Instead, she’d focused on enjoying life and not worrying about what others thought. But at that exact moment, she suddenly wished she’d joined a weight-loss program.
If she could squeeze through the opening, she could jump out, putting the hut between her and the buck. It wouldn’t be much of a head start, but she hoped it would be enough. If she had to, she’d hightail it to one of the cabins and pound on the door until someone let her in. They might have a phone she could use to call for help.
But what if she got stuck in the opening? She pushed the idea away. Having chosen to be an optimist most of her life, she wasn’t about to let doubt sideline her now. The only problem was how she could heft her body high enough to pull herself through the hole.
Could she stack the bowls? Would they hold her weight? The only way to find out was to try. She hurriedly took one bowl after another, turned them upside down, and stacked them as high and as wide as she could. The resulting structure didn’t look very stable, but it would have to do.
Carefully, she put her foot on the first bowl, took a breath, and hopped, reaching for the rim of the hole as she balanced on top of her shaky sculpture. She let out a small cry of victory and pulled her upper torso through the hole.
She took a quick look, saw that the buck had his head down in front of the flap, and knew she’d caught a lucky break. Flattening her hands on the top, she heaved the rest of her body through the hole until she could sit with her legs hanging inside. She grinned and started to swing her right leg out of the opening.
“Ayyy!”
* * * *
Rosh yanked on the woman’s leg and pulled her back through the opening. As before, she wasn’t going to make things easy on him as she kicked and struck out. Avoiding a punch that almost clocked him in the jaw, he dropped her, letting her land on her butt. How many times would he have to toss her on her ass before she’d stop fighting him?
He fell on top of her before she could scramble away and pushed her to her back. Holding her arms around her head by her wrists, he put his face close to hers. She froze, her big brown eyes widening as he settled his body over hers without resting his entire weight on top of her.
Her tantalizing scent drifted into his nostrils, and he dragged in a deep breath, closing his eyes for one moment to savor the aroma. He opened his eyes again and let his gaze fall to her chest, hidden under the modest dress she wore, as it rose and fell, making him choose between watching the swell of her breasts and studying the fullness of her lips. Her lush body molded against his, and he knew in that instant that he never wanted to let her go.
Her mouth parted as she peeked the tip of her tongue out. Was she trying to drive him insane? His cock was already straining against his jeans. If he dared kiss her, he wouldn’t have a chance of restraining himself.
“Turn me loose.”
If only she’d keep her mouth shut.
Yet another part of him, the side that enjoyed a spirited woman, rejoiced. She was irritating and stubborn, but she was fiery and every inch a woman. “Where do you think you’re going to go?”
“Home.”
“Trust me. You’d never make it.” She had no clue where she was, but he wasn’t ready to tell her. Not until she’d agreed to stop trying to run off. If she did, he wouldn’t be able to protect her, but he doubted she’d understand that.
“You want me to trust you? Are you fucking kidding me?”
He’d never liked women who cussed, but she made it seem sexy. “Nope.”
She narrowed her eyes, obviously trying to decide whether she should believe him. “What are you talking about? Why the hell did you bring me here? Where am I anyway?”
“Once you promise not to run away, I’ll explain that to you later.”
“Why not now?”
He smiled and then, unable to stand it any longer, he put his mouth close to her ear and whispered, “Do you always get