Chapter 3
Morning After, Still Bent Over
Elena
I woke up to the crackle of fire and the heavy, arrogant weight of a man's arm slung across my waist.
Correction: Jax Hart's arm. Author. Asshole. Human red flag.
Also, the man whose c**k I'd let rearrange my cervix the night before.
I opened one eye and glanced around the room. Cabin still intact. Storm still howling outside. My dignity?
MIA.
The bed creaked as he stirred behind me, pressing against my back-bare chest warm, scent maddeningly male. He smelled like pine, heat, and satisfaction. Like someone who knew he'd been unforgettable.
"Awake already?" His voice was sleep-rough. Teasing. The kind of voice that could unhook a bra without touching it. "Didn't peg you for a morning person."
"Didn't peg you for someone who talks aft
