Her brother and Hank's mate, Dren, was also senetted again and due to deliver within three moon cycles, their two other children had remained home in Kantrer with a sitter.
But it was when she'd met Jarr's burning gaze that her heart melted in her chest. Stars, I love him! She wanted him to grab her and bring her directly upstairs so they could make love. And from the look in his eyes, he wanted to comply with her wishes.
The meal had been all very cordial, and by the end of it, Aimee was ready to scream her frustration. The men left the women to discuss manly things in the other room, she supposed.
Now, she knew Jarr would come to her. She felt it in her heart. When she heard the sound of the door opening, Aimee almost tripped.
Oh, Jardem! How beautiful he looks! How incredibly handsome! His big body filled her doorway, his stance tight, as if he was restraining himself from attacking her.
His gaze devoured her when he saw she stood dressed in the Velorn clothing she'd kept with her when she left.
Both of them stood motionless. But when Jarr glanced down to where her breasts peeked out of the edges of her vest, Aimee came to a decision.
She whipped it off, revealing her breasts to him.
He choked in response.
Aimee smiled at him. “Shall you greet me, Master, or shall I greet you?"
JarrRon laughed with relief, rushed to her, grabbed her and kissed her senseless. After he had her moaning, suckling her breasts to his heart's desire, Jarr lifted his head, gazing into her eyes. “Welcome home, Mistress. Yours, if that is your desire."
"Jarr,” Aimee whispered as she held his beloved face in between her hands. “Are you telling me you want me to stay, forever?"
Jarr nodded. “More than anything on this planet or any other."
"Oh, Jarr!” she exclaimed, then raining fervent kisses on his face. “Yes ... yes!"
They went back to kissing, while Jarr carried her over to her bed. In their excitement, they simply tore off the rest of their clothing when they'd fallen onto her bed with a crash. Both naked, JarrRon rammed his cock into her pussy, making love to her as if he was in desperate need of release. And feeling the same, Aimee gave as good as she got, until they came together in an explosive release.
When it was over, they lay spent in each other's arms, softly caressing and kissing. “I've asked your brother for you."
Aimee looked up in surprise. “Asked him for me?"
"To be my mate."
His last word was drowned by the sound of her excited squeal, as, with lightning speed, she moved up to smother him in kisses.
Jarr laughed at her antics, pushing her away slightly, so he could gaze at her. “So I guess that's a yes?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Oh, Jarr! I love you!"
"And I adore you,” he said in all seriousness. “I had to bring you back to me. I was miserable."
"Ohhh, poor baby,” she said, then kissed his chest, while she gazed up at his face.
"It's not amusing. Not only was I miserable, but everyone else was too. The last time I came back from several days with the legion, Kyrna came to me demanding that I greet her, but I had no desire, none. Not since you left me. She guessed the cause of my action and demanded I bring you home. I didn't need one willful servant to make me realize I wanted you home with us. But it did make me think that if we were miserable without you, maybe you felt the same without us, too."
"Oh, Jarr, I was! I was devastated without you, Kyrna, and the others. I want to stay. This is my home, barbarian country that it is.” She kissed his chin, climbing on him, so she could lean over to kiss him more fully.
"Shall we begin our ‘greetings’ again, my love?” Jarr teased her.
"Oh, Jarr, yes, please!” And that they did.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cheri has been reading romance since she was a young girl. In her twenties, she graduated from the sweet romances of her youth to the steamier romances of adulthood. From then on, she realized the spicier the romance the better she liked it. So it's no surprise that she likes to write as spicy as she likes to read.
Cheri is Cajun, born in the very heart of Cajun country down in Southwest Louisiana. Married to a military man for twenty-two years, she's lived many places, but presently resides in Maryland.
Cheri's debut novel, Sweet Summer Rain, was published by Whiskey Creek Press/Torrid in March 2006. For more info on Cheri and her upcoming releases visit: www.cherivalmont.com
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