Primal Heat(Wild Lake Wolves Book 3)(10)

By: Kimber White

“Have a seat, Abby,” he said as he took the stack of papers from me and moved around me toward his desk. “Why don’t you sit tight while I look over what Foster’s done this time.”

“Oh. I mean, I can come back. Dale didn’t say anything about a deadline.”

I smoothed my skirt and sat back on the couch as Bas ran a hand through his hair and started thumbing through the papers. He was sexy when he laughed. He was devastating when he was deep in thought. His brows knit together, auburn like the rest of his hair, but blond at the tips. He tugged at his tie, loosening his collar as he slammed paper after paper against the desk. Whatever changes the congressman made to this bill weren’t ones Bas welcomed. Page after page, his scowl deepened, and I had the urge to run my fingers across his cheek to smooth away the deep lines forming around his perfect mouth.

God. I wanted this man. Pure and simple. There was no logic to it. No rhyme or reason. Just utter carnal lust. He stirred something deep inside of me. All danger and sex appeal. What’s worse, he was abundantly aware of the effect he had on everyone around him, I guessed. But now, while he was lost in troubled thought over Foster’s paperwork, I could watch him with abandon. His focus diverted.

Then, it wasn’t.

Bas slammed down the last page and sat back in his chair, hooking his hands behind his head, and he let out a sigh as he looked toward the ceiling. Again, he let out that low, rumbling growl and another thought slammed into my brain unbidden.

I wanted to see his wolf. What would it be like when he shifted? Would it be gory and brutal like you saw in the movies? Or would it happen so fast my eyes wouldn’t register it? Would he be Bas Lanier one second, then a fierce wolf the next?

Bas’s eyes flashed, locking with mine again, leaving me feeling exposed to him. He narrowed his and again that hint of a smile played at the corners of his mouth like he could read my thoughts or know what I look liked naked.

He unhooked his fingers from behind his head and slowly rose from his chair, moving around his desk with lupine grace. Almost as if I were his prey and he meant to stalk me. I had a dark flash of what it might feel like to submit to him. The instant I thought it, heat flared between my legs, my body answering the question my mind just asked.

Yes. Oh, yes. I would like to know what it felt like to give myself to him. I blinked hard and rose slowly to my feet. I had to get out of here. Staying in a room alone with Bas for another second might make me do or say things I’d regret later. He had some pull over me I couldn’t explain, but it was the kind of thing that could ruin everything for me. He was the job. That’s all. No matter how sexy he looked in his tailored suit, I’d worked too hard, had too much at stake to risk going down this path. I wasn’t my mother.

“Is there anything you’d like me to tell Mr. Thorp or Congressman Foster? Any notes you have for them?”

Bas kept moving toward me. His fingers trailed along the edge of his desk and I saw his eyes change. The pupils narrowed to pinpoints and the irises went pale blue, lined with black.

Wolf eyes. Feral. Dangerous.

A moment ago, I’d fantasized about what it might be like to see his wolf. I had a feeling I was about to get at least part of my wish.

“Abby, there are a lot of things I’d like to say to Dale and Foster. But, if Dale thought he could send you over here to distract me from what he’s trying to do with that bill, he’s made a mistake. A grievous one.”

What? Me? Oh, God. I’d done a poor job of hiding how much I liked looking at him. But then, a different truth slammed into place in my mind. Dale. The minute he said it, I knew he was right. Dale played me. Damn his werewolf eyes. My blood boiled again, but this time it wasn’t from naked lust, but deepening anger.

“Look, I have no idea what games you and Dale like to play with each other. Whatever . . . pack bullshit goes on between you. But leave me out of it.”

“Pack bullshit? I promise you, Dale Thorp isn’t part of any pack of mine, Abby. I wouldn’t have him.”

“Fine. Whatever. I’m really just trying to do my job. Is there something specific you want me to tell him, or was that pretty much it?”

Bas took another step toward me. Then another. Then he reached out and pulled me toward him. My skin flared hot where his fingers grasped my upper arms and rested on my shoulders. My knees went weak and my focus rested on the curve of his mouth as he tilted his head toward mine.

Then he kissed me.

The world was heat and light. Fireworks went off behind my ribcage, sending tingling heat straight down to my toes. I drowned in him. Starved without him. It was as if I’d just been injected with straight adrenaline and my heart started beating for the first time.

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