Quinn propped himself on his elbows and studied his new wife. The fingers that had dug into his shoulders rested on his upper arms. Her eyes were closed, her lashes delicate on her cheeks. Her lips were parted and her cheeks flushed. The glorious golden tangle of her hair spread itself across the linens beneath her, glinting in the light. Quinn could feel its silkiness wrapped about his fingers. He wanted to kiss her to wakefulness again, but let her doze instead.
The scent of Melissande’s release was intoxicating. Quinn was glad that she had been pleased—and against her every expectation.
Indeed, it had even been against his own.
She stirred and her lips parted, and Quinn could resist temptation no longer. He bent and brushed his lips across hers. Melissande’s eyes flew open and he fea
