One Kiss From You Quotes

“What an expression of relief, my dear fiancée. However did you make your way through London society with such a revealing face? Not that I object, you understand." Leaning toward her, Mr. Knight smiled with the kind of intimate bewitchment that made her swallow to relieve her suddenly dry mouth. "When a woman is as beautiful as you are, she's usually adept at hiding her emotions. With you, I'll always know what gives you pleasure, and strive always to do as you wish.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“She heard nothing but experienced a sensation that prickled along her spine like a warm touch caressing her skin. Slowly, with the care of prey beneath a predator's survey, she turned her head- and met the gaze of the elegant gentleman lounging at the door.
In her travels, she had seen many a striking and charming man, but none had been as handsome as this- and all had been more charming. This man was a statue in stark black and white, hewn from rugged granite and adolescent dreams. His face wasn't really handsome; his nose was thin and crooked, his eyes heavy lidded, his cheekbones broad, stark and hollowed. But he wielded a quality of power, of toughness, that made Eleanor want to huddle into a shivering, cowardly little ball.
Then he smiled, and she caught her breath in awe. His mouth... his glorious, sensual mouth. His lips were wide, too wide, and broad, too broad. His teeth were white, clean, strong as a wolf's. He looked like a man seldom amused by life, but he was amused by her, and she realized in a rush of mortification that she remained standing on the stool, reading one of his books and lost to the grave realities of her situation. The reality that stated she was an imposter, sent to mollify this man until the real duchess could arrive.
Mollify? Him? Not likely. Nothing would mollify him. Nothing except... well, whatever it was he wanted. And she wasn't fool enough to think she knew what that was.
The immediate reality was that she would somehow have to step down onto the floor and of necessity expose her ankles to his gaze. It wasn't as if he wouldn't look. He was looking now, observing her figure with an appreciation all the more impressive for its subtlety. His gaze flicked along her spine, along her backside, and down her legs with such concentration that she formed the impression he knew very well what she looked like clad only in her chemise- and that was an unnerving sensation.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“If only he hadn’t tasted the loneliness on her lips and recognized the same loneliness that pervaded his soul.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“You kiss like a woman who stands on the outside, always peering in the window of life and wishing she were there, yet never having the guts to demand entrance.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“He had expected to be challenged by this woman, not captivated. She surprised him, and surprise made him vaguely uneasy.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“She wished she were as indifferent as she had always been with every other man. But there was something about Mr. Knight that made her notice him. Demanded that she notice him.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“If he was not careful, this woman would fascinate him.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“In a voice both low and curious, he said, “You’re not what I expected.” “No,” she whispered. “I suppose I’m not.” Time seemed to slow and stretch. He observed her with intensity, as if she were a songbird he had trapped and would cage forever.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“Lady Shapster pointed a long finger at Eleanor. "You don't aspire to marry her."
Eleanor wanted to leap at her, to stifle her and that dreadful, smooth, accusatory tone.
Mr. Knight's lips drew back from his teeth, and his voice was scarcely audible when he said, "Do not tell me what I aspire to do. You know nothing about me or my aspirations. Now- you want to leave. I'll escort you to the door."
"Such a scene," Beau Brummel murmured. "So sad when a noted beauty fades to infamy.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“You aren't wasting any time getting to the altar. Is there a reason for the hurry?"
Every jaw within hearing dropped.
Mr. Knight twisted around like a vengeful whirlwind.
In unison, the guests stepped back.
But for the first time, Lady Shapster hadn't the power to shame or terrify Eleanor. Maybe Eleanor had matured. Maybe the last four years, the last few days, the last few minutes, had shown her real adversity. For whatever reason, a rush of fury chased anxiety out of her mind. She didn't need Mr. Knight to defend her. She could stand up for herself.
With a smile that was more tooth than benevolence, she said, "Lady Shapster, I arrived in England less than a week ago. If you wish to spread rumors, that isn't one that will take."
Lady Shapster blinked, as if a kitten had attacked her ankles and drawn blood.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“She'd melted onto the cushions, almost numb with satiation, and with a chuckle that had sounded both diabolical and satisfied, he'd picked her up and carried her to her bedchamber.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“Her legs were clutching at him now, twining around him. She was trying to draw him in, and she didn't even know what she was doing. She was drowning in instinct, and he loved it. Loved knowing that this woman, so soft and tender, could blaze to passion with a single touch. And he was going to give her... more than a touch.
Leaning his head down, he breathed in her fragrance. "My darling girl, tonight is the first of a thousand nights. Remember this- I'm going to possess you in every way a man can possess a woman, and you're going to beg me for more.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“He stretched his face toward her lips. "I'm going to kiss you. We've kissed before, remember? " Pitching his tone to be low and seductive, he asked, "You liked it, didn't you?"
Her voice wobbled. "Very much."
She was so trusting. So damnably, beautifully honest. "I put my tongue in your mouth, explored and tasted. Like this." He brushed her lips, his mind anticipating the shy blossom of her mouth beneath his. He loved the little catch of breath she gave as he slid his tongue inside, loved the flavor of brandy, loved that she couldn't resist putting her arms around his shoulders and twining her fingers in his hair. The liquor had loosened her inhibitions; she touched his tongue with hers, then when his tongue fell back, she followed, delving into his mouth, touching his teeth, ringing his lips. Her diffident exterior hid a siren of uncommon power and boldness, and he would show her everything her instincts only suspected. Gently, he sucked at her tongue, rasping the end with his own. When she fell back, out of breath, he slid her one glove down her arm. "Can you imagine me doing that to you... down there?" Ever-so-gently, he kissed the soft, pale skin at her elbow. "Can you imagine that?"
"Yes," she said faintly.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“He did not need to be distracted by a woman.
A gorgeous woman, yes, but just a woman.
He didn't understand her. That was the problem. She was beautiful but unaware of her beauty. She was rich but not grasping. She was timid, yet she rode fearlessly, and for a scroungy dog she roared like a lion.
Because of her, he'd had his best boots nipped by a mutt's sharp teeth. Because of her, he'd ordered all flower arrangements changed from red to yellow roses.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“What in Hades were you doing, lady? I almost hit you."
Remington rose to confront him, but before he could say a word, Madeline came up like an infuriated wasp. "What was I doing? What were you doing? You almost hit this dog." Her cheeks and the tip of her nose glowed scarlet with fury. Her eyes sparked with brilliant blue. She had a smudge on one cheek and her hat was askew, but that didn't matter, for all the passion she had revealed in the morning's kiss she put into the defense of a mutt she had never before seen.
Surly with guilt, the youth said, "It was just a flea-ridden stray." Then her loveliness registered. He jerked to attention, back straight, shoulders back. He stared with avid fascination into her face. "I believe we may have met, although I can't quite remember-"
She rampaged on, "Is that the way you were taught? To run over defenseless animals?"
Stepping back, Remington folded his arms. This youth didn't stand a chance.
Her eyes narrowed. "Wait a minute. I recognize you. You're Lord Mauger!"
"Yes, I... I am. Viscount Mauger, humbly at your service." Whipping his hat from his head, the youth bowed, eager to make a belated good impression on the beauty before him. "And you are...?"
She wasn't impressed or interested. "I know your mother, and she would box your ears for this."
Dull red rose in Mauger's cheeks. "You won't tell her."
"Not if you promise to be more careful in the future. I won't be around to rescue the next dog, and I remember what a fine lad you were. You love animals, and you'd feel guilty if you killed one."
"You're... you're right." Mauger's pleading eyes looked much like the dog's. "I just bought the chestnut, and came into town, and I wanted to show him off, but that's no excuse..."
As Mauger dug his toe into the dirt, Remington realized he was observing a master at work. She had taken the young man from fury, to infatuation, to guilt in one smooth journey, and Mauger adored her for it.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“I had a great many adventures on my trip." She glanced back at him, her eyelashes fluttering in womanly enticement. "You'd be astonished to hear them all."
How did she do that? Beckon him with a glance, ensuring that he would trail after her like a lovesick swain? Two days ago she'd scarcely had the courage to look him in the eyes. A few kisses- a few very good kisses- and she was flirting.
She added, "Someday I'll tell you... if you ask nicely." A cascade of climbing roses blossomed on trellises they passed, and she stopped and, with tender fingers, lifted a blossom. She smiled down at the furling petals, then, closing her eyes, she sniffed it deeply. "I love roses, especially yellow roses. They're not cherished like red roses, but they're invariably cheerful. Add them to a bouquet of lavender, and they make a heavenly smell and a beautiful display. Put them in a vase by themselves, and they nod and smile at everyone who passes.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“His duchess rode like a woman born to the saddle, moving gracefully with the horse. Here, on the riding path in Green Park, her smooth mask of serenity slipped, and she became a woman saturated in bliss. It was as if the wind in her face and the great beast beneath her made her forget who she wished to be- and instead made her who she was.
Remington wanted her to look like that for him, too. He wanted her to rise and fall above him, her face absorbed in pleasure, as she took him inside her again and again...”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“Again he reached for her. Again he brought her up against him. But this time he showed her how very much he'd restrained himself before.
Sliding his hand along the base of her neck, he thrust his fingers in her shorn hair and cradled her skull. He put his open mouth on hers, demanding response at once with the thrust of his tongue, and when she didn't open to him, he nipped at her lower lip.
She cried out, an incoherent, startled sound.
He was inside.
Their first kisses had been exploration, a chance for him to taste her, a chance for her to grow used to him.
His tongue thrust rhythmically into the cavity of her mouth. Her lips grew tender under his assault. She hardly knew what to think, what to do... but it didn't matter. He had taken control. The care he'd used the first times he'd kissed her was absent now. This time he sought satisfaction, and he sought it angrily, passionately.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“Again he reached for her. Again he brought her up against him. But this time he showed her how very much he'd restrained himself before.
Sliding his hand along the base of her neck, he thrust his fingers in her shorn hair and cradled her skull. He put his open mouth on hers, demanding response at once with the thrust of his tongue, and when she didn't open to him, he nipped at her lower lip.
She cried our, an incoherent, startled sound.
He was inside.
Their first kisses had been exploration, a chance for him to taste her, a chance for her to grow used to him.
His tongue thrust rhythmically into the cavity of her mouth. Her lips grew tender under his assault. She hardly knew what to think, what to do... but it didn't matter. He had taken control. The care he'd used the first times he'd kissed her was absent now. This time he sought satisfaction, and he sought it angrily, passionately.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“You must think I'm... unchaste."
He didn't laugh at her, or even look amused. "No, I think you're lonely."
"What?" Lonely? "I'm not lonely." She had her duties. She had her relatives. She lived a productive life.
"You kiss like a woman who stands on the outside, always peering in the window of life and wishing she were there, yet never having the guts to demand entrance."
"That's not true." Curse him, it was exactly true.
He paid her no heed. "Those days are over. Whatever you're afraid of, you should be more afraid of me."
He didn't have to insist. She was.
His brows were lowered, his jaw firm, his eyes flinty. "Listen to me. From now on, you're going to be at my side every minute. No matter what happens, no matter how objectionable the events, no matter how unhappy you make yourself, at the end of the day you're going to go home with me. And at night... I'll show you all the wonders of desire. Our nights will be passionate and grand beyond your wildest dreams, and I'll take you to the edge of passion again and again. You'll squirm beneath me and atop of me, you'll touch every inch of my skin, you'll live for my kisses. Until one day you'll wake up and all you can think of is me. Of the pleasure I bring you. Of how it feels when I'm inside you. All the sorrow will fall away, and you'll be mine forever.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“I don't... we can't..."
His white teeth flashed in his tanned face, and he pulled her up against him so that she stood on her toes, so that her balance depended on him. "I can't believe I've managed to wait so long."
What did he mean, so long? They'd met only two days ago.
Then she saw his expression as he lowered his head to hers, and she realized that for this man, two days of restraint were an eternity. The man saw what he wanted and he went after it- and he wanted her.
Her eyes closed as his lips touched hers. Close-mouthed, gentle, seeking.
She tried to pretend this wasn't happening. Madeline didn't want him and wouldn't wed him, yet it wasn't right for Eleanor to kiss her cousin's fiancé.
But the crackle of hay beneath her feet and the scent of the horses gave this moment an unrelenting reality. The buttons on Mr. Knight's jacket dug into her sternum. His arms handled her with an expertise that bespoke familiarity in handling an unwilling woman, and he kissed... like a beast of sensual powers.
His lips were silky soft, skilled in the art of love, giving pleasure with the lightest touch. He barely brushed her lips, yet she found herself lifting her face, seeking his touch like a flower follows the sun.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“Diriday is the perfect mount for me."
In that low, deep, beastly growl, he replied, "It's good to know you'll... ride... as I wish."
She flushed. Her toes curled, and her nipples tightened into firm beads that ached to be touched.
How had he done it? She'd said the most obvious thing, and he'd made it clear he wasn't talking about the horse.
He pried her bare fingers from the rail of the stall and kissed them.
"I find Lady Gertrude is a good chaperon," he said.
Eleanor nodded, stricken dumb by the brief brush of his lips that had sent goose bumps racing up her arms.
He placed her hand on his shoulder. "So good, you and I haven't had a moment alone together."
"We're alone now." Unwise to remind him!
He crooned with satisfaction, "So we are."
"So we should go now." She tried to step away, to obey her instincts and flee.
Mr. Knight maneuvered her so that her back was to the post. "Fortunately, Lady Gertrude doesn't ride, and doesn't see that our being together now is a cause of concern."
"It's not." Eleanor tried to speak firmly, yet she ended on a questioning note.
"Lady Gertrude has no imagination." In the dim light, his eyes watched her relentlessly, like a falcon watches a fleeing morsel. In slow increments, he extended his free hand and wrapped it around her waist. "I find myself wondering about you."
When had the situation turned dangerous? "I'm easily understood."
"You're a mystery, one I find myself compelled to solve. I want to know whether you like to kiss with your mouth closed... or open."
She gasped in shock.
"Where you find most pleasure when a man's mouth, my mouth, roams your body."
She wanted to gasp once more, but the gratification she saw in his face stopped her. Yes, he shocked her. He enjoyed shocking her. But she hated being so craven. She yearned to take him back, and out of the depths of that need, she found the nerve to reply, "You may ask me those questions, and mayhap, if I wish, I'll reply. But don't imagine you yourself can discover the answers."
"Ask. What a novel idea." A small smile played across his velvet lips. "Yes, you could tell me, of course, but I find I like to make discoveries on my own." Pulling her close against his body, he sealed them together.
Discoveries? She could tell him about discoveries. She did like being embraced so tightly that her breasts pressed against his chest; and that, and the amusement in his gaze, were reasons enough to leave- at once.
With a twist, she freed herself and ran.
He sprang after her. Two stalls down, he caught her by the waist. He swung her against the gate and held her hard against him.
She stared into his pale blue eyes and with all her heart wished she had some experience in these matters, for she had never felt so helpless in her life.
"I'm not going to hurt you." His voice was deep and heated. "I'm not going to ravish you. I'm just going to kiss you.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“But perhaps, tonight, Eleanor should do as Madeline would do- and live for the moment. Tonight, she would abandon her fears and behave as any young lady would who danced her first dance at her first ball with the most handsome man in the room.
Catching a glimpse of the dancers in one of the mirrors, she admired one young lady who moved with grace, who dressed with flare and whose hair looked dashing and sophisticated. As Eleanor watched, the lady imitated Eleanor's movements. She wore Eleanor's clothing. And Eleanor realized... the dashing female was herself.
She was the one who danced like a dream. Her haircut had transformed her face. She appeared younger, joyful, strikingly modish. She looked less like Madeline and more like... like Eleanor might have looked if her stepmother had never made her appearance in Eleanor's life.
Eleanor laughed at herself. Foolish to think a simple cut could change her, but spying herself unaware made her realize that looks were deceiving. No matter how frightened she felt inside, no one could see past the fashionable facade.
No one except Mr. Knight. He took her hand for the promenade and looked into her eyes. He had a way of dancing that was almost like... making love. With him, she felt like the finest dancer in the world. They moved together, and when the music ended, she couldn't restrain her smile.
She was happy. Tonight, for this moment, she was happy.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“When we're married, we'll make a place for your cousin in the household. Never fear, dear duchess. I will love her as you do."
Eleanor flushed. Mr. Knight had a way of saying the right thing and lighting a glow in her heart. He would hate her when he found out the truth. But she wouldn't let that dismal prospect ruin tonight. Tonight he belonged to her. As she moved with him, he filled her vision, soaked into her pores. Occasionally she would catch a whiff of his essence, like bracing cold air, spicy cinnamon bark... clean white sheets.
While around him, she must not think of things like pleasure and beds. It might lead to... pleasure and beds.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“I'm Lady Codell-Fitch, and like so many of us, I wish to offer congratulations on your betrothal."
"Yes, congratulations." "Congratulations!" "Amazing betrothal!"
The felicitations were insincere and accompanied by many an ogling stare, but Eleanor pretended, as Madeline would, to be pleased. Taking Mr. Knight's arm, she pressed it. "He is quite handsome." She found herself daring to defy them all with an up-tilted chin. "I wish you all could be so lucky."
The lushly garbed and overly perfumed people were obviously taken aback. They must have expected her to align herself with them, the English nobility, and with a wink and a sigh show how very much she hated this match. But she didn't even have to wonder how Madeline would react to this situation, for in this instance the two cousins thought as one. Neither of them would allow Mr. Knight to suffer the slights of society. They might not wish for this marriage, but the de Lacy pride wouldn't allow them to let anyone else know.
Close by her ear, Mr. Knight said quietly, "A pretty pretense, yet lest you imagine I'm impressed, let me assure you I remember this morning when you tried to escape. Tonight you defied me in the matter of your hair and your clothing, and lied to me to get your way. I take your words with a grain of salt." He chuckled deeply.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“The consequence of the duchess of Magnus is so great, even arriving at a ball on your arm, Mr. Knight, cannot damage it." She smiled as she made the claim, as if she were amused by her own temerity. Under the influence of that merriment, her skin glowed, her eyes lit up, and her delightful dimples quivered in her cheeks.
With a start, he thought, She's charming. He had expected to be challenged by this woman, not captivated. She surprised him, and surprise made him vaguely uneasy. Yet she was only a woman, and a woman whose father cared so little for her that he was willing to gamble her life away. Remington needed to remember that. He had the matter well in hand.
Touching his white gloved finger under her chin, he lifted her face to his. "You smile too seldom. I wonder why.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“In a deep voice, he called her name. "Madeline." Still she ignored him. Taking her hand, he lifted it to his lips and, at the last minute, he turned it and kissed her wrist.
That got her attention. She looked at him, her eyes as wide and startled as those of a doe who had never seen a human before.
All around them, the tittle-tattle of gossip grew louder.
"Mr. Knight!" Lady Gertrude used her most disapproving tone. She didn't care whether she was overheard. "You will not do such a thing again. That is quite improper."
"Until we are wed," he answered. He didn't care, either.
"Ever," Lady Gertrude said with crushing certainty. Then she amended, "In public."
Madeline said nothing but ducked her head and blushed, and he would have sworn he saw the glitter of tears on her lashes.
For a moment, just a moment, he felt guilty. Damn her. Most women of his experience used weeping like a weapon, to get their own way. His duchess seemed embarrassed by her tears and wanted no one to see. Not him. Not anyone else in the crowd.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“Look, Madeline," Lady Gertrude said, "everyone's gaping at you!"
"I know." The future duchess stared straight ahead, her shoulders stiff, her back straight.
Never had Remington seen a woman less comfortable with her own distinction. Never had he enjoyed the success of his own plan quite so much. The ton adored only one thing more than a romance, and that was a scandal. He had- and would- give them both. "Maybe it's because of your hair," he murmured.
Madeline shot him a glare.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“You did this on purpose."
For the first time, he saw the flash of anger in her blue eyes. "Of course. Did you really think I would meekly wear the clothing you had procured for me, as if I were some light-o'-love you rented for the month?"
Lady Gertrude gasped and covered her mouth. Gradually, her shocked expression changed, and her eyes began to twinkle.
Then the truth was borne in on him.
He had lost.
It was a small battle, unimportant among his schemes, but he lost so seldom he could scarcely comprehend it.
He had lost. Lost to this quiet, diffident, stubborn duchess.
Very well. He would remember, and in the future, he would fine-tune his tactics and never underestimate her again. "I would never make the mistake of thinking you a light-o'-love, Your Grace. I would more likely think you a chess master."
She inclined her head, accepting his tribute as a matter of course.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“Staring into his cold, pale eyes, she felt the chill of the future.
Slowly, as if irresistibly drawn, he slid his fingers into her hair, loosening the already drooping chignon at the base of her neck. Leaning his face toward her, he spoke, his voice gravelly with desire. "I love your hair. It's as thick and rich as sable. I'll see this spread over my pillow before a fortnight has passed. I'll bury my face in it and drink in the scent. I'll use it to hold you in place while you thrash beneath me and moan with pleasure."
She was shocked by every word. By every threat and every promise. But more than that, she watched his soft, tempting lips move with his words, and she wanted those lips on hers.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You