Page 10 of Saving Her Curves

Next, his touch muddled her thinking. He pulled her unresisting body closer and, trapped between them, her hands clenched his shirt. The firm muscles beneath flexed and bunched at her touch and his heart pounded against her fingertips. Loud and fast just as hers was beating. His arms were bands of steel around her, one hand cupping the back of her neck, the other holding her firmly to him. She wanted those hands to move, to discover all her secretive and sensitive spots.

And then there was his mouth. His tongue was dancing with hers, exploring. Claiming. He was kissing her like she’d never been kissed before. With strength. Want. Need. Desire. Desire that made her knees feel weak.

When he lifted his mouth from hers, she felt as if her world had changed and nothing would ever be the same again. There was something between them. Call it magnetism, chemistry, just good old-fashioned lust or desire. Whatever it was. It was there, in the air, written between the groans they shared. Exploding in the heat of every touch.

Hank slowly broke off the kiss. He’d kissed his share of women, had a few one-night stands, but nothing in his past had prepared him for this wild, untamed feeling he had coursing through him now. His hand shook slightly as he moved it to cup her jaw. “If I go to bed with you, we won’t be sleeping, you know that, right?”

The smile that curved her lips was spell-binding. She was a beautiful woman he thought, not for the first time.

“I was thinking the same thing.” She smiled at his questioning look. “It’s what I want, Hank.” She lowered her eyes, then looked back up, a hint of shyness in her gaze. “I know we’ve only just met,” she shook her head, “and this is so totally out of the ordinary for me, but I want you. And since I nearly died, I think I want to live a little tonight.”

“Good.” He bent down and picked her up, heading for his bedroom.

Even though her body was humming, her limbs held a slight tremor from the excitement cursing through her body. The curious woman in her took in the décor of his bedroom as they entered. It was very masculine without being overbearing. The colors were forest green and navy. It reminded her of the outdoors and suited him, she thought. Which was the last wayward thought she had as he placed her on the floor.

When he went to turn on the light, she stopped him. “Please leave it off.”

His eyes were half-hooded, his breathing a little ragged as he stared down at her. “No problem. We’ll take this at your pace, okay?”

She nodded her head, her hands tightening on his shoulders. Should she admit her experience in such matters was almost non-existent? She wasn’t a virgin, but she would still have to check the novice box in the experience category.

He put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up so their gazes met. “Do you have any idea how aroused I’ve been all evening just knowing that you are naked inside my clothes?” When she shook her head, he cupped her bottom and pulled her lower body to him. “Does this give you any idea?”

Hank took a deep breath to steady himself. He wanted to throw her on the bed and devour her. But he was experienced enough to notice the slight tell-tale signs that said she wasn’t ready for that type of encounter. He stepped away from her and with a practiced twist of his fingers, worked the button at his waistband through the opening. He eased the zipper down over his insistent arousal before quickly shucking his pants and briefs, watching with mounting satisfaction as her eyes darkened and the spark of awareness he’d seen there change to a smoldering ember of passion.

“Now, let’s get you undressed.” In the faint light, he undressed her with swift, confident motions. Grasping the hem of his borrowed sweatshirt, he eased it over her head. His gaze zeroed in on the heavy weight of her breasts as her body was revealed to his eager gaze. He couldn’t wait to have her in his mouth, tasting her.

Stepping closer, he brushed his chest against hers. She groaned at the scrape of curly hair against her rigid nipples. He hooked his hands beneath the fabric of her sweatpants and pushed them down. Gravity did the rest. Without being told, Skye stepped out of them. Hank’s hand tightened on her hips and pulled her even closer, crushing her breasts against him. She took that as the go-ahead she needed and indulged herself. He was pure muscle and bone with not an ounce of fat. She suddenly felt self-conscious about her not-so firm body. She quickly shook that thought away. He would not be here with her, touching her, if he didn’t want her. In fact, the contrast between their forms was a turn-on itself.

She traced the indentations of his ribs, the heavy muscles of his back. Her fingers found a thick ridge of skin that marred his smooth perfection.

She pulled slightly away. “What’s that?”

“A scar.”

“I know that, but how did you get it?”

He leaned back, his eyes blazing, “Do you really want to talk about that now?” He eased his hand down until he was cupping her heat in the palm of her hand.

“Umm, no,” she whispered as he touched her. “But—”

She couldn’t prevent the groan that escaped her as his finger pushed inside her. Again, all outside thoughts fled. As he stroked her, he pressed kisses from her jaw down to her neck, taking a moment to lick and nip at her earlobe. He didn’t stop his ministrations as his mouth went lower, latching onto her nipple, alternately sucking and licking the hard bud.

Unable to stand the incredible sensations, she tried to move, standing on tip-toe to escape his touch.

“No,” he ordered quietly, his hot breath fanning her moist flesh. “All I’ve been able to think about is making a feast out of you. Let me.”

She stilled, letting him have his way with her. Within minutes, she was reaching the crest, a feat she rarely achieved even with her own hand. “Hank,” she cried. “I’m, I’m…”

“That’s it, baby, fall for me. That’s exactly what I want you to do.”

Skye gave herself over to the sensations and allowed herself to climax. She bent forward, nipping at his chest as she did. He continued to touch her, stroke her as she came back down.

Then, he was cradling her in his arms again, lifting her onto the bed. The room swam around her. Not from her head injury, but from the sensations still pulsating through her body.

He laid them side by side and she reveled in his strength, the feel of his strong arms cradling her to him, his muscular legs tangled with hers. His was a strong embrace, a dominant force that she willingly gave herself over to. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling it back softly to reveal the curve of her neck. His mouth came down, kissing the smooth skin. He kissed and licked his way down to her shoulders, her collarbone, the tops of her breasts. With one hand he cupped her, bringing the burgeoning flesh to his mouth. This time his touch was harder, more urgent. Maybe, she thought shyly, and with a trace of desperation, he really did want her that much.

She groaned and tangled her fingers in his hair as he sucked the entire tip of one breast, then the other, into his mouth. Tiny jolts skipped along her nerve endings as he devoured her breasts. They created a line directly to her center, making her body melt for him all over again. He pressed his hard length against her and she pressed back, answering his call.

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