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Hopefully, all three of them, Nora, Ulf, and uncle Karl, would still be alive by the time Bolt caught up with them.

CHAPTER 8

Ulf didn’t consider himself a snob, but the basic motel room they found in Reno was a bit of a dump. The snowstorm had stranded a ton of travelers and most of the hotels in town were at full occupancy while the airlines figured out how to get everyone out. They’d been lucky to find any room.

Nora seemed unaffected by the shabbiness. She sat down in an armchair by the window and removed her boots, stretching out her long legs before her.

This incredible warrior woman messed with his mind. And his body.

He only had to look at her to grow hard. Even her bare feet seemed incredibly sexy. Actually, his dick had been on full attention pretty much since he first met her. Well, not when he’d knocked himself unconscious, and she dragged him through the snow. Hopefully, his fellow warriors would never find out about that, but she dragged him through the snow. Fucking awesome woman.

And yes, maybe his dick had not been super attentive not during the interrogation, when she’d tied him to the bed. No, actually, his dick had focused on her then too. But also, they—he and his dick—had been preoccupied with his full bladder.

And now he thought about being tied to a bed for different reasons, which did not make things better.

A weird fake-suede beige bedspread draped across the motel bed. Although he wondered how clean it was, his mind kept picturing her naked on top of the bed. Would that suede provide friction as he plunged into her? He needed to say something to get his mind off sex. “We should get some dinner. Are you hungry?”

She looked up at him, a myriad of emotions swirling around in her beautiful green eyes. “Starving.” She might not have meant the double entendre, but he inhaled sharply as his crotch tightened even more.

Nora must have picked up on where his mind was. Her pupils dilated, and she leaned forward as if pulled by an invisible force. He felt his own body move toward her chair. This was not a good idea. They were here to negotiate a hostage situation. Her uncle needed their help and she must worry about him horribly.

Now was not the time to bed her.

But they were stuck in this room until it was time to meet with the Russian witch. And he needed Nora. Needed her like he needed his next breath.

Mine, his berserker growled. He told it to shut the hell up. They had already established how obsessed his inner warrior was with Nora. No need to repeat it.

Also, take a number, Buddy.

The berserker wasn’t the only one who thought of this woman as theirs. She’d ruined him for any other lover and they hadn’t properly been to bed yet. He’d be worried about how she distracted him from a mission, if he wasn’t just so focused on the here and now.

On her.

Ulf kneeled by the chair and buried a hand in her luscious fiery hair.

She looked at him, her eyes deep pools of green. She stilled for a heartbeat but then moved in for a kiss and her body turned soft in his arms.

He angled his head for better access and deepened the kiss, pulling her closer to him.

It wasn’t enough. He needed to feel her whole body.

Ulf stood and pulled her up with him, out of the chair. Her glorious breasts pressed against his chest. He could feel her nipples grow hard through the cotton fabric of her shirt.

A growl escaped from his throat.

Trailing kisses down her jawline, he caressed her hip through her jeans. He wanted to throw her down on the bed and pound into her. Instead, he grasped her hands and pulled them behind his neck. Walking her backward a few steps, he gingerly lowered her on top of the drab bedspread.

Taking a deep breath, he sat back and looked down on Nora lying on the bed. Her lips were red and swollen from his kiss, which stirred up a deep alpha male pleasure inside him.

Her eyes gazed at him, slightly unfocused, and her red hair fanned out around her head like a fiery tiara. She looked like a goddess. His goddess.

His dick ached with the need to be inside her, but he had to slow this down. This had to be her choice. He couldn’t rush it.

She was worried about her uncle and may not be ready for more than kissing. “You can stop me at any time.

Her eyes focused, and she gazed at him for a few beats before nodding. “If I want you to stop, I’ll definitely let you know.” A lazy sexy smile stretched over her lips.

Pulling his T-shirt over his head, he lowered himself over Nora, seeking her lips with his own. She moaned softly as he caressed the side of her face and deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth thoroughly.