" You are modest,” he said, propping an elbow along the top of the wooden screen. “I would not have anticipated that in such a practical woman. I like it.”
Ellie tossed her dress at him. “You are naked. I like that.”
“A duke is always appropriately attired for the occasion.”
“You are awful.” Awfully dear, drat him.
“Come to bed, Eleanora, and I’ll improve your opinion of me.”
And there was the problem no amount of tallying or rounding could solve. Ellie not only desired Elsmore, she respected him and liked him....
As she settled onto the warmed mattress, and Elsmore drew the covers up over her, she admitted a quiet, devastating truth: This was how it should be between a woman and the man with whom she chose to share intimacies—comfortable, pleasurable, and so very special. "

― Grace Burrowes , Forever and a Duke (Rogues to Riches, #3)