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She would miss not just Aaron, but also her new life. Juliette, the Dowager Duchess, and her kitten. All of it would be gone in the blink of an eye.
“At least she knows how to curtsy, I’ll give her that,” she muttered, looking away from his intense stare.
CHAPTER 23
Aaron searched Theresa’s face like he was looking for the answer to a pressing question. He loved looking into her green eyes, to see the merriment and joy that had so lightened his own outlook on life. To deprive him of her eyes was to deprive him of the very thing he wanted most.
Her.
Was it possible that despite his feelings for her, she felt nothing at all?
No,there is no way that she does not feel an ounce of what I feel for her.
Aaron could not stop himself from going to her, even though she continued to push him away. By the time she lifted her gaze to his, he had already scooped her up into his arms and was halfway across the room.
He set her on the settee in the corner of the library and sat beside her. She was stiff beside him, but he knew how to show her the truth.
The best thing he could do now was show her how badly he wantedher, not Isabella.
He grabbed her chin roughly and tilted it up so that she had no option but to offer her lips. He kissed her forcefully, his lips hungry against hers. She yelped when his teeth sank lightly into her bottom lip.
He licked the seam of her lips, and she opened for him.
“This joke stops here,” he muttered against her lips.
“No, husband. There is no joke in this library,” Theresa said, drawing back.
But Aaron cupped the back of her head in his hand and pulled her back to him. Theresa did not resist his touch, but leaned into his kiss, as if she could not believe her good fortune.
Surely, this meant she realized his affection for her now.
She kissed him back with fervor, her lips pressed firmly against his own. She lifted her hands to his face and pulled him into her, a more intimate gesture that belied her own passion for him. Her fingers tangled in his short hair, making it difficult for him to extricate himself.
Not that he wanted to pull back from her. Not unless he were to kiss her elsewhere.
It was the most passionate kiss they had shared yet, and it only made him hungry for more.
“You are as much mine as I am yours,” he said, pulling back to look her in the eyes. “Tell me you can feel that in this kiss.”
Theresa did not respond with words. Instead, she closed her eyes and took his lips in another searing kiss.
Aaron thought back to the first time he had seen her. Never in a million years would he have guessed that the little nun in the woods who saw the beast in the lake would be here, kissing him passionately in someone else’s home.
This had to be a sign that she cared for him as much as he cared for her. This kiss had to be her way of conveying her feelings.
Desire crashed over him in waves, sending a surge to his cock that he had never felt before. They had been intimate, certainly. But he had always been able to restrain himself. To content himself with givingherpleasure rather than taking for himself.
Tonight, he felt the hardness of his manhood and knew he would not be able to resist. From the moment his lips crashed onto hers, it was the only obvious conclusion.
The cruel joke about his affection for Isabella aside, he found being locked in this library together with his wife titillating.
“There is no one else who can make me feel like this,” he murmured.
Not convinced that she understood what he meant, he took her hands in his own and placed them on the bulge in his trousers.
“I am yours,” he said.
Color rose in her cheeks. Theresa had never touched him like that before, never been with a man. He wondered if she knew what it meant that he was hard for her, that she had caused this.
