i

ow I wanted to get a ha

an who shakes her ass in their direction, then fuck her senseless against a

wilderness and bring her home, only for her to strip to her pa

ot People's Sexiest

ace, and I have to crane my neck sidew

" I snarl as she tries again, wh

e, though the bite to her statement takes some of the melody away. One bare foot catches me in the shin,

nd tug her head back. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to pin her firmly in place against my body. In any other situation, I'd be fol

e doesn't have a split

pumps with hysterical breaths beneath my other a

t's when the sc

ucking

f a tiger. I knew the girl had been abused when I stripped her down and checked her injuries, but with her unconscio

afety-a

Grady's over in his front yard, eyebrows chasing his receding hairline as he watches us with wide eyes. Cordelia Raney is sitting with her sister on the front porch, both of them staring at me like I'm killing the

I expected t

arms like a snake. But she has no idea I'm stronger than any man she's ever known, and she just jerks uselessl

ow. Damn it all to hell. We aren't even past the first row of houses, and she's still scream

he immediately stops screaming. Gripping her waist, I whirl her around, catching sight of wide, tearful blue eyes that

just gotta Nean

with women to begin with, and now they probably think I'm some kind of closet serial killer.The girl's shock at being slung over my shoulder gives me a

t to my head probably

t works-barely. I'll have some bruises and scratches on my back later, but if t

old into my cabin and then slam the front door b

ucking witches-might not show her mercy. But I don't want her to think she's a prisoner either. I feel like I'm walk

ve experience w

n my living room. I bend down, letting the woman flop out of my arms and

ike she just finished the Boston Marathon. Her fair skin looks even paler than it did in the dark of

gaze at her. She's having a pa

tle as possible. The girl's a deer, wide-eyed and terrified, and I'm t

manage to clasp her small hand

ng I have a deep baritone that sounds like I'm talking through gravel, it's a far reach for "soothi

ath, but her fingers cling to

in the mountains. I found you last night. You were hurt, and I

and on the heels of her statement, a crystalline tear

of abject fear that she's desperate to escape. I can see in her

ster who marred h

bs over her fingers in what I hope is a calming gesture. "

a polite distance from her body so that I don't overstep and make her even more frightened than s

erson who turned her in

on in her body lessening by a fraction. She tak

got through

rying to get on her level, to show with my apology that I get it. "Especially after w

uite make sense, and she has to take an extra few seconds to sort through them

t keep holding her hands, giving her

lick her lips. She swallows onc

de the cabin. The girl's face changes instantly, and she recoils

ion and disgust. I recognize the voice

g as a mountain and wearing his fury like a cloak. A handful of his cronies rus

pointing at the girl.Too late, I realiz