[Ava's POV]
The world had narrowed to the taste of him, the feel of his hard body against mine, and the frantic, hammering beat of my own heart. When he broke the kiss, it was only to sweep me into his arms as if I weighed nothing.
A small, startled gasp escaped me, my hands flying to his shoulders for balance. He didn’t look at me, his gaze fixed with a terrifying, singular purpose on the door at the end of the hall.
His bedroom.
It was as sparse and severe as the man himself. A large, rough-hewn bed dominated the space, covered in a dark, woolen blanket. A single lamp on a bedside table cast a low, golden glow, painting the room in shadows and light.
The air here was different—it was saturated with his scent, the clean, sharp aroma of cedar and cold night air, and it wrapped aroun
