North
The bundle of dry clothes slipped from my fingers, dropping to the dusty wooden floor with a soft, hollow thud.
I couldn't move. My feet were practically glued to the floorboards. In the dim light of the empty cabin, with the fierce storm raging violently against the glass and wood outside, Tamara stood right in front of me… completely bare.
My breath caught instantly in my throat, turning into a hot, suffocating weight in my chest. Every single protective, primal instinct that I had fought so fiercely to suppress and control for weeks snapped like a dry twig.
As I stared at her, taking in her smooth skin, her flawless curves, and the slight, nervous shiver running through her frame, a violent, overwhelming wave of desire rushed through my veins.
I wanted her.
I wanted her so
