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“Oh, Aurelia.” He stared her in the eye. Her name on his deep voice did not need to sound so mellifluous! “Hughes said you usually take care of the orchard and the vegetable garden. I thought to come and do it while you have other duties in the way.”
“I don’t understand why you’re doing this!” Her brows creased, her voice hard.
“To help you, as I said.” He answered as if it was the most obvious thing on the universe.
“I don’t want your help!” She shot. He would not keep it up with this; certain of it as the sun above. “I’ve been coping for two years!” Much to her satisfaction, truth be said.
They faced each other, his stance becoming combative. “I am back and you cannot ignore it.” His voice even, locked up with temper.
“I wish you did not come back!” She vented her frustration. “I wish I was…” She interrupted herself before saying too much.
“What?” He strode to her. “A widow?”
She looked him directly in the eye, lifting her chin defiant. “Yes!”
Not that she wished anybody’s death. On an abstract way, she had imagined herself not having married him, or that might he remove himself from her life somehow. These last two years were paradise, she saw at present.
Having your wife admit bluntly such a thing did not figure as the most pleasant declaration in your life, did it?
“Well, you are very married, Lady Strafford!”
Today she dressed a high-necked greyish dress he remembered from when they got married. The dress delineated her delectable bosom too precisely and gave a realistic view of her hips, since she wore no pannier for work. Her tightly tied hair shone reddish in the slow spring sun and her rosewood eyes spit fire. A vision of that she-wolf under him exploding with pleasure darted in his mind. He tried to shake it off, but the effects in his groin manifested themselves.
“A fact you won’t let me forget!” She threw, her back straight, her fists flying to her narrow waist.
Without noticing, he neared her. She held her ground although an apple tree stood right behind her.
“True, because I need an heir, remember?” His dark eyes strolled her up and down, not bothering to disguise his desire. The making of said heir sounded more interesting by the minute.
A gulp of breath passed her elegant lips as she backed away from him, bumping on the tree trunk. She glimpsed back to see what stood in her way, returning her gaze up to him; she held the trunk as if she wanted to fly on it.
“Want to pass on the scoundrel line, do you now?” She lifted her chin higher.
Sassy even cornered. This wife of his became really appetising! He drew a half-smile, gazing down at her.
“And your defiance.” He murmured as his strong body glued to hers.
Her eyes widened, and she tried to meld with the tree. Her pupils dilated, her lips separated, her body sagged surreptitiously. She might be vexed by his presence, but her body wanted him.
“I cannot forget our night together.” His voice acquired a grave tone, denounc
ing his need of her. “The kiss we shared was the most arousing I have ever had.”
Her body stopped melding with the tree trunk to arch ever so unperceptively towards his.
“Don’t you have…” She stopped abruptly when his tongue caressed her soft lower lip.
“Kiss me again like that.” He muttered just before ravishing her mouth with his.
Aurelia whimpered shamefully the moment his sinful tongue touched hers. Her body sagged completely against the tree, moulding to the pressing one of his. He demanded total surrender while she fought it disastrously. Her nails scratched the tree trunk, but when his tongue swirled around hers, she lost the battle. In a desperate move, her arms flew to his neck, her fingers plunging in his smooth midnight hair. A spicy scent emanated from his tanned skin, luring her.
He moaned goading her to open more for him. The kiss turned more and more daring. She pulled him closer to her, their bodies touching completely, his hardness enticing her. In no time, they were devouring each other with a hunger secreted for one week of frustrated desire.
One of his arms laced her tightly and his other hand held her face in a subtle caress. He lifted his head from her, allowing her breathing. Their eyes met hazy, staring each other for a few moments before he renewed his plundering on her mouth. Their lips met again hotter, hungrier, fiercer. She gave all he demanded and more.
Two meteors clashed. This must be the only explanation, Conrad thought. Only fire could come from it. She ignited him like no other woman ever had. He felt explicitly incapable of going slow with her. Impulses of taking her there, against a tree trunk, with her scent of verbena and woman mixing with the foliage taunted him. This passionate she-wolf was his very wife. How stupid of him to never have glimpsed it.
His hand slid down to her soft full breast, palming it as if he had found heaven. She wore no stays, bloody hell! He would be lost in five seconds! She groaned as is thumb sauntered her erect nipple. He went so hard it hurt. Their kiss became more profound if that was possible.
