Elena’s POV
I woke in his arms. My head rested on his chest, and one of his legs was flung over my hips. His arm was locked around me like I would vanish if he let go.
And the man in question?
Dax Valiente.
Oh, God.
Flashes of the night before burned into my brain—fireworks, his lips, his hands, his body pressed into mine until I forgot every reason I had to keep my distance.
I should have felt shame. Panic. Maybe the sudden urge to jump out the window and run for the airport.
But instead, nestled against his warmth, I felt… satisfied. A dangerous word for a woman like me.
I shifted, careful not to wake him, but his chest rumbled under my ear.
“Are you running already?” His voice was gravel in the morning, lazy but sharp.
I froze. His hand slid down my back,
