Page 15 of Saving Her Curves

“No, thank you,” she said, smiling. “I’ve had my chocolate fix. I’ll be fine for a while.”

“Well, no need to let these go to waste.” Hank blew on the marshmallows before popping them in his mouth one by one.

Skye laughed. “You are a wise man.”

“That I am.” He laid the fork down, leaning back against the pillows they’d scattered on the rug. Shadows cast by the fire lent an intimacy to the room that stole his breath. Bathed in the soft glow, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life. He reached out to run his index finger along her lower lip. “You’ve got a little crumb right there.”

Skye’s mouth opened and caught the tip of Hank’s fingers between her lips.

The feel of her mouth broke the tenuous control he had been keeping on his desire for the entire day. He tugged her forward. “Come here, Skye.”

“I doubt this is wise,” she said, her gaze locking with his as he pulled her to him. She knew she should put up more than a token protest, but the truth was, she wanted Hank to hold her, to make her feel cherished and desirable at least one more time.

“It probably isn’t wise,” he agreed, “but I need you like hell.” His mouth touched hers with deliberation. His desire soared as his tongue tunneled into her mouth, her taste reflecting the sweetness of the s’mores. A groan rumbled up from the depth of his chest and he deepened the kiss.

Skye tangled her fingers in his thick black hair, gripping the short strands as he conquered her with a kiss. She admitted freely that she’d wanted him from the moment she’d seen him outside her car. Yes, that instant attraction might have been caused by the situation, but being with him had truly only strengthened that need.

The need to make love with him again.

“Please, Hank,”

“I know, baby. We’ll get there. I promise.” He barely touched her mouth with his, then gently sucked on her lower lip. “I want you to remember this for the rest of your life, Skye.”

She would have told him there was no way she would ever forget this moment, but his tongue slipped inside to trace her teeth, then stroked the inner recesses and she lost the ability to think of anything but the man holding her so tightly against his hard body. She felt the softness of her curves melt against him and knew she’d found paradise. The hunger of his kisses, the feel of his passion pressing against her. Everything about him sent heat surging through her veins and made every cell in her body tingle to life as never before.

“Damn, but you taste good. The most delicious thing I’ve ever had.” His deep drawl against her ear sent quivers of delight shimmering through her. Her nipples tightened and she arched against him, trying to get closer.

He shifted their bodies, stretching them both out on the rug in front of the fire. She delighted in the matching beating of his heart and wanted to touch him as he was touching her. She traced her fingertips down the nape of his neck, then across the broad plane of his shoulders. He grunted when she gave him a little push to create a space between them. Working the buttons of his flannel shirt, she eased it off his shoulders.

“I want to touch you,” she murmured. She wanted to feel the warmth of his skin, the steely muscles rigid and hard beneath her fingers.

“Gladly.” He rose to his knees, finished undoing the buttons and quickly shrugged out of the garment. Her breath caught at the sight of his chest and stomach. He was sex personified. She reached up and traced the ridges of sinew. His sharp intake of breath encouraged her and she placed her palms over his pectoral muscles. He had a patch of hair covering his nipples but they puckered beneath her palms. She followed the dark line down his chest and abs. When she reached the waistband of his jeans, he stopped her, gathering her hands in his and bringing them to his mouth for a kiss.

“We’re going to touch each other, I promise. But I can’t take much right now. I want you too damn bad.”

His dark eyes held her captive as he pulled her to a kneeling position in front of him. He slipped his hands beneath her borrowed shirt to stroke the sensitive skin from her waist to the underside of her breast. She refused to allow any doubts to intrude into her mind as he caressed her. In past relationships, she’d always steered the man clear of that part of her body. The part she disliked most. But with Hank, she felt no shame or embarrassment. She wanted him to know her body. Every hill and valley. Why? Because she knew he wanted her. Wanted every hill and valley.

The raw desire in his heated gaze told her that.

The feel of his callused palms on her skin and the clean, manly scent of him created a longing in her that she’d never known. It was as if he’d unlocked all her insecurities, along with her heart and her soul. She wanted this. Oh, how she wanted this

Her breath caught in the back of her throat as his hands covered her bare breasts. She was big on top and his large hands barely contained her swollen flesh. His hands caressed her, causing her nipples to harden even more, almost painfully. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers as he whispered, “I want to see you, Skye. I want to taste you again.” He plunged his tongue inside her mouth and kissed her until she was breathless, all the while caressing her, his fingers tugging at her nipples, arousing her beyond what she was able to stand.

Her hands clutched at his shoulders, holding herself steady. “Yes, Hank, oh, yes.”

As if her words had unleashed his desire as well, he swept her shirt over her head, tossing it aside. His low growl made her shiver as he saw her without the intimacy of darkness. She’d thought he would take her into his mouth immediately, but he didn’t. Instead, he placed his hands on her hips, gripping them tightly before leaning forward, kissing the hollow behind her ear. He nibbled his way down her neck to her shoulder, then her collarbone. Her head fell back and she trembled at the feel of his lips. Tiny goosebumps of pleasure rose on her skin.

She felt her body cream in response to his touch and bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud. He licked the top mound of her breasts, first one, and then the other. He lowered his mouth, giving the same attention to the deep crevice between her breasts. The smooth texture of his hair teased her nipples.

Then, he got serious. His hot mouth closed over her taut nipple and his tongue flicked over the tight flesh. She couldn’t prevent the sound that escaped from between her lips. It was raw and hungry. Filled with a need that only he could satisfy.

Hank lifted his head. He didn’t think he’d ever heard a sweeter sound.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you. Let me know how I make you feel. Tell me what you need.”

Her fingers moved, tangling in his hair to pull his mouth back down to her feverish body. “More, Hank. I need more of you.”

His mouth found her again. He sucked and licked, biting as his passion grew out of control. His fingers joined in the fray, pulling and pinching one tight bud while his lips and tongue worked the other. The slight roughness of his touch was satisfying something inside of her that she hadn’t known she needed.

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