A blush crept up her neck.
Merciful Ancients.He couldn’t just forget about that?
“You never told me what it was about.”
Her entire body prickled with embarrassment. “You really can’t drop this?”
He shook his head and bent to press his lips against her neck.
“Maybe we can talk about it later?” she said.
“It’ll be hours until we reach the next station,” he murmured, his lips a soft graze.
Rune clenched her fists as he kissed down her throat, remembering the dream all too vividly. The steam from the boilers. The heat of their growing anger. The press of his—
“We were…”
She swallowed.
“You were… touching me.”
“Touching you?” Gideon glanced up with a sly smile. “Like this?” He ran a hand slowly down her arm, raising the hairs there. Rune shivered, but shook her head.
“Show me.”
“Why is this so important to you?”
“The way you said my name that night…” He ran the backs of his fingers up the buttons of her blouse. Rune’s stomach pinched with desire as he stopped to undo the uppermost one. “I want to hear you say it like that again.”
The words made her flush.
“Gideon—”
His fingers undid the next button while his dark eyes lockedwith hers, like a dare. She knew what those hands could do, and that mouth. He’d shown her before.
And because she couldn’t resist him—or a challenge—Rune stared him down as she untucked her blouse from her pants.
She felt the pulse in his wrist quicken as she took his hand in hers, sliding it under the silk, pressing his calloused palm against her stomach. His pupils dilated as she showed him exactly what she wanted: guiding his hand to her breast and cupping the soft curve with his palm, the way he did in her dream.
His thumb stroked, making her hum with pleasure.
“What else?” His voice was low as he nudged her temple with his.
Rune glanced around. But there was no one on this train except them—and, presumably, the conductor at the other end.
She undid the buttons of her pants, and took his other hand. Pressing his palm between her hip bones, she guided his fingers down between her thighs. His breath shuddered. The air crackled between them as his hand pressed into her soft warmth.
She did not take her eyes away from his face.
Gideon needed no instruction this time. They stared at each other as his hand moved against her, fingers stroking, warming. He slid one inside her and Rune clenched around him, gasping.
“This is what you dreamed of that night?” He sounded breathless. “This?”
She nodded, her body temperature rising along with the pleasure he was stoking. Her hands slid up the hard planes of his chest. Looping her arms around his neck, she pushed up on her toes and dug her fingers into his hair, sealing his mouth with hers.
Kissing Gideon was like coming home. A steadying force, reminding her of who she was, and where she belonged.
“Rune…”
