POV ESMERAY
The first light of dawn was a pale, silver blade cutting through the heavy cedar curtains of the cabin. I woke up slowly, my body feeling heavy and sensitized in a way I had never experienced before. Every muscle held the memory of the night"the friction of the furs, the heat of the fire, and the overwhelming weight of Ruan Montague. I didn't open my eyes immediately; I wanted to linger in the scent of him, a heady mix of cedar, masculine skin, and the lingering electricity of our surrender.
I shifted slightly, and a large, calloused hand tightened its grip on my waist, pulling me back against a wall of solid, scarred muscle. Ruan was awake. I could feel the steady, powerful thrum of his heart against my spine, a rhythmic reminder that I wasn't alone in this storm anymo
