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Magnus snorted. “That is just bullshit.”
“I know how to keep my daughter safe,” Sapphie dismissed vehemently.
“I’m offering to help you do that.”
“Why?” she challenged.
Again, Magnus wisely wasn’t going to lead with the chest-beating claimbecause you’re both mine. Not yet, anyway.
He glanced across at Angel, noting there were now tears falling silently down her cheeks, despite her gaze remaining fixed on the TV screen.
She looked like a very sad little girl. The same child who had named the spider in the bathroom Henry because he was her only friend.
He turned back to Sapphie. “I’ve told you before, I really don’t like bullies. Which is what the Carluccis have been by trying to take your daughter from you after their son died.” He couldn’t bring himself to call the other man Sapphie’s husband. “I want to help protect you and Angel until we can legally get things sorted out with them.”
“We?” she echoed incredulously. “Why would you offer to help us when we only met you for the first time yesterday?”
And in that short span of hours, Magnus had suffered through a sleepless night thinking about Sapphie. Learned this morning from Linus why she was so suspicious of strangers. Along with the fact Sapphie and Angel had left London and were now in Edinburgh.
He’d also taken a helicopter ride up here, alongside Angus, who really hadn’t enjoyed the experience. Then driven from the airport into the city in a hired SUV so that he could find the house where Sapphie and Angel were now staying. This house.
He was getting too fucking old to go through this amount of emotional angst and worry in such a short length of time!
He was also thinking of totally uprooting his life and moving back to London, based on these new feelings he had for Sapphie.
He certainly didn’t appreciate her suspicion and scorn as to his motives for being in Edinburgh.
“I would like to think I would help you and Angel anyway, but the truth of the matter is that the main reason I feel compelled to offer to keep you both safe is because ofthis.” He closed the door behind him as he stepped forward into her space.
He reached out to place a hand beneath her chin to lift her face up to his before his lips crashed down onto hers.
Sapphie was initially too takenaback to respond to or resist when Magnus’s lips claimed hers. By the time that shock had abated enough for her to gather her scattered thoughts, she’d realized she was already kissing him back.
His lips had now gentled rather than continuing to be demanding. Slowly exploring and claiming, his tongue licking and tasting, and encouraging her to do the same to him. His arms about her waist molded her body tightly against him.
It was so long since Sapphie had been held by anyone other than Angel, let alone kissed by them. Longer than the two years Marco had been dead, their relationship having deteriorated so badly by the time of the helicopter accident that they had no longer even shared the same bedroom, let alone the same bed. Sapphie hadn’t been able to bear the thought of being touched by Marco when she knew that part of him would in all probability be inside some other woman’s body later than night or possibly the next.
She had been too busy hiding from Marco’s parents these past two years to allow anyone but Angel to be close enough to actually touch or hold her.
Certainly not in the intimate way in which Magnus now was.
Nor was he trying to hide his physical reaction to her, the long length of his erection pressing against her belly between where their bodies met and melded.
Sapphie had felt both anger and fear when she realized Magnus had followed them to Edinburgh. But the moment she’d looked at him, wearing black biker boots, fitted blue jeans, and a thin dark gray cashmere sweater that molded to the muscular contours of his chest and stomach, with the sleeves pushed back to just below his elbows, her libido had once again gone into overdrive.
She’d never thought of a man’s forearms as being sexy or erotic before, but she knew she could easily develop a fetish for Magnus’s strong and veined ones.
He also smelled delicious. A combination of bergamot and citrus, along with male musk. She knew the latter was uniquely Magnus rather than manufactured.
All of him, from his height to his muscular body and his scent, aroused Sapphie. Her breasts felt swollen and sensitive, the nipples engorged and aching. Between her thighs felt hot and wet. Very, very wet.
Magnus lifted his other hand so that both his large hands now cupped either side of her face, allowing him to tilt her face up to his so that he could explore her lips and mouth more deeply and more passionately.
The longer he kissed her, and she returned those kisses, the weaker Sapphie’s defenses became, until she knew she had none left. That she just wanted to surrender to the strength and the protection of this man?—
“Are you kissing my mummy?”
What the?—
