Page 104 of My Kind of Scoundel
“That she wants his attention.” Eleanor hugged herself and laughed. “If she didn’t care, she would ignore him. She would refuse his assistance, refuse to enter this house.”
No man wanted to dash his bride’s hopes on their wedding day, but they’d vowed to be honest. “Aaron will do everything in his power to push her away. She’s not strong enough to withstand his harsh temperament.”
He could not imagine Aaron holding a woman tenderly, kissing her, and making love to her like she was life’s most precious gift. All was lost. Unless Daventry had something special in his box of tricks.
“Never underestimate a woman on a mission,” his wife reminded him. “Admit I caught you off guard when I stormed into your theatre box.”
He smiled at the cherished memory. “You knocked me sideways. Kissing you was a means of bolstering my defences, though it left me wanting. I left the theatre determined to have you.”
She straightened and braced her hands on her hips. “You sound rather sure of yourself. Perhaps my desire came from desperation.”
He laughed, capturing her chin. “I’m the King of Hearts. No other man could make you ache like I do. No other man knows the secret door to your heart. I’m a scoundrel who’s in love with one woman. A scoundrel who’ll love you until your dying day.”
She smiled as she kissed him, giving everything of herself. “You’re my kind of scoundrel.” She ran her hands over his chest. “What say we leave our guests waiting and put those questionable morals to the test?”
