Page 147 of No Other Man

She smiled slowly, pressed her lips to his, whispered against them. “I’m Hawk’s wife. Nothing else means anything.”

He kissed her passionately in turn. Lifted his lips just slightly from hers. “I never wanted a wife and now…oh, God, am I grateful to my father! Skylar, I love you. I cannot remember life without you, and I never want life without you again.”

“Oh, God, that’s lovely.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

She shook her head. “I love you. Oh, God, I love you. I—I—” She shook her head again, slightly embarrassed by the emotion overwhelming her. “I adore you!” she whispered. “Don’t youeven begin to think about going anywhere without me in the future—into Sioux country, across the sea, into hell itself.”

He groaned, holding her. “I’ll never leave you.”

“Perhaps we can leave Sloan and Sabrina to look after things here.”

“Perhaps we can.”

“Perhaps…”

“Perhaps…”

“Oh, God, who cares right now! Hawk, I love you so much. Whatever lies in the days ahead, we’ll meet together. Tonight, I’m just so grateful. What was that you were saying before we got sidetracked about the immediate future?”

“I was saying…never mind. It’s much easier to just show you,” he whispered, his green eyes afire with passion, promise, and love.

She felt his touch…

Lips, hands, upon her. Fiercely demanding, hot, tender, caressing, encompassing.

And she knew.

They would weather all the fires and storms that lay ahead of them with one another, believing in one another.

Man and wife.

A damned strange marriage, she thought.

And a damned fine one…

And then…she thought no more. She was far too busy being ravished by a mixed-race and doing her absolute very best to prove her love to him in turn.

Ah…did she like the nights!