Ottilie POV
The morning light shone across my face as I tried to stretch before realising too late that I was still wrapped up in Noah's arms. His perfectly sculpted chest rose and fell as he slept. He really was incredibly good-looking. I traced his chiseled cheek bones with my fingers and brushed his dark hair away from his face. Wriggling out of his embrace, I began peppering light kisses across his neck, nipping lightly on his marking spot.
He groaned and I could feel him growing harder as I maneuvered myself on top of him. He groaned again and opened his eyes, reaching for me as he saw me.
"I could get used to this," he muttered, crashing his lips on to mine, letting one hand trail down to my breast. I gasped as he rolled the sensitive nub between his fingers. Everything this morn
