CHAPTER 36
QUINN STROKED ANA’S hair as she stirred against his chest. She always used to sleep like that, close, curled into his side or draped across him, and after he’d left Moscow, he never thought he’d see that beautiful sight again. He’d been watching in the dim glow from the lamp on the bedside table, just watching for half an hour, unwilling to wake her because he didn’t want her flying to Russia tired.
But now she’d opened her eyes, he couldn’t resist sliding her up his body so their lips met.
“Morning.” He couldn’t bring himself to say “Good morning” because having to say goodbye to her meant it was anything but.
“Hey.”
It looked like the lioness from last night had turned into quite the p***y cat this morning. Or maybe…just the p***y. He slipped a hand under the quilt, his f
