Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

R egie put her keys in the bowl on the table next to her apartment's door. Bolt helped her off with her coat and his hands on her shoulders made her shiver again.

"Are you cold?" He threw their coats on the couch.

She shook her head. "How about something to drink?"

"You go ahead. I don't drink while I'm working."

Right, she forgot, again. This was a job for him. She squelched the disappointment rising in her chest, but some of her thoughts must have shown on her face.

Bolt took a step toward her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Hey, what's wrong? We'll get the stalker. It's just going to take some time. But we're not stopping until you're safe."

"It's not that. "

He pulled her closer, enveloping her in his arms. "Are you still upset about what your grandfather said?"

She snuggled into his warmth. Who could think about anything else but how good he felt when he stood this close? "No, I'm fine," she mumbled against his chest. She pulled away before she did something stupid, like tear off his shirt and have her way with him. "You're probably tired. I'll let you get some rest."

"Are you saying I look tired?" He chuckled and nudged up her chin with a knuckle, forcing her to look into his gorgeous hazel eyes.

"No, what I mean is that you'll be able to search for the stalker better if you grab some rest now, while you can." She sounded like a stuttering idiot.

"Nice recovery." He quirked an eyebrow, grinning at her.

His lovely smile lightened his hazel eyes to light green. Not the bottle green of his wolf, but that of a forest lake on a clear sunny day. And when he appeared happy, his chiseled face took on a boyish slant. Well, a bad-boyish slant. Familiar heat pooled deep inside her. "A few hours in bed will make you more efficient later, I think. Maybe?" She had an advanced degree and still she babbled like an idiot. What was wrong with her? "I mean, I'm always more productive when I've had some rest." This man, that was the problem. This man and his effect on her body made her forget how to speak in sentences that were above a fifth-grade reading level.

He pulled her closer. "Why don't you join me in bed? Knowing that you are right next to me so I can protect you will definitely make me feel rest better." His kiss started out light, lips nipped at hers, sampling and coaxing.

But then, it turned more demanding. His mouth pressed firmer against hers, and his teeth added just enough zing for her to melt into his arms.

She kissed him back. Hard.

Electricity crackled through every nerve in her body, heat tracing her skin.

She thought about all the reasons for why going to bed with him would be a bad idea. Their fake relationship. He kind of worked for her. Well, she didn't exactly sign his paycheck, but he worked for a company that she had hired. Actually, Heimdall didn't really work for her. They'd signed a contract to protect her, yes, but her firm paid their bill. So, did Bolt work for her?

As if he knew her brain was working overtime, Bolt shed his jacket and backed her up toward the couch. At the last minute, he turned and sat, pulling her down into his lap. He grunted when her bottom met his hard cock.

She wiggled against him, which earned her a deep groan and a harder grip around her shoulders. His other hand brushed her hair back and then trailed down the ridge of her ear and the line of her jaw. She loved that gesture and leaned into his palm .

He released her mouth, and on the other side of her face, his lips followed a similar path to the one his fingertip had taken. "Come to bed with me," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

She wanted to protest. Being physically intimate with him would really screw with her brain. She already had problems remembering that their relationship wasn't real.

And then she remembered the promise she'd made to herself earlier in the evening. For tonight, she would just feel and not worry about anything else. She opened her lips to say okay, but as he scraped his teeth along her jawline, down her neck, and lightly bit her collarbone, she forgot all her words and instead a loud moan escaped her lips.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating inside her ribcage. Standing up, he scooped her into his arms and strode into her bedroom. He dropped her onto the comforter, leaned over her, and claimed another long, deep kiss.

A thought managed to penetrate her lust-infused brain fog, and she pressed against his chest. He leaned back, frowning, his gaze searching her face.

"The cameras," she whispered. "I forgot about the cameras in the living room."

A smile lit up those gorgeous eyes again. "I'll have someone erase the footage. But they wouldn't see much. I made sure my back faced the lens most of the time."

Clever, clever, man .

She grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him down further, but he resisted, holding himself up. Tracing her arms over his shoulder and down his arms, she reveled in the feel of his hard muscles flexing under her touch. She reached up and nipped his jaw.

Bolt growled, eyes blazing in the semi-darkness. He pulled the tie over his head and flung it across the room.

Regie scooted up on her knees and helped him unbutton his shirt. Pulling the sides apart, she paused to admire his chiseled front. She bit her lip, tracing a finger from his collarbone down his chest , across his abs, and then along the line of dark hair that his pants interrupted.

"You're killing me," Bolt rumbled, throwing the shirt in the same direction as the tie.

"Just admiring the goods," Regie whispered, leaning back to see him in all of his bare-chested glory. "Like Grandfather said, I haven't had a stud in my bed for ages." She smiled and started to unbutton his pants.

He caught her hands. "That's enough punishment for me. Now it's your turn." He rolled to the side and onto his back, pulling her on top of him.

She sprawled against his front, wiggling her hips against his delicious hardness.

He drew in a quick breath as he traced the decollete of her dress. "This dress looks amazing on you, but it's time for it to go. "

Regie sat up and freed her legs and butt from the dress material. She crossed her arms in front, grabbed the garment at her waist, and pulled it over her head.

Bolt froze. "No bra either," he breathed out, his hands found her hips.

"It's built into the dress." She tried not to squirm as his gaze roamed over her naked skin. Thanks to her love of running and fitness classes, her body looked fit. But compared to his chiseled gorgeousness, she lacked definition.

His eyes shone, and he traced a trail from her shoulder and down between her breasts.

"So beautiful," he whispered.

She felt herself blush, but luckily, he couldn't see it in the low light. Leaning down, she bit his lower lip and then soothed the sting with her tongue before claiming his mouth fully with hers. Their tongues thrust and twisted, playing a game of give and take while she unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. She scraped her nails down the part of the path of hair she'd missed before. Her fingers hit the band of his boxer briefs, and she lowered it to release his rigid hardness. Murmuring a sound of approval, she wrapped her fingers around his stiffness and gently pulled down.

"Careful," Bolt groaned. "I've been on edge ever since you came against my hand out on the balcony." He gripped her hips and rolled her beneath him .

His hand traced the side of her ribs from the bottom up and then cupped her breast. She arched into his touch, moaning deeply. His fingers caressed both of her nipples until her breath became ragged.

He leaned back and capture her wrists in both his hands. Collecting them into one, he raised them above her head. He lowered his mouth and lavished one nipple with his tongue, his fingers mimicked the movements on the other.

Tendrils of heat swept from her breasts straight to her core. Warmth pooled in her abdomen and then flowed lower. She moaned loudly.

Bolt leaned back again.

Still holding her arms over her head, he removed his pants and underwear. He traced the outside of her leg from knee to hip before slipping his fingers between her legs as his lips claimed the other nipple. One finger slowly slid down her wet slit and slipped inside her.

"I want to see you come again," he whispered in a gravelly voice. "But this time I want to experience it with you naked."

Her hips jerked up, and she could feel his smile against her breast. He slipped another finger inside her and pressed the base of his palm against her mound. She closed her eyes and pressed herself against his hand. She couldn't think.

Could only feel .

His mouth continued to suck and nip her breast, his hand milking her in the same rhythm.

Regie gasped, trying to pull enough air into her lungs. Her head fell back as pressure built inside her, filling her up. "I want you inside me," she groaned.

"Patience," Bolt growled.

She opened her eyes, glaring at him. "Now," she snarled.

He grinned, eyes smoldering. "As you wish." He left the bed for a brief moment and came back with a foil package that he ripped open with his teeth. As he leaned back over her, he quickly sheeted himself.

Regie clasped his shoulders, pulling him back toward her. She wanted his skin pressed against hers. Needed the warmth of his body against hers.

He grabbed her thighs, separating them as he pressed his cock against her wet core.

She dropped her knees to the side, opening her legs even wider, like butterfly wings.

Staring into her eyes, Bolt slid deep inside her.

She groaned as she adjusted to his girth.

He slid out and then pushed back in, setting a faster and faster rhythm.

Her hips jerked, meeting him thrust for thrust. She tried to hold his gaze, but as she lost herself to his thrusts, her head fell back and her eyes closed .

Pressure built inside her, expanding until she didn't know if she could handle any more.

Stars shimmered behind her lids and exploded into a cascading meteor shower as one of his powerful thrusts sent her over the edge. Wave after wave of release flooded her body.

Bolt bit her neck, pushing her further into the abyss of pleasure.

He shouted her name as he found his release, still pumping inside her until he froze and shuddered one last time. Collapsing beside her, he flung one arm over his head. "Amazing." He leaned toward her and grazed his lips against her temple. "Absolutely amazing. You're amazing."

Regie smiled and curled into his side, her limbs slack. She tried to respond, but could only groan.

He chuckled and kissed her temple as he pulled the comforter over her.

She muttered her thanks and then sleep claimed her.