dim suite—thick, fragrant with cedar and clean masculine heat—before dissipating into the cooler air like a lover's sigh. Kade stepped out quietly, skin still glistening under the low light. Droplets of water traced slow, deliberate paths down the powerful ridges of his shoulders, the defined planes of his chest, the hard lines of his abdomen. A dark towel rode low against his hips for only a moment, clinging to the sharp V of muscle and the heavy outline of his cock beneath, before he discarded it carelessly onto a nearby chair.
Completely bare. Unashamed.
His gaze moved immediately toward the bed.
And stopped there.
Dakota slept curled protectively around Takoda, both of them tangled together beneath the dark silk blankets like they naturally belonged there—arms entwined, breaths synchronized, small forms fitting perfectly in the vast space. The sight hit something deep and instinctive inside him with dangerous force.
Mine.
