Page 36 of Bolt's Flame
“Bolt?” she whispered, sitting up, her voice thick with sleep. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”
I stepped inside, letting the door click shut behind me. “Yeah. It’s fine. Just checkin’ on you.”
Her eyes searched mine, and I knew she wasn’t buying it. Fiona had a way of looking at me like she could see through all the bullshit, right to the parts of me I tried to keep hidden.
“Does it have to do with why everyone rushed out earlier tonight?” she asked, her voice husky, making me want something I figured she wasn’t ready for.
I didn’t want to get into the details—couldn’t drag her into the mess that was happening with Dragon Fire. But I couldn’t lieto her either. “We had some trouble with another club tonight. Spinner got hurt.”
Her expression softened with concern. “Is he okay?”
“He’ll live,” I muttered, running my hand down my beard. “Got beat up pretty bad.”
She was quiet for a moment, her eyes locked on mine, and I could see the questions swirling behind them. She was nervous, curious—I could see it in the way her hands gripped the edge of the blanket—she wanted something but wouldn’t ask.
“You’re worried about me,” she said after a long pause. It wasn’t a question.
I nodded. “Yeah. I am. I needed to see you.”
Fiona looked down, her hands still twisting the sheets. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this, Bolt. For everything that comes with being part of your world.”
“I don’t blame you,” I admitted, my voice almost hard, thinking she was backing out. “But I want you to be part of my world.”
She looked up at me, her eyes soft but filled with uncertainty. “Then can we maybe... Bolt... I want...us to get closer. I trust you.”
I stepped toward her, my hand reaching out to gently brush her hair back from her face, knowing what she wanted. “You’re safe with me, and I would never hurt you.”
She didn’t say anything for a long time, just stared at me, her expression unreadable. But then, slowly she pulled the covers back in an invitation I wasn’t about to reject and nodded. “I believe you.”
I WATCHED AShe undressed and my mouthwatered at the sight of him, and I realized as my hungry eyes ate him up that I was one lucky woman. He took a condom out of his wallet and laid it on the nightstand before crawling into bed and taking me in his arms.
“I’m gonna warn you Fiona,” he whispered into my ear as he drew me close. “I like to talk dirty during sex, so prepare yourself because I never know what the fuck will come out of my mouth.”
He didn’t give me time to answer as his lips took mine in a hungry kiss that made me forget whatever he just said. His hands reached for the hem of my nightgown and pulled it over my head and threw it to the floor.
“Fuck,” he said as his eyes went over my body. “It’s like you were handmade for me.”
His fingers traced the contours of my body like a map he was eager to explore, his touch teasing and tantalizing, setting my skin on fire with a lustful need I had never felt, even in my dreams. His lips found mine, every kiss a pledge of passion that sent currents of pleasure shooting through me. I had never felt anything so raw, so undeniably real.
James, even at the beginning, never brought this spine-tingling pleasure out in me, this need so powerful I could die with it.
As Bolt’s hands roamed across my skin, I reached out for him, pulling him closer. Our bodies intertwined, our breaths coming faster. I was far from a virgin, yet with Bolt it felt that way. He was different. He wasn’t my past; he was my present and hopefully my future and so damn sexual that he had me panting.
His husky whispers filled my ears in the darkness, his words promising infinite tenderness and wild, dirty sex wrapped in one. Every gasp I took was filled with him, every sigh resonated with us. The beating of our hearts, the gasps, and the moans drowned out everything else; the world outside our bubble ceased to exist.
I arched into his touch as he murmured some very dirty things into my ear, his voice deep and seductive - he didn’t lie when he gave me that warning. He held nothing back, his kisses deepening, our dancing tongues quickening. My name on his lips was full of a need that had my body in flames.
Bolt leaned back suddenly to look me in the face and murmured, “I’m never gonna get tired of havin’ you like this.”
“God, you make me feel so...” my words trailed off as he kissed his way down to my stomach, his beard brushing softly against my skin, then lower, his hand spreading my thighs, and his head dropping as his tongue started licking my pussy like a man starving. I let out a surprised gasp, a quiet whimper. My fingers ran through his hair, tangling in the soft strands. Bolt chuckled low and husky against my skin, his breath tinkling my thigh.
“You taste so fuckin’ good,” he murmured against me, each word punctuated by another wicked stroke of his tongue that had me bucking against him. He growled deeply, wrappingan arm around my waist to keep me pressed closer to his mouth, devouring me with a hunger I thought only happened in fantasies.
“Bolt,” I breathed out, my voice shaky and filled with need. A thrill coursed through me as he continued using his tongue, his breath hot against my pussy. Every stroke of his hot tongue felt like he was breathing fire, causing me to cry out. He brought something out of me that no other man had managed.
He made me burn for him.
Crave him with a need that I would do whatever he asked of me just to keep feeling this way.