Page 54 of Rune
“Sounds like it would put a crimp in your style when it comes to dating.”
“We figured it out. There are other areas you can sneak off to.”
“Like that glass room?”
“Fucking in the glass room is a rite of passage,” Rune agreed.
“Is it, like, privacy glass?”
“It is not,” he said, and I heard the smile before I turned my head and saw it.
“So, you’re all just exhibitionists.”
“To be fair, we don’t want to be seen by our cousins, uncles, or fathers. It’s just the thrill of possibly being seen that adds a little something, I guess.”
“I’ll take your word for that.”
“Never know. You might be into it.”
“Doubtful. Very doubtful. What are you doing?” I asked when he stood suddenly, grabbing my hand in the process, and dragging me along with him.
“Testing out a theory,” he said, dragging me toward the windows with their open curtains.
He pulled me in front of him, and if you looked at the right angle, you could see the two of us reflected.
“Rune…”
Why was my breath already hitching? My heartbeat fluttering in every pulse point?
I was suddenly achingly aware of every inch of him as he pressed against my back.
His hand snaked around me, pressing into the center of my chest. I just barely resisted the urge to wiggle just an inch or two in either direction just to feel his palm close over one of my breasts.
Luckily for me and the pressure building between my thighs, Rune was all too happy to have his hand slide up and over, closing over one of the swells and squeezing.
My belly tightened even as my body went liquid with need.
“Someone could look up or over,” he said, his breath warm on my ear, making a shiver course through me. “Could see me doing this.” His forefinger and middle fingers parted into a V, letting my hardened nipple move between, dragging a throaty sound out of me.
Goosebumps rose in a rush, spreading across my skin as a delicious little shiver worked its way down my spine.
His hand moved away then, only to slide under my shirt and move upward, closing over my breast without the barrier.
My legs felt hollow. My belly coiled with want.
Objectively, no one could see anything. I was covered still. But he wasn’t wrong. It added a sort of dizzying recklessness that had each sensation feeling more intense as his thumb circled, as his fingers rolled, pinched, lightly twisted. Then he moved across my chest to continue the devastating teasing.
Until the ache became acute, too sharp to ignore, too strong to be denied.
Feeling bold, my hand moved up, closing over his, and guiding it downward—under my shorts and panties, then right up against my need.
A rumble moved through Rune, the sound vibrating into me. “Are you this wet for me, or the idea of being seen?” he murmured, his lips teasing the shell of my ear.
I leaned my head back into him and gave him the truth.
“You.”
His teeth nipped my earlobe. “Good answer,” he said as his fingers thrust inside me.
