I dodged in and out of customers at the standing tables, a few sniffing in my direction and raising their eyebrows as I skittered past them. Then their attention would catch on Rune following at a safe distance behind, their eyes widening before they abruptly found another place to stare.
I was sure he was intimidating to most. Just not me.
All I wanted was a fan-fucking-tastic sexy time with him. That was all.
His status in life didn’t bother me. It just didn’t impress me the way it did others. I’d known powerful men forever. Another one didn’t mean anything.
Rune managed to beat me to the storage room—or closet as he had stated. I eyed the inside as he opened the door for me, my nose wrinkling at the small space. But fuck it. I wanted to get fucked.
I stepped into the area and turned to the side so he could fit too.
He didn’t bother to turn on the one light as he shut the door behind himself. There were no shelves in here yet, the building still new. No brooms or cleaning supplies to step on. It was just him and me and the walls hugging us—literally embracing us it was so tight a fit.
Darkness and instant heat descended.
He grunted as he wiggled his shoulders, trying to find a more comfortable position. He muttered softly, “I forgot how tiny this place was.” Another grunt—as he stepped on my right foot.
I pulled my shoe out from underneath his. “Maybe we should wait for later?”
Shut up, Megan. Shut up!
“To hell with that. I’m rock hard and need to be inside your sweet little cunt.” His warm palms landed on my sides, right above my hips. “We can make do. I’ve been in more cramped quarters than this before. The woman still screamed my name.”
“Don’t need to know that, stud.” I grabbed at the hem of his t-shirt and yanked it up in jerky motions, banging my elbows against the walls. “Turn to the right a little.”
His chuckle was intimate as he did as ordered, removing his hands from my body to hold them above his head while I ripped his shirt off him. When I dropped his shirt at our feet and started tugging at his belt buckle in the dark, he dipped to press his lips against my ear, whispering, “As much as I want to make you scream my name…I’m irrationally possessive right now. I don’t want others hearing your pleasure. Think you can keep it down?”
Belt buckle undone? Check.
“We’re all the way back by the bathrooms, and it’s way too loud out there for anyone to hear me.” On to unbuttoning his pants and the zipper. Then I’d have the Holy Grail in my hand—heat and steel over satin-smooth skin.
Soft lips kissed the shell of my ear, his voice still gentle and quiet. “The background noise will help, but try to be as silent as possible. You have a very impressive clientele out there right now.” Shivers ran amok down my spine as his nose pressed against my temple, and he inhaled deeply. “Damn, you smell so good.”
I sniffed in his direction and damn near went boneless. How had I not noticed what he smelled like yet? It was a sensual mixture of a forest and sunshine, lazy afternoons spent basking under the sun’s rays. And a hint of fresh cloves. I groaned and pressed against him, done with his pants, my demand soft. “Kiss me and don’t hold back. It’s been a while for me. I need it hard.”
My shirt went flying over his head, his hands fast and experienced. “On it, beautiful.”
His mouth landed on mine, sure and confident of his lovemaking skills. Gentle and demanding all at the same time. Commanding and pulling me to fight back. Everything I never knew I wanted was wrapped in his passion, my head swimming in dizziness and pleasure.
I moaned and pressed back against the plumpest warm lips. I sank into him, raising my hands and threading my fingers through his baby soft hair, holding tight. My chest heaved as he tilted his head and bit my lower lip hard, then sucking it into his mouth. His tongue swiped back and forth over the glorious sting until I opened for him, and our tongues met.
The headiness of his mouth, the pressing of his tongue against mine… I was a goner.
He growled low in his chest at his first taste of me, slamming my back against the wall. He panted into the kiss. “Get those shoes off. I want your legs around my hips.”
I toed my sneakers off, glad I wasn’t wearing my boots today. They weren’t really useful for bartending, being on my feet all day. I grinned against his mouth as he kicked my shoes behind him. But he disappeared from my lips as he dropped lower to divest me of my pants and panties, quickly tugging them down my flesh and past my feet. My bra was a mere piece of material that he unhooked in record time and sent it soaring over his right shoulder.
His heated mouth found my right breast, latching onto my nipple with a low moan vibrating his throat. Rune whispered, “So much better without those hideous clothes.”
My head dropped back in pleasure, but I still hissed, “I’m not rich like a certain someone. It’s all I have, so be nice.”
He mumbled a non-coherent answer, his attention swinging to my other breast and lavishing it with his wicked tongue that circled and circled my nipple. He groaned as an afterthought, “Are you on birth control, Megan?”
“No. No cash for it.”
Rune’s mouth finally found my nipple and sucked. Hard.
I jerked in surprise. That felt like a punishment—a sensual one.
