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"I'm sorry I'm late." He bent down and lightly kissed her cheek.
An echo of the sparks that had sizzled between them at the Palace of Fine Arts reception stung her cheek.She could no longer deny it: the man had an obvious effect on her libido.
Regie had to swallow twice before she could speak. “Well, a phone call would have been nice.” She tried to sound haughty, the way a peeved fiancée would, but this new sexy spy look of his threw her off-kilter. She sounded a bit breathless instead.
He smirked, hopefully, because of her pretending to be irritated and not because she’d become all flustered. “That dress looks amazing on you, Babe.” The sparkle in his eyes told her he knew exactly how much the nickname still irritated her.
She almost told him, again, to change the term of endearment, but swallowed the words when the mayor’s wife strolled by with a little wave to Regie and a very appreciative glance for Bolt.
“Let’s dance.” He held out his hand to Regie, one eyebrow raised.
She considered turning him down because the weird emotions flooding her body made her too discombobulated. But that would ruin the image of the happily engaged couple her PR team and Heimdall Shield had worked so hard to create. And dancing would give them the opportunity to discuss what they now knew about each other’s supernatural talents. “I didn’t know your skill set included dancing,” she said while placing her hand in his.
He interlaced his fingers with hers and placed his other hand just above the small of her back, pulling her close.
Another zing of electricity zapped her, and she worked hard to suppress the flush of heat that started low in her abdomen and flooded her body.
Bolt’s quiet chuckle told her she’d not been successful. His lips brushed against her temple so lightly she thought maybe she’d imagined it. But his breath heated her neck as he whispered in her ear. “You haven’t even scraped the surface of my skill set yet, Babe.”
Well, he didn’t need to practice PDA anymore. She could tell he’d reached the expert level.
Regie felt a flush creep all the way up from her toes to the roots of her hair. “I really do hate that nickname.” Her voice sounded hoarse.Indicating a new level of trouble.
“It’s not a nickname.” The rumble of his voice echoed in her own chest as he pressed her closer. “It’s a term of endearment.” He leaned a little lower and kissed her neck, teeth scraping against her skin, creating delicious friction.
She knew he put on the show for the cameras, but she couldn’t help the tendrils of electricity shoot through her nerves straight to her core. Heat pooled in her abdomen and then slid lower. A sigh escaped from her lips. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from moaning out loud.
Bolt had her more turned on with whispers and small kisses than most men had accomplished naked beside her in bed.
She was in so much trouble. Big, big trouble.
CHAPTER 16
Bolt pulled Regie to the dance floor, moved with her for a few paces, and then realized he'd been rude to everyone else at the table. He glanced over to where his colleagues sat. Arek and Nora grinned back at him with raised eyebrows. They would obviously razz him about his preoccupation with Regie later. But right now, that didn't bother him.
Her body felt so good against his, so right, that he could think only about her. He’d been going crazy since their time together at the Palace of Fine Arts. They needed to talk about her knowing about wolf shifters, but at this moment, he just wanted to enjoy the way her soft curves molded perfectly against his front.
Mine, his wolf purred.
Bolt ignored it.
Instead, he shifted his stand so the raging hard on in his pants wouldn’t press against her thigh.
"This feels like a lot of PDA."
"I figured we’d start strong and convince everyone of how in love we are."He chuckled, trying to not show how caught up in her scent and taste he’d gotten. She smelled and tasted so fucking good. “It’s what all the fake fiancés do these days.”
"I wouldn’t know. You're my first one." She leaned back so she could look at him. "Is your colleague going to be okay?"
So much for reveling in the physical feel of her body. She wanted to discuss the incident with Bayden, which made perfect sense.
"We don’t know, but we have great medical staff working on him." The wolf pack worried that Bayden had wounds that wouldn’t heal, but Ulf had contacted the Viking tribe’s medical doctor. And hopefully, she could help them. She’d gone to regular medical school but also had special powers. Bolt didn’t want to think of her as a witch, although he’d overlook that detail if she could cure Bayden.
"I'm sorry. I hope they’ll be able to help him." She leaned back into his embrace.
"They will." He kissed her temple again, intoxicated by the feel and smell of her in his arms. A languid sense of peace seeped into his body. He'd never felt so calm, and somewhere in the back of his mind, it worried him, but the thought floated away before he could capture it.
He pulled her closer, the scent of wildflowers growing stronger. She fit perfectly against him. His hand slipped lower on her back, the tip of his fingers caressing the top of her tailbone.