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And I can tell he likes the visuals his mind is coming up with.

“This,” he says, holding up a pink silk thong with delicate straps, “is what I would like to see on you.”

Noah walks back over to the bed but doesn’t hand me the pair of knickers he has in his hand.

“Would you care for me to put them on for you?” he asks, his voice low.

GOOD MORNING TO ME.

I flick back the duvet. “Please.”

Noah’s hand travels down my leg, causing heat to flame within me. He gently lifts each of my legs to slide them into the thong, and then both his hands move back up my legs, gliding the silk fabric upwards. The contrast between the masculine feel of his hands and the exquisite silk is hot. I lift my body up so he can manoeuvre the thong into place, and a groan escapes his throat as he slips the delicate straps over my hips.

“You’re dressed,” he says, dipping his head down towards mine. “Do you care to stay that way?”

Then he moves to kiss me, but I put my fingertips over his lips to stop him. “I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I haven’t brushed my teeth and I feel like something has died inside my mouth. So you can’t kiss me on the lips.”

Noah bursts out laughing. “One, what could have possibly died in your mouth, and two, how are you familiar with this experience?”

I giggle. “I feel disgusting. Just let me brush my teeth. I can be very efficient and quick with my oral hygiene.””

“What if I kiss you other places besides your mouth?” Noah asks, his lips suddenly caressing me below my jaw. “It could be the rule. No mouth kissing. But kissing everywhere else is in play.”

His lips travel to my earlobe, sending a ripple of excitement through me. Then I feel his tongue travel down the side of my neck, his teeth lightly grazing me as he pins me back down onto the mattress. One hand slides underneath my T-shirt, his fingers gliding across my stomach. I trail my fingers down hismuscular arm, then upwards to his back, and I stroke it, feeling the powerful muscles that are mine to touch.

We make love, our lips never connecting, but exploring each other everywhere else. It’s sensual, slow, and hot, and by the time we come together, we both climax at the same time with a tremendous orgasm.

I’m once again reminded of how beautifully we fit. Not just in the act of sex, but as people who are meant to be together.

After we finish, we take a shower together—something I’ve never done before—and when Noah washes my hair for me? God, I’m ready to devour him for a second time this morning. But I resist, and after changing into some casual clothing, we finally head downstairs for breakfast.

“This is the only meal I’m capable of cooking,” Noah tells me.

Mila bounds up to her beloved master, ball in her mouth and tail wagging. “Do you mind if we take a walk after breakfast so Mila can burn off some energy?” he asks.

“Not at all,” I say, smiling at him. I move to the sink and dump out the tea Noah had lovingly made for me earlier. “Sorry, I think I need to brew a new cup. I got very sidetracked from no-on-the-mouth-kissing sex.”

He chuckles at that. “It was the thought that counts, right?”

“Yes,” I say, but this time I’m serious. “It does.”

Noah’s eyes meet mine and I know he understands just how much it does. He moves towards me and cups the back of my head with his hand. Then he brushes the sweetest kiss onto my forehead. “I know you need tea and toast, but would you like anything else?” he asks, his fingers massaging my hair.

I shake my head. “Nope, I’m good with that.”

Noah steps back over to the range.

“Where are the tea bags?” I ask.

“In the cupboard to the left. They have several blends for you to choose from.”

I open it, retrieve the box of breakfast tea, and select a bag. As I prepare a new cup of tea, I see Noah load the toaster with slices of bread.

“What do you eat?” I ask.

“Depends on the season,” he says. “When I’m playing, I’ll just go with a coffee and head to the training centre, where they provide breakfast and lunch. It’s a fantastic canteen, with everything you could want, and they work with nutritionists so I can eat according to my plan. In the off season—which is a shorter one the further you go in Champions League play—I try to eat on the plan still. This morning, I’ll have porridge, fruit, and some Greek yogurt.”

“You’re so diligent.”

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