Although he’d occasionally, if rarely, woken up with a lover before, he’d never been so happy to do so. Usually he was trying to figure out how to sneak away or get his partner to leave without a fuss. This morning, though, his warm, soft, curvaceous new wife was curled up in his arms with her head resting against his shoulder. Just the sight of her and those wild curls caused a wave of love to wash through his chest. He drew a deep breath and hummed in contentment. Xindra chuckled. “Awake already? I would have thought I’d worn you out.” “You did,” he answered honestly. In fact, his entire body felt like he’d worked out way too hard, and he was sore between his legs. Despite the marathon sex he’d had in his lifetime, that had never happened before. Of course, he’d never climaxed like he had last night. “Do I at least get to be smug about wearing you out too?” he asked hopefully. She sniffed. “I’m not moving, am I?” Quinn smiled, but even his jaw muscles ached.
