pert, filling his hand as if she'd been made for him. When he felt the last of her resistance melt away, he moved his kiss to her ear, nibbling softly on her lobe. "Do you like this?" he whispered, squeezing gently with his hand. She nodded jerkily. "Mmmm, good," he murmured, letting his tongue do a slow sweep of her ear. "It would make things very difficult if you did not." "H-how?" He fought the bubble of mirth that was rising in his throat. This absolutely wasn't the time to laugh, but she was so damned innocent. He'd never made love to a woman like her before; he was finding it surprisingly delightful. "Let's just say," he said, "that I like it very much."-Anthony & Kate book-quoteHe was taking a nap," Kate explained. "He's a very sound sleeper." But once awake, Newton refused to be left out of the action, and with a slightly more awake bark, he leaped up onto the chair, landing on Kate's lap. "Newton!" she squealed. "Oh, for the love of-" But Anthony's mutterings were cut short by a big, sloppy kiss from Newton. "I think he likes you," Kate said, so amused by Anthony's disgusted expression that she forgot to be self-conscious about her position on his lap. "Dog," Anthony ordered, "get down on the floor this instant." Newton hung his head and whined. "Now!" Letting out a big sigh, Newton turned about and plopped down onto the floor. "My goodness," Kate said, peering down at the dog, who was now moping under the table, his snout lying sorrowfully on the carpet, "I'm impressed." "It's all in the tone of voice," Anthony said archly, snaking a viselike arm around her waist so that she could not get up. Kate looked at his arm, then looked at his face, her brows arching in question. "Why," she mused, "do I get the impression you find that tone of voice effective on women as well?" He shrugged and leaned toward her with a heavy-lidded smile. "It usually is," he murmured. "Not this one." Kate planted her hands on the arms of the chair and tried to wrench herself up. But he was far too strong. "Especially this one," he said, his voice dropping to an impossibly low purr. With his free hand, he cupped her chin and turned her face to his. His lips were soft but demanding, and he explored her mouth with a thoroughness that left her breathless. -Kate & Anthony book-quoteThere's more, you know," he whispered, letting his breath caress her ear. "I'm sure there must be," she replied, her voice mere breath. "You are?" he asked teasingly, squeezing her again. "I'm not so green that I think one can make a baby from what we've been doing." "I'd be happy to show you the rest," he murmured. "Not- Oh!" He'd squeezed again, this time allowing his fingers to tickle her skin. He loved that she couldn't think when he touched her breasts. "You were saying?" he prompted, nibbling on her neck. "I- I was?" He nodded, the faint stubble of his beard brushing her throat. "I'm sure you were. But then again, perhaps I'd rather not hear. You'd begun with the word 'not.' Surely," he added with a flick of his tongue against the underside of her chin, "not a word that belongs between us at a time like this. But"- his tongue moved down the line of her throat to the hollow above her collarbone-" I digress." "You- you do?" He nodded. "I believe I was trying to determine what pleases you, as all good husbands should do." She said nothing, but her breathing quickened. He smiled against her skin. "What, for example, about this?" He flattened his hand so that he was no longer cupping her, instead just letting his palm graze lightly over her nipple. "Anthony!" she choked out. "Good," he said, moving to her neck, nudging her chin up so that she was more open to him. "I'm glad we're back to Anthony. 'My lord' is so formal, don't you think? Far too formal for ." And then he did what he'd been fantasizing about for weeks. He lowered his head to her breast and took her into his mouth, tasting, suckling, teasing, reveling in each gasp he heard spill forth from her lips, each spasm of desire he felt shivering across her body. He loved that she reacted this way, thrilled that he did this to her. "So good," he murmured, his breath hot and moist against her skin. "You taste so damn good." "Anthony," she said, her voice hoarse, "Are you sure-" He put a finger to her lips without even lifting his face to look at her. "I have no idea what you're asking, but whatever it is"- he moved his attention to her other breast-" I'm sure."-Anthony & Kate book-quoteWith great reluctance- sitting in the chair with Kate and doing nothing but hold her was surprisingly satisfying- he stood, lifting her in his arms as he did so, and then set her back in the chair. "This has been a delightful interlude," he murmured, leaning down to drop a kiss on her forehead. "But I fear your mother's early return. I shall see you Saturday morning?" She blinked. "Saturday?""A superstition of my mother's," he said with a sheepish smile. "She thinks it's bad luck for the bride and groom to see one another the day before the wedding." "Oh." She rose to her feet, self-consciously smoothing her dress and hair. "And do you believe it as well?""Not at all," he said with a snort. She nodded. "It's very sweet of you to indulge your mother, then." Anthony paused for a moment, well aware that most men of his reputation did not want to appear tied to apron strings. But this was Kate, and he knew that she valued devotion to family as much as he did, so he finally said, "There is little I would not do to keep my mother content." She smiled shyly. "It is one of the things I like best about you." He made some sort of gesture designed to change the subject, but she interrupted with, "No, it's true. You're far more caring a person than you'd like people to believe." Since he wasn't going to be able to win the argument with her- and there was little point in contradicting a woman when she was being complimentary- he put a finger to his lips and said, "Shhh. Don't tell anyone." And then, with one last kiss to her hand and a murmured, "Adieu," he made his way out the door and outside.-Anthony & Kate book-quote
