That was all he needed.
His fingers slid upward, tracing the edge of my shorts until my hips were rocking restlessly.
His finger pressed between my thighs, dragging out of me a gasp that transformed into a moan as his thumb moved side to side over my clit. The friction of my shorts and panties against me had soft little whimpers escaping me as my gaze stayed fixed on Rune’s face.
“No,” I whimpered when he pulled suddenly away.
“Sh,” he murmured. “Lie back.”
Maybe I should have resisted, fought the attraction to a man I’d nearly murdered just a few days before.
But, God, the look in his eyes had my belly flipping. I was helpless but to do exactly what he wanted.
As soon as I was flat, his hands slid up my thighs, over my hips, then grabbed the waistbands of my shorts and panties and drew them down.
Anticipation sizzled across my nerve endings as he freed the material. And Rune didn’t give me a second to have the uncertainty take root.
He grabbed my knees, spread my legs wide, and pressed them to the mattress as he moved between, his tongue tracing up my center.
The sensation had my thighs trying to snap shut, dragging a little chuckle out of Rune as he wrapped his arms around them, holding them in place.
His tongue slipped upward, finding my clit, and flicking his tongue over it. Once. Twice.
My back arched off the bed as a deep moan escaped me.
There were no thoughts then, just sensation, just the slow, careful circle of his tongue.
My hand slid down, grabbing the back of his head, holding him against me as my hips rocked against him.
His own hand moved, slipping between us to slide two fingers inside me.
A moan slipped between my lips as his fingers started to thrust.
Need bled into every second, every breath, every sound that escaped me. The pressure grew tighter, more insistent.
“Rune,” I whimpered, my thighs started to shake.
His free hand slid up, reaching for mine, holding on as the pleasure sharpened, tightened, then released.
I came, trembling, breathless, overwhelmed.
I was still gasping for breath when there was a soft, tentative knock on the door.
Rune jerked away as I shot up in the bed, wide-eyed.
“It’s me,” Sofia whispered.
Sensing my panic, Rune held one hand up at me while he handed me my panties and shorts.
I struggled into them and watched as Rune walked into the bathroom.
I was confused for a second before realizing that while I’d gotten off, he was clearly still struggling with his own desire.
He shot me a devilish smirk before closing the bathroom door.
I rushed to unlock the main door, not wanting to leave my sister alone in the hall for long.
“Hey, sorry. I should have left a note,” I said as I pulled it open.