Page 11 of Saving Her Curves

“Damn, I want you, Skye,” he growled, moving his mouth to cover hers. Their tongues tangled as they tasted and teased. His hands were never still, racing down her neck, over her breasts and the curve of her hip. Finally, he moved, slipping one knee between her legs and easing them apart.

When she thought he would take her, he didn’t. Instead, he went back to mapping her body with his hands, bending his head to ravish her breasts again. This time, his fingers joined in her undoing, rubbing and plucking, then pinching the super-sensitive nipples. It was as if he wanted her to fly out of her body. She pressed her fingers into his shoulders in pleasure, her grip so hard she was afraid she would hurt him.

“Hank, Hank,” she panted with pleasure.

“Almost, baby. Almost. I need you to—,” he grunted as he placed a finger inside her, then another.

She knew what he was doing, but there was no need. She was more than ready for him.

“Hank,” she growled, “now, Hank.”

He followed her breathless demand, entering her in one smooth stroke, taking his time to seat himself fully.

She gasped as he filled her, surprised and delighted at the sensation. His languid thrusts filled her, branding her. Taking her to a height she’d never before experienced. She’d had sex before, enjoyable enough, but never with anything remotely like the sensations Hank was creating inside of her. Her muscles clenched around him on an outward thrust as if unwilling to ever let him go.

“Skye,” he growled, the motion raising his hunger another notch. One large hand gripped her hip, holding her still as he went wild, driving into her willing body as if he’d never get enough of her. She clutched his shoulders and held on. He felt wonderful inside of her. Amazing tremors blossomed as he continued to pound into her, harder now, the tremors spreading to her sensitive nub and up her belly to her breasts, neck and face. She shook apart around him as she found her release yet again.

The tightening of her body triggered Hank’s release and suddenly he was pushing into her amazing heat one last time, emptying himself inside of her.

How long they lay there, tangled in each other’s arms, Sky had no idea. The last thing she was aware of was him moving. She vaguely registered the bathroom light going on before he was returning, gathering her in his arms once again. She fell asleep snuggled into his hard chest with the warmth of his body heating hers.

CHAPTER FOUR

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By the next morning the snow had stopped, but the temperature was still below freezing. That meant there would be no one out scraping the roads as they would just freeze back over.

“This looks bad,” Skye murmured. She was standing by the windows in the living room. Hank’s cabin had a surprisingly large back yard before the land turned into forest. From inside, she wasn’t able to see the mountains that surrounded them, but she knew they were there.

Hank came up behind her and she struggled not to react to the warmth of his body. This whole experience was new to her. The morning after. Her few encounters had ended abruptly. A short goodbye with a promise to call. Even during her brief relationship, they’d rarely spent the night with each other.

“Hey, now, it’s going to be okay.” Seeing the frown on her face, he turned her in his arms, gathering her close.

Skye let herself sink into his warmth, his strength. “I know. It’s just a new experience for me, that’s all.” She wondered if he would pick up on her double entendre. She was referring to the situation, not the snow outside. Most men wouldn’t, but then Hank wasn’t most men. There was just something about him. She knew she was assuming a lot about his character simply from the fact that he had been in the military and that he was now in search and rescue. It was odd really, the vibes she was getting from him. Most men did those two things because they were power hungry and liked the notoriety the position brought them.

She got the feeling he was more of an adrenaline junkie. Seeking the danger for himself, not the power of the position. She was assuming his ego didn’t need to be fed from the adulation of others.

Linking her arms around his neck, she stood on tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his mouth. She hoped she wasn’t wrong about him.

Hank immediately returned Skye’s kiss even though he sensed something besides worry about the snow was bothering her.

But with her curvy, half-naked, and hotter-than-hell body pressed against the rigid length of his erection, all thoughts but getting her beneath him once again, fled. He cupped her bottom in his hands, encountering her naked flesh. The feel of the smooth skin beneath his palms had him groaning and pressing her to him even harder. He widened his stance so that they fit perfectly together. Only the soft fabric of his sweats prevented their skin from touching. Prevented him from entering her. Prevented him from lifting her into his arms, and pressing her back against the logs of his cabin wall and taking her.

That and the fact that she had to be sore from their lovemaking last night.

That didn’t however, prevent him from taking his fill of her mouth.

God, she tasted so damn sweet.

Unable to prevent himself, he lifted her, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist. They both groaned as their lower bodies met so intimately.

He was the first to break away, throwing his head back. He wanted to howl like the wolves he heard roaming his property at night. The soft nibbles of her teeth against his neck did nothing to help him gather his control. “We can’t, honey,” he growled.

“What?” Skye was lost in the sensations he had aroused. She wanted him to carry her to the nearest surface and take her. All of a sudden, she’d lost her inhibitions. This from the woman who, only last night, hadn’t wanted to do it with the lights on. Now, this morning, she really didn’t care how he took her. As long as he did.

Hank reluctantly let her legs slide back down to the floor. “We can’t.”

“We can’t?” She knew she sounded like a parrot, but she really didn’t understand. She was eager—more than ready—and from the feel of his body against hers, he wanted it just as much.

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