Kaimi scooted inside, dropped her backpack on the floor, and then leapt into Jayme’s arms. “Hi, honey. I’m ho-o-o-ome.” He held her close, and a pulse beat so strong in his throat he couldn’t grab a breath. Damn, there was nothing like the high he got from crushing her warmth against his body. His mouth found hers with a series of fast, potent kisses that had heat flooding his groin. Down, boy. Somebody’s watching. Kaimi’s sigh whispered through his sensual fog. She was safe. He set her away to look into those deep blue eyes, to run his fingers over the flush highlighting her cheeks, to fall in love all over again with every one of those damn freckles. “Ahem.” The nondescript man cleared his throat with pronounced impatience. “We need to get to work, so please take a seat.” KAIMI’S BREATH CAME IN SHALLOW pants. Jayme was here. Alive. He was so responsive to her touch, so full of energy and life. She soaked him in, her mate, the man who accepted her and all her quirks.
