I tilt my head, kissing him again, harder this time.
“I want you,” I whisper.
He stills for a second.“Shortcake…” he murmurs, like he’s trying to slow things down.
I shake my head, my fingers curling into his shirt.“I mean it.I want you.”
Rune scans my face quickly, searching for any sign of doubt and finding none.
His control snaps.His mouth crashes back down on mine, his hands gripping my hips as he backs me toward the bed.
I go willingly, my breath catching as the backs of my legs hit the mattress.He follows me down, one hand braced beside my head, the other still holding me as if he’s afraid I’ll slip through his fingers and disappear.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough.
I shake my head, my fingers sliding up into his hair, tugging enough to make him suck in a breath.“Don’t you dare.”
His eyes flash fiercely with something dark and possessive and a bit wrecked.That’s all it takes.His restraint shatters completely.
He kisses me like he’s starving, as if I’m the only thing that’s keeping him tethered to the earth.His weight settles over me, solid and grounding, the heat of him seeping into every inch of my skin.I feel small under him, in the best way.Protected.Claimed.
My hands move over him without thinking, tracing the hard lines of his shoulders, the strength in his arms, the steady rise and fall of his chest.He shudders when I touch him, like even that is too much after being apart.
“Jem…” My name sounds like a plea on his lips.
“More,” I beg, my breath coming in harsh pants as he kisses down my neck.
“Need to get you naked,” he says between kisses.
I nod eagerly.I have no experience with this, and I hope it doesn’t show.Rune doesn’t seem to mind my fumbling fingers on his jeans or the way I impatiently tug at his shirt.He’s just as impatient, just as clumsy with my clothes.
Somehow, we work together, rolling on the bed and wiggling out of our clothes.I giggle as I see him angrily kick off his boot.He curses as his jeans get tangled around his ankles, and I laugh out loud.
I love how eager he is to be with me.It’s such a turn-on.
Soon, we’re both naked, and Rune growls as he rolls me under him again.
“So soft,” he murmurs as he kisses along my clavicle.
I shiver under him, my nipples hardening to painful points.A fire is roaring inside me, heating my blood and causing my core to tighten with need.As if he can sense it, Rune kisses lower, his palms cupping my breasts almost reverently.
He trails kisses over the soft mounds, and I watch as he licks his lips and draws one stiff nipple into his mouth.We both moan as he sucks on the sensitive flesh, his tongue flicking before he releases it and moves to my other breast.
“Oh, God,” I gasp, my back arching off the bed.“Rune!”
“Love hearing you say my name like that,” he groans, switching breasts again.
“I—”
His teeth graze over my flesh, cutting me off.The slight sting of pain mixed with pleasure almost has me coming.When Rune pinches my other nipple, I cry out his name.
“Please!”I beg.
He moans, his hands sliding down my sides.He places a kiss between my boobs, then licks a path down my stomach.I look down at him as he shoves my legs wider and settles between my thighs.His expression is one of pure need.He’s so focused on me, on my body.
Rune glances up at me, his eyes dark and hooded as our eyes lock.He slips one thick finger up my center, splitting my pussy lips.My legs snap shut when he presses on my clit.Rune growls, pinning my thighs down with his free hand.He presses his forearm over my hips, holding me down on the mattress.
“Rune!”