The way he breathed her name set her blood on fire.
His fingers plunged inside her, deep and insistent. Like he knew exactly what he was doing.
Rune arched against his hand.
“Gideon.”
But instead of finishing, he pulled away.
The loss of him unbalanced Rune. “Wh-what are you doing?”
Glancing to the doors in this hallway, he stepped toward one and opened it, revealing an empty storage room. “This is a passenger train.”
“So?” Annoyed by his lack of attention, ofdevotion, Rune tried to drag his eyes back to her by tugging off her blouse and dropping it on the floor.
Gideon’s gaze zipped to the strap of her bralette.
“So…” he said, stepping toward her. “Passenger trains have sleeper cars.”
His arms locked around her waist as he pulled her against him. Rune tugged his mouth back to hers, kissing him as he walked her backward, toward the door between this car and the next. He opened it, still kissing her, and a rush of icy wind came howling in.
Rune yelped in surprise. Gideon ran his hands down her bare arms, which had erupted in goose bumps. Trying to warm her.
The wind whipped through their hair and clothes. It was twilight, and the stars were freckling the black sky overhead.
“Ready?” he called over the howling wind and rattling train, holding out his hand to her.
“This is madness!” she laughed, grabbing his hand and following him from one platform to the next.
When he opened the next door, Rune stepped inside another storage car.
“Let’s just stay here,” she said, pushing him up against the wall and peeling off his jacket.
“Tempting,” he said as the train lurched. “But no.”
He started toward the next door, kissing and caressing and coaxing her along with him. Rune unbuttoned his shirt as they went, pushing it off and pressing her mouth to the scar on his chest. Exploring him with her lips, tasting him with her tongue.
Gideon pressed a hand to the wall, his breath hitching. For a moment, he seemed about to give in to her. But he rallied and pulled open the door, dragging her to the next car.
Several more cars strewn with several more pieces of clothing later, they found what they were looking for: the sleeper car.
It was full night by then, and only the moon’s light flooded in through the windows. Gideon chose a room and pulled her inside, stripping off their undergarments as he guided her to the bunk.
“Tell me what you like,” she whispered in the darkness, her hands wandering over him as he laid her down in the crisp sheets.
“I like you,” he murmured into her hair, kneeling between her legs. About to finish what he’d started several train cars ago.
She shook her head. That wasn’t good enough.
The last time they’d done this, Gideon had known exactly how to please her. As if Rune was a locked door and he had the only key to open her.
Rune wanted to be that for him.
He lowered himself on top of her—gently, so as not to aggravate the fresh scars on her back—and started tracing a line down her body with his mouth.
“When you’re alone,” she said, undeterred, pushing herself up on her elbows, “and you think about us, together, what are we doing?”
He glanced up from where his lips were pressed to her thigh. “Doyouthink about that?”
