I look down at her.
Her hair’s a mess. Her mouth is swollen from kissing. She looks warm and satisfied and mine enough to make a man believe in things he gave up on years ago.
My hand slides over her hip, holding her closer.
“Yeah,” I say, rough and certain. “Mine too.”
Chapter 5
Lexie
Iwakeupwarm.
Not just warm. Cocooned.
Heavy arm over my waist. Broad chest at my back. A hard, solid wall of man curled around me like he went to sleep and decided there was no version of the night where he was letting me go.
For one dazed second, I lie there blinking at the gray morning light filtering through the curtains, trying to figure out why my whole body feels pleasantly boneless and deliciously sore.
Then I remember.
The dance.
The kiss.
The storm.
Weston.
Oh.
A slow, helpless smile pulls at my mouth.
I am in bed with the lumberjack.
A very naked lumberjack, if the warm length of him pressed along the back of my thighs is anything to go by.
My cheeks heat even though there is no one awake to catch it.
Yet.
As if summoned by the thought, the arm around my waist tightens. A rough palm slides once over my stomach, slow and absentminded and somehow possessive even half asleep.
A shiver runs through me.
Behind me, Weston makes a low sound and buries his face more firmly against my hair.
I freeze.
Then his voice, rough with sleep and deeper than usual, rumbles against the back of my neck.
“You’re awake.”
I bite my lip against a smile. “No, I’m still sleeping.”
His hand drifts higher, spanning the curve of my waist like he has every right in the world. “Liar.”
I turn slowly in his arms.
