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you?”
    “The best of the best.” She settled more firmly on his
shaft. A smile twitching the corners of her mouth, she said, “Not normally with
a saddle horn stuck up me, although…”
    His chuckle made her cunt clench around his shaft. “One
day—no, one moonlit night—I’ll take you bare riding.”
    “We…we’ll be naked?”
    “Yes. The horse too.”
    He could see her mind absorb the single horse without saddle
or bridle. The image of them riding together. Her body quivered until he could
almost hear her thoughts. Would he cup her breasts, toy with her nipples as he
was now? Would they face each other or would he mount her from behind?
    She rose, slowly lowered her body until the hairs around his
shaft mingled with those surrounding her cunt. She did it again and again,
posting from a gentle canter to a fast-paced trot.
    Her breasts bounced, making her laugh and turning her eyes
blue-green with swirling shards of gray and black.
    “Suck me, Aren.”
    He sucked her nipples, plucked and thumbed her clit. She
galloped, wailing his name until they both exploded.
     
    He held her as if he would never let her go. The thought made
her sick with fear. She had to get home. Had to! If she didn’t, who would lead
her mother’s warriors? Who would keep her homeworld safe should the invaders
mass to take Amazonia once and for all?
    As if he felt her need to escape, he tightened his arms and
smoothed his hand down her tense back. She could hear his heartbeat, its pace
slow and steady, a powerful thumping against her ear. An oddly comforting sound
that made her relax. She couldn’t run tonight, even if she could escape his
arms. She would sleep now, plan tomorrow when her mind was clear and his body
no longer warmed her. When she no longer wished she could stay in his arms, in
his bed, in his life forever.
    If only…

Chapter Three
     
    Aren awoke with a human blanket draped over him and the
scent of sex in the air. Slitting his eyes, he caught a glimpse of red-gold
hair across his chest. Flame. His woman, no matter how hard she might fight to
deny it.
    Odd that his certainty about her lingered. He’d known Storr
wouldn’t shackle him to an ugly bride but this… Kel was beyond his dreams—if
he’d had any—of what a wife should be. His own parents had had a rather boring
marriage. At least on the surface. Placid, without overt issues. But he could
imagine arguing with Kel. Making up. Making love over and over until they
couldn’t move.
    As if she sensed his thoughts or felt his heartbeat change,
she stretched and sat up, sweeping her tangled hair off her face. When she
looked at him, her shy smile slid away and her eyes—hazel this early in the
morning—looked confused and hurt.
    Fingering a thick lock trailing over her breast, he smiled.
“I never did brush your hair. Now there is barely time to bathe and dress. I’ll
send Drew to help you.” Standing, he held out his hand.
    As she crawled toward him, she winced.
    “A bath will ease the pain between your legs.”
    Looking relieved, she took his hand. “My legs are shaking
so, I wonder if I can even stand.”
    “You can. Walking, however, may hurt a little.”
    “It seems mating uses muscles I didn’t know I have. I
thought I was in better shape.” Grimacing, she straightened, extending one leg
to stand.
    “I’ve heard most Amazonian women train as warriors.” Picking
her up, he carried her into the separate bathing room. He had plans for their
bedding he didn’t want her to know just yet.
    “You have heard many things about my people. I have heard
nothing about yours.” Releasing his hand, she ordered the tub filled and
sighed, her smile wide. “When you send me home, I would like to take a supply
of caill-scented goods with me.”
    “Drew,” he called, grateful the girl appeared quickly. He
needed time to capture Kel’s heart before telling her she would never return to
Amazonia. Ondrican avoided war by keeping mostly to itself. Except to