Chapter 11
The feel of a palm sliding over the curve of her hip nudged Lacey into consciousness. She was curled on her side with Quinn spooned behind her. His hand came to rest at the dip of her waist. It felt so good to awake in the dark like this with him that she didn’t dare move for fear she’d snap the sleepy, intimate moment. Once he became still again, his breathing settled into a slow, steady rhythm. She opened her eyes to find the room shrouded in darkness and the banked coals in the woodstove glimmering. It was toasty warm, although with the fire dying down, the room was cooling. She had her own personal heater curled around her. Quinn fairly simmered with warmth. She burrowed her hips closer into the cradle of his and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
The way she felt
