Noah rose from the mattress with a fluid motion, his hands finding her hips before she could protest. A groan escaped her—part exhaustion, part anticipation—as he guided her onto her stomach, then lifted her easily, positioning her exactly where he wanted her.
She complied, folding onto her knees with a languid grace that belied her trembling limbs. Her cheek found the pillow, turned to the side, her breath coming in warm puffs against the cotton. Her hands settled near her face, fingers curling into the quilt, the position leaving her raised and open and entirely at his mercy.
"Like this?" she mumbled, her voice muffled and thick with satisfaction.
He settled behind her, his palms smoothing over the curve of her spine, down to where her waist flared into hips.
"Exactly like this."
