Her Enemy At the Altar by Virginia Heath

Author:Virginia Heath
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises, Australia Pty Ltd
Published: 2016-10-14T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Aaron’s eyes drifted open slowly. Only then did he realise that something was amiss. For once, apparently, he had woken up naturally. It was broad daylight and he was completely rested. He was not sweating or breathing heavily or shouting in a blind panic. Instead his thoughts were completely dominated by much more pleasing thoughts, like long legs, round bottoms and magnificent red hair. He was curled up on his side, completely content.

He had forgotten how good it felt to wake like this. He felt invigorated, energised and, to his utter surprise, completely aroused. He must have been dreaming about his new wife again, he thought with a sigh. She had begun to crop up in them quite a bit in the last few days. Usually, in those welcome dreams, they were back in that library and she was kissing him—except in those dreams they were not interrupted by an audience so he was able to properly ruin her. That must be the reason why his first waking thoughts had strayed to her. So far this week he had already dreamed about ruining her in every room in Ardleigh Manor, once in the stables and, most spectacularly, out in the open where his mind had conjured up a truly wonderful image of Connie, that tight green riding habit rucked up around her waist and his body buried deep inside her.

He allowed himself the rare luxury of enjoying the whole miraculous experience of this glorious morning by plumping his pillow, closing his eyes and burrowing further under the blankets. They smelled deliciously of summer roses. The heavy, cabbage type of roses that draw all of the bees and can barely hold the weight of their fragrant red petals on their delicate stalks. Aaron loved that smell. It reminded him of Connie. She always smelled of roses, too.

At that thought, Aaron cracked open one eye. Was his mind able to conjure up smells now, too? The scent was too vivid to be merely a memory, no matter how erotic the dream might have been. To make sure he buried his nose in his pillow and took a healthy sniff. His bed definitely smelled of Connie. It was then that he saw the solitary strand of long copper hair lying on the empty pillow next to him. He raised himself up on to his elbow and stared at it. There was definitely a head-shaped indent in that pillow, too, as if she had been there.

Aaron tried to sort through his hazy memories of his dream. She had definitely been in it. In his imagination he could still here her voice. Everything is all right, Aaron. You were just having a bad dream. Except he now had the distinct feeling that he had not imagined it. She had been there. That was why he could smell her perfume in his bed and on his skin. He had not imagined the feel of her spooned against him in the night. He had slept with her in his arms and she had chased his nightmares away.

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