She’d created a pair of flowing silky blue pants and a loose, matching scoop-necked shirt. Jaeson sat on the deep blue couch looking utterly relaxed but brooding. Hunger burned in his eyes. She wanted to go over there, slide onto his lap and kiss him, but the scent of the food reminded her she was hungry. Glancing over toward the hearth, she saw Samiel setting a table. He looked over his shoulder and smiled. “You’re just in time,” Samiel said. “Come and sit down.” She started over to the table more than ready to eat. It had been a long day. As she drew even with the couch, Jaeson stood. Hooking an arm around her waist, he drew her close. “I’ve been waiting for you. I heard your scream as you came for Samiel. I want to hear it again as I drive into you.” Jaeson’s breath puffed over her ear. The feel of that warm breath sent tingles through her, but his words caused desire to curl and throb low in her abdomen. His hand slid down and cupped her butt, pulling her close.
