Page 20 of Saving Her Curves

Hank shrugged one shoulder. “I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I want, honey.”

“Suppose I don’t feel the same way then?” Skye tilted her chin, daring—hoping he was being straight with her.

Hank took the second step that brought him into her space, feeling buoyed when her gaze fastened on his. “I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel something drawing us together.”

Before she could protest, he lowered his mouth to hers and she felt every ounce of her resistance drain away. He caught her to his wide chest, then ran his hands from her back down to cup her bottom in his large hands. Lifting her to him, he let her feel his strong arousal at the same time he parted her lips with a thrust of his tongue. As he stroked, tasted and explored her, Skye had to cling to his strong biceps for support.

Hank drew back just enough to take a breath. “I wanted you the moment I saw you in that car, halfway buried in the snow.”

Skye still held onto him since her legs were too weak to stand on her own. He certainly had kissed her as though he liked seeing her again. “Even with blood running down my face?”

“Don’t even remind me,” he murmured, immediately replaying that day in his mind. “That scared the shit out of me, not knowing if you were badly hurt.”

“It did?” Skye asked coyly, loving the way Hank was holding her. “But you rescue people every day.”

Hank pulled her closer, letting her feel just how much he’d missed her. “They’re not you, honey. I’ve never had that kind of physical reaction to someone before. It’s always been just a job before.”

Skye’s expression turned serious. “It was the white deer.”

“What?” Hank remembered what she’d said about the animal that ran her off the road.

“The legend of the white deer,” Skye nodded, suddenly feeling as though her mother had directed her to Hank. “Among our people, seeing the white deer means that a great change is going to happen.”

Hank’s brow furrowed. “But I didn’t see it.”

“No,” Skye agreed with a smile, “but I did. And you were exactly the great change I needed in my life.”

“I loved you the first moment I opened that door and saw you. I knew that, somehow, I had to make you mine, Skye.”

She lifted her arms, wrapping them around his neck. “And I love you, Hank Thomas. Even though we’ve only known one another for such a short time, I feel like I always have.”

He lowered his head, pressing a quick hard kiss to her lips. “Just as long as you always will.”

A few months later…

Hank couldn’t understand why he was so nervous. He was an adrenaline junkie. He did dangerous things any time the opportunity presented itself. He’d gone into battle during his stint in the military. He rescued strangers from precarious situations nearly every damn day of life.

So why did one curvy woman—as sexy as she was—cause his breath to grow shallow and his knees weak? Why? Because she held the power to destroy him, cut him off at the knees, or give him the greatest gift he’d ever sought—the gift of herself. Her love

He smoothed his fingers over the wooden box in his hand. He’d carved it himself.

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“Hi, honey, I’m home.” Hank opened the door to his cabin, frowning a little when he realized it had been unlocked. He’d cautioned her on being safe when she was here. His cabin was more secluded than hers. And soon, she would be here full time.

“Hank? Is that you?”

“Who the hell else do you think it would be?” His anger rose a little as he stalked into the kitchen. The guys had taken to teasing him about making their relationship official. The thought of any one of them making a move on Skye sent his blood boiling. She was his. And his alone.

“No one,” she said as she turned. She smiled when she saw the grumpy expression on his face. “Just a figure of speech.”

“Figure of speech, my ass,” he groused. “And what have I told you about locking that door?”

Skye’s smile turned into full blown laughter. “What put you in this mood, my love?”

She laid down the spoon she’d been using, walking over to him and placing her arms around his neck. “Did you miss me today?”

“Yes,” he muttered, his arms going around her waist and pulling her close. “I always miss you.”

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