Isabella And Nicholas Quotes

“Don't freeze up on me, princess," he said in a low voice.
Her eyes snapped to his face, and what she saw there was not lustful, or greedy, or wanting.
He had a gentle, almost kind, expression on his face, and that, more than anything, nearly made her weep.”
― Megan Frampton, Put Up Your Duke

“It's hard to believe anyone would want to do this to oneself, but then again, I am not a man."
Nicholas let his eyes drift over her, from her gorgeous face and its lush lips, currently pressed into a thin line, down over the fragile bones of her neck, over her breasts, her waist, her hips. Felt how warm and soft she was between his legs. "No, you are most definitely not a man," he said in a voice that had grown huskier over the past few minutes.”
― Megan Frampton, Put Up Your Duke

“Now that you are a respectable married woman, I expect you to have no fewer than two glasses with dinner. And maybe- if you are feeling daring- a glass of sherry after."
She shook her head, as though it were an automatic response, then paused and met his eyes, her gaze direct and intense. "I think I should do just that, husband. And other things that were not allowed when I was a young unmarried lady." Only just as she said that, she must have realized what it sounded like, and her whole face turned a bright shade of pink, and her eyes widened.
She looked adorable, and he absolutely, positively could not laugh at her.”
― Megan Frampton, Put Up Your Duke

“All of a sudden, she felt frozen. More chilled than before, as though she had been thrust into an ice house and left on her own. She concentrated on taking a deep breath, but it felt as though she could only draw quick, hurried breaths.
"Isabella, today I will take my tea differently than usual," Nicholas spoke in an entirely casual tone, but she knew he had somehow realized what was going through her mind and was taking pity on her.
"Yes?" she asked, poised to pour out the tea.
His mouth quirked up in a smile, so quick she would have missed it if she hadn't been staring at his mouth. A habit she did not wish to break. "Yes, I would like milk and just one teaspoon of sugar."
He leaned toward her and kissed her, gently, on the cheek. "You are sweet enough for me," he said, in a tone that was audible to everyone, yet still managed to sound intimate.”
― Megan Frampton, Put Up Your Duke

“Well, perhaps I will go to my parents' house and see Margaret. I need to start shopping for a gown for our ball- I have many nice gowns, of course, but nothing anybody hasn't seen before, and I want to do you justice."
She met his gaze then, and he took in the lovely, warm brown depths of her eyes, her full, intensely kissable mouth, that porcelain skin, and her figure, which he'd seen enough to know was spectacular. And seen enough to wish he could see all of it, preferably underneath his body.
"You would do me justice wearing a sack, princess," he said, hearing his voice get just a bit husky.”
― Megan Frampton, Put Up Your Duke

“You, of all people, should know that what you wear is ninety percent of what people perceive about you." He kissed her head. "Such as when you put on that ferociously pink dress to wear to our ball, knowing that it looked lovely on you, but also knowing that it was what people were expecting you to wear. Whereas when you wore that black habit to go riding..."
He paused. "What?" she asked.
"Well, you did not look at all as I'd been led to believe."
"And that was... all right?"
He made a tsking noise. "I cannot believe you still have to ask that. It was glorious to see, you descending the stairs like a fearsome dark goddess, rather than the princess I'd married. I knew then, even though I couldn't actually say it to myself properly, that there was more to you than what you present.”
― Megan Frampton, Put Up Your Duke