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“I’m gonna need to be gentle with you,” he murmured, making my belly go liquid.
“No, you don’t,” I objected. I would take him any way I could have him. To hell with the consequences.
“No?” he asked, face sliding downward, his cheek grazing my breast. “So you want me to rush this?” he asked, his breath warm on my hardened nipple through the material of my shirt. Theonly sound I could manage was a choked whimper. “I mean, I could,” he said, his lips closing around the point, sucking it into his mouth and tracing it with his tongue until the material was wet. “You clearly don’t like me taking my time,” he teased as I arched into his mouth, as my hips rocked restlessly against him, as my fingers dug into his back.
He moved across my chest, dedicated to his sweet torture for what felt like an eternity.
But then he was pushing up my shirt until I yanked it off. Then he was licking, sucking, circling, grazing, nipping without the barrier.
Want stretched thin, leaving me shaking and mindless with sensation.
His head shifted between my breasts, his tongue tracing a line down the center of my belly until he reached the waistband of my shorts.
But he was quick to snag the material of them and my panties and draw them down, moving fully away from me in the process so he could slide them off my ankles.
He knelt at the edge of the bed, his chest heaving with his frantic breaths as he looked down at me, his gaze taking in every inch of me.
Rune reached back, dragging his shirt up and over his head, then tossing it to the floor before reaching down to push his shorts and underwear to the floor, leaving him standing in front of me—chiseled, gorgeous, hard.
A little whimper escaped me as I took in his straining length, as my sex clenched hard in anticipation, making me press my thighs together to try to ease the pang of need.
His hands moved out, almost as if sensing what I was doing, grabbing my knees and spreading me wide.
He sucked in a deep breath that shook through him.
Then he was down on the mattress, his breath a warm tickle against my inner thigh.
For one beat.
Then another.
Until, finally, I felt the tip of his tongue tracing up my cleft, then circling my clit.
I short-circuited.
My body jolted, tensed.
My breath seized.
A strange, strangled sound escaped me.
But Rune was focused on his task as his tongue circled me almost lazily. Like he knew exactly what he was doing. And wanted to drag it out with wicked patience.
“Rune,” I whimpered, my hips rocking restlessly against him as my fingers gripped the back of his head.
He drove me slowly toward unraveling.
My breath caught. My muscles trembled. My heartbeat fluttered.
“Rune, I … no!” I yelped when he pulled suddenly away just as my walls started to tighten.
“Shh,” he murmured, kissing up the triangle above my sex, over my pelvis, up my side. “You can come,” he told me as he kissed over my ribs. “But I want to be buried deep inside you when it happens.”
A deep pulsation moved through me at the idea of him, the feel of him, and a soft whimper escaped me.
“Unless you don’t want that,” he said, kissing under one breast, then the other.
I grabbed him with my good hand, trying to drag him up to me. But he wouldn’t be rushed.
