" What are you doing? " I scream.

" Waking you up the best way I know. " He whispers against my ear, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.

Before I can push him away, his lips are on mine, claiming my mouth with a force that makes my knees weak. His hands roam over my body, tracing curves, teasing every sensitive spot he can reach.

" Noah… stop… we’re gonna be late! " I murmur between gasps, but the sound is weak against the rhythm of his movements.

" Late can wait. ...