His arm was thrown over her waist, hand gripping her breast. She felt her nipple pebble against his palm, seeking, needing. Noah flexed against her ass again, and Cat felt a shiver of desire snake through her.

She closed a hand over his as it gripped her breast and kneaded.

“Mmm,” he murmured against her hair. She waited for him to wake and was rewarded with a more conscious thrust at her back.

Cat reached behind her between their bodies and trailed her fingers over his hard-on. He pulled his hips back, giving her room to wrap her hand around him. One pump of her tight hand was all it took to feel moisture pooling at his tip.

She heard the sigh resonate in his chest, and his cock twitched in her hand. He was beyond ready for her. But she wasn’t ready for the intimacy, the rawness they’d shared last night. It felt too… serious. Too intense. She wanted to show Noah fun, not turn him into a sex slave soulmate.

Cat rolled onto her stomach, knees pushing her ass in the air. It was all the invitation Noah needed.

“Condom,” he demanded in a sleep-roughened voice.

She pointed to the nightstand, and he ripped the drawer off its tracks in his hurry.

Like a Pavlovian experiment, Cat felt herself go wet at the sound of the foil between his very capable fingers. There’d be no finesse here, just a sleepy morning fuck that woke and warmed their bodies. No staring into each other’s eyes and guessing the other’s secrets. No unsettling yearnings for something so much more.

Cat buried her face in her pillow when Noah notched himself into place. He stayed there for just a moment, one inch inside her, igniting a fire that threatened to burn them both to the ground. Smoothing his hands up her back and around her sides, he leaned forward just slightly to cup her breasts and slide another inch deeper into her.

She could barely hold back the cry. It wasn’t deep enough. She wasn’t full enough. She was desperate for it. For him.

She flexed her hips backward against him, and he allowed her another inch. Cat took a shaky breath. Her fingers held the sheets in a death grip. Noah stroked up her spine and back down, a gentle yet stirring touch. Everywhere he touched her, her skin felt a thousand degrees warmer. Her ass cheeks, the backs of her thighs, her spine, and now her breasts again. He kneaded them with his firm fingers and without warning used his grip to yank her backwards onto his cock.

Cat cried out into the pillow. Her muscles were already dancing and sparking with an impossibly swift build toward orgasm.

“Damn it, baby. You’re so wet,” he groaned, fingers flexing into her soft flesh. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”