Page 24 of Wolf Promise
Not. One. Bit.
If he had to listen to one more rich moron listing their art collection by value instead of describing what it looked like or why they liked it, he’d scream.
Regie tugged on his arm as he steered her toward a table of refreshments. “You seem tense. Did things not work out last night?” She wore a blue dress in a slinky material that tied in a bow under her left breast. He had spent a long time studying the knot, trying to figure out if untying it would make the soft material slide off her gorgeous body.
Dragging his gaze up, he noticed how the color of the dress set off the blue in her eyes.
“Bolt?” She shook his arm.
His gaze moved lower, and he got lost in the softness of her mouth. What would it taste like to kiss her?
His wolf rumbled. Claim her.
That shook him out of the weird trance, and Bolt quickly forced himself to stop obsessing about the woman’s lips and instead concentrate on the words they were saying. What had she been talking about? Right, last night. “There were some unforeseen complications.” That was the understatement of the year. They had no clue what had happened to Bayden. Mia kept digging through traffic camera footage, but there were none directed at the spot where their younger pack member had disappeared.
“I know you can’t tell me details about another case, but I’m sorry you’re worried.”
He forced his muscles to relax and appear less tense, but then he looked at her lips again, and a different kind of tension entered his body.
He’d lied to Justice. This job was not like any other job.
This woman was not like any other woman.
He was so screwed.
She’d named her company after the goddess of forbidden love. Did the deity also handle forbidden lust? Because he needed major help here.
Bolt reached for a glass of something beige and bubbly and handed it to Regie. “How about a drink, Babe?”
She took the beverage, but shook her head. “Please lose that nickname. I’ll have a sip if you want to toast with me, but champagne on a sunny afternoon will give me a major headache later on.”
So that’s what the liquid was: champagne. “Yeah, we should toast. After all, you did just announce our engagement.”
Regie blushed and glanced at the ring on one of the fingers holding her glass. “It wasn’t as much of an announcement as me just introducing you to some people. The official declaration of our upcoming nuptials will still be on Friday at the benefit gala.”
What would it be like to be married to a woman like her for real?
His wolf pushed its way to the surface. Mine, it whispered.
Stand the fuck down, Bolt ordered.
The beast chuffed its mirth.
This was not going to go well.
From her puzzled expression, he realized he’d been staring at her for a while and reached for his own glass to hide his weird reaction. “Let’s toast then, even if neither of us can actually drink this stuff.” He clinked his glass against hers.
She smiled and took a small sip while he pretended to drink.
A drop of champagne clung to her rosy lips as she lowered her glass, and he became obsessed with its slow glide downward. Without thinking, he leaned down and captured her mouth with his.
Regie froze for a beat, but then her lips softened, and her body melted into his. Bolt put down his glass so he could use both hands to pull her closer. He deepened the kiss and thrust his tongue into her mouth.
Stars exploded behind his closed eyes, and he groaned deep in his throat.
She exhaled and slid her hand to the back of his neck, nails scratching his hair.
He fucking loved it and pressed his erection into her lower stomach as his hands slid lower, cupping her ass.