Alexander’s broad, powerful frame slides in behind me with a quiet assurance, his strong legs settling on either side of my body, anchoring me in place. His arms circle my waist, pulling me gently backward until I rest fully against the solid warmth of his chest. The scent that clings to him—the wild earthiness of the forest, mingled with the deep, intoxicating musk unique to him—wraps around me like a comforting, thrilling cloak. It’s a smell that stirs something fierce and ...