Page 9 of Saving Her Curves

“What time is it?”

“Just a little after nine.”

“Oh,” she fought a yawn, “I thought it was much later.”

Hank nodded. “Probably because it gets dark so early. Especially with the storm.” He gestured across the room. “Do you want to watch television? We’re lucky the electricity hasn’t gone off.”

“Does it go off often?” There was a small worry line between her brows and he wanted to soothe it away. With his tongue.

“No, since most of the lines are buried, we don’t have many outages. But I’ve got a generator just in case.”

Skye nodded, attempting to chase away the last vestiges of her short nap. “That’s good. Do you think I need one?” They had already discussed where she lived. It was a little further down the mountain, but still quite a distance from town.

“It’s not a bad idea. Doesn’t your landlord have one already installed?”

“Not that I know of. If he does, he didn’t tell me about it.”

“When the storm is over, I’ll be happy to check for you.”

“Thank you.”

“So, are you ready for bed?” He repeated his earlier question.

Not to sleep…

“I guess,” she said. She could feel a faint blush covering her cheeks. The mention of bed immediately had her thoughts turning to spending long, cold winter nights with him. In his bed. Under the covers. Doing deliciously wicked things to each other while the snow fell, cocooning them in their own little world.

Hank held out his hand to help Skye from the couch and immediately knew he’d made a major mistake. He’d touched her. He felt a streak of electricity run up his arm, then down through his chest and straight to his groin. It took every ounce of will-power he possessed to keep from pulling her into his arms and kissing her as senseless as he felt. They stared at each other for several long seconds.

“My, um, the bedroom is just down the hall.”

“Okay.” She continued to stand there, their hands still tangled together. “Is there just the one bedroom?”

“Yeah. Someday I’ll build on a few more. If I need them.”

“That’s good.” Her small nose twitched. “But if there’s only one, where were you planning to sleep?” With her? Oh, how she hoped it was with her.

“The couch.”

She looked down at the spot she’d just left. “That doesn’t seem big enough for you.”

“I’ve done it before.”

“But I don’t feel right, making you give up your bed.” She licked her lips and Hank couldn’t help but follow the movement. She left them wet...and so kissable.

“We can share the bed, you know. I trust you.”

I believe in you. I trust you.

No one other than his mom had ever said such things to him.

Hank grunted. “Yeah, but I don’t know if I trust myself.”

She stared up at him, her big brown eyes shining with…heaven’s above…was that desire?

No sooner had the question rolled through his mind than he was reaching for her, drawing her to him and kissing her. At first, he teased with featherlight kisses, nibbling, testing her willingness. When he traced her lips, all thought of stopping ceased as her tongue darted out, tangling with his as he deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth.

As Hank kissed her, flutters in Skye’s stomach went absolutely wild. She’d never expected this when she woke up this morning, but then, who was she to argue with the hands of fate? The events of the day had led her to this moment and she was not about to turn her back on it. There were so many sensations flooding her mind, she wasn’t certain which she should concentrate on. There was his delicious scent, hints of wood, cologne and the freshness of the outdoors. She didn’t think she’d ever smelled anything quite so sensuous, so sexy.

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