Wicked in His Arms (Wedded by Scandal, #2)

by Stacy Reid

His wife had needed him, and he had not probed deeply enough. He appreciated then, the control she had on her tempers. Because she had not been wailing and swooning as how females of his acquaintance had behaved before, he’d assumed whatever had upset her had been trifle. Damnation.

“What I feel for you is beyond affection. At the crest of each dawn I think of being inside of you. I write and you crowd my thoughts. I sleep and you are the last person I think of, and damn me if when I wake, you are not the first person I fucking look for. I think that borders on obsession wife, not mere affection.”

Livvie almost fainted when her husband grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder and calmly walked through the throng, as if such a spectacle was an everyday occurrence.

“You ensnared me from the moment I met you…intrigued me, inspired me, and I cannot bear life without you, Lady O. I have no future without you. I love you most ardently.”