“I’m only going to say this once. I desire you. I burn for you. I can’t sleep at night for wanting you. Even when I didn’t like you, I lusted for you. It’s the most maddening, beguiling, damnable thing, but there it is.” #Bridgerton
"he found himself wondering how she’d feel if he pulled her into his arms, how she’d taste if he traced the outline of her lips with his tongue.
Would she smell like the garden? Or would that maddening scent of lilies and soap still cling to her skin?" #BRIDGERTON
“his hands roamed over her body relentlessly, touching, squeezing, doing anything he could to bind her to him.
If he could have drawn her within him, he would have done it and kept her there forever.” #BRIDGERTON
“we shall have mutual respect, and children—intelligent children, thank God, since you are quite the most intelligent woman of my acquaintance.” #BRIDGERTON
“I don’t much want to talk about Lady Whistledown”
Kate smiled. “You don’t?”
He slid into place next to her, his fingers settling around the curve of her hip. “I have much better things to do.”
“You do?”
“Much.” His lips found her ear. “Much, much, much better.” #Bridgerton
“He’d never taken a woman there before, always preferring to conduct his liaisons elsewhere, and suddenly he was absurdly glad of that fact.
Kate was different, special, his wife. He wanted no other memories to intrude upon this or any night.”
#Bridgerton
“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.” #Bridgerton
“Oh, why why why did he have to go and be 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦? Why couldn’t he have just stayed the suave but shallow libertine it had been so easy to believe him? Now he was something else altogether, someone she feared she might actually come to care for.” #Bridgerton
“I don’t remember,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He took her hand, which he’d never relinquished his hold on, and brought it to his lips again. He pressed a gentle, almost paternal kiss on her palm. “You don’t remember what?” #Bridgerton
“She had grave doubts about this marriage, and she knew she ought to maintain a clear head. She kept trying to remind herself of that, but it didn’t stop her lips from parting to allow his entry, nor her own tongue from shyly flicking out to taste the corner of his mouth.” 🐝
“And are you nervous?” she countered.
He leaned in toward her, his dark eyes hot and heavy with the promise of things to come. “Oh, desperately,” he murmured. #Bridgerton
“Oh, Kate,” he whispered. This was far, far worse than what she’d been through that night in the library at Aubrey Hall. And he could feel the force of her pain slicing right through his heart.
No one should feel terror like this. And especially not his wife. #Bridgerton
“And he told him of Kate, and how she’d freed his soul, and how he loved her so damn much.
It was, Anthony realized, what his father had always wanted for him.” #Bridgerton
“His marriage to Kate had sent his life down an alternate path, no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he could restrict their marriage to nothing but friendship and sex.” #Bridgerton
“If he tried that maneuver where she was seated across the table, he’d have to drag her through the middle of the tea service.
Anthony narrowed his eyes as he assessed the situation, trying to guess exactly how much tea would spill on the rug” #Bridgerton
“You can’t want this,” she persisted. “You wanted to marry Edwina. What are you going to say to Edwina?”
He crossed his arms. “I never made any promises to Edwina. And I imagine we’ll simply tell her we fell in love.”
#Bridgerton