He grasped me to him. A small moan escaped me, and with a low rumble, he deepened the kiss. Torrents of power spiraled between my legs, roiling up through my abdomen, twisting my stomach, then blazing a vibrating path to wherever Rune’s body met mine. He reached an arm out and one of the benches scraped across the floor until it hit the other. We moved, as one, in small, halting steps to the benches. He explored my body, stroking his hands down my back, cresting my hips, and grasping my butt to pull me closer. His hardened need pressed a firm ridge against my stomach. My breaths came in staccato gasps as he ravaged my mouth. The hair on my arms and the nape of my neck rose as energy flowed in from the walls, floor, and ceiling. Melded signals from the hundreds of people above us in the crowded nightclub streamed through the air and bombarded me—sizzling against my skin. My gift called the power as a separate part of me, lost to my control. Our kiss broke as Rune lifted my top over my head.
