Ella Claire:
I woke up to the slow creep of sunlight cutting through blackout curtains, my head pounding faintly, lips dry, skin flushed with heat.
It was unfamiliar.
The bed beneath me was big, and the sheets smelled like leather and cedarwood. Masculine. Dangerous. My lashes fluttered open.
A dark-haired man lay beside me.
All steel. Muscle. Ink.
He was naked.
And so was I.
Fuck.
I sat up slowly, hoping not to wake him. My heart thundered in my chest, everything from last night crashing down in pieces—mouths on fire, hands greedy, a voice growling my name. I reached down for the sheet and pulled it across my chest, still too raw and exposed even without his piercing gaze on me.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, wincing when my foot hit a discarded boot. His boot. I scan
