Page 41 of Entwined in Norway

‘Yes.’ In one swift motion he pushed it up and over her head until she was lying back against him with all of her skin against his, and it felt so wonderful. She looked up at his face. His eyes were closed, and he had a soft smile on his lips. ‘Night, Erik.’

‘Night Ida.’ He dropped a kiss on her temple.

She was asleep a few minutes later, and it might have been the best night of her life.

16

Erik woke with a smile on his face and Ida in his arms. She was curled up, her back to him, using his arm as a pillow. He’d slept on his back, but now turned and pulled her into him with his other arm, finding her hand with his. She groaned sleepily. Maybe she wasn’t a morning person. He didn’t want to go any further down the road of waking her, just in case, so he closed his eyes and let himself doze until he felt her stir. It wasn’t lost on him that it was the first time in a long time he’d woken up in a good mood.

‘Morning,’ he said, once he was sure she was awake.

She turned so that her front was against his, and stretched herself out, eyes still closed. ‘Mmm. Morning.’

He was suddenly aware that having her pressed against him was awakening a part of him that he hadn’t intended, but she didn’t seem to have noticed.

‘Did you sleep okay?’ she murmured into his neck, her eyes still closed.

‘I slept great. You?’

‘Mmm. What time is it?’

He couldn’t see her mouth, but he could hear the smile in her voice. He reached for his phone. ‘It’s a little after seven.’

‘I need to shower. I have to start work at eight.’

‘Can we eat breakfast together?’

‘I’d love that.’ She sat up and arranged the sheet around her, tucking it under her arms. ‘Can you pass my t-shirt?’

‘Sure.’ He fetched it from where he’d flung it on the floor last night. She was shy, and he didn’t want to press her to do anything she wasn’t ready for, but if she thought he didn’t know what she looked like after she’d been pressed against him all night, she was wrong.

‘I’ll leave the water running so you can hop in after me.’

He chuckled and grabbed her around the waist while she was pulling her t-shirt on, pulling her so she was straddling him.

‘I guess that’s the only way I’m getting a hot shower on the third floor.’

She laughed and bent to kiss him, her hair falling around his face. He swept his hands over her ears, pushing her hair away and pulling her closer at the same time. The intensity of the kiss changed, and he felt Ida move from straddling him to lying on top of him. Even with the sheets between them, it was the best feeling in the world.

‘Shall we shower later?’

He knew what she was asking.

‘If that’s what you want?’

She nodded.

‘I don’t have anything with me though…’

‘I do.’ She hopped off the bed, rummaged around in the bag she’d brought with her and presented him with a condom, a look of triumph on her face. ‘I sneaked it out of Mats’ room before we left.’

He laughed. ‘That’s very resourceful. Thank god, Ida. Stopping now would kill me.’

‘Me too.’ Instead of resuming her position on top of him, she pulled the covers back and sat on him. His erection sprang back to life beneath his shorts and he had to stop himself from grabbing Ida by the waist and pulling her down harder on top of him. He sensed she would want to take this slower and he wanted to give her whatever she wanted.

He watched as, with a coy look in her eyes, she pulled the t-shirt off again, giving him the most wonderful view of her small, pert breasts.

‘May I?’