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“Oh.”
“Yes. Oh,” he confirmed self-derisively.
Her throat moved as she swallowed. “What if I want you in the same way?”
His hands clenched and his body burned so hot, he really felt as if he might spontaneously combust. “Do you?”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Of course,Sapphie wanted Magnus. Both physically and emotionally.
He was everything, and more, that she or any woman could ever want.
He wasn’t just as handsome as the devil, he also had that air of cool self-confidence that was sexy as hell. As if he could do anything that he set his mind to do, and do it easily. Which currently included protecting Sapphie and Angel. Proving he was also one of the kindest men she had ever met.
It was a lethal package Sapphie had been fighting against being attracted to almost from the moment she met him.
To the extent it had been almost painful to leave London yesterday, knowing she would never see Magnus again.
But she’d also known she had no choice. That she would never do anything that might result in her losing Angel. No matter how attracted she was to Magnus or how much she ached to be kissed by him again.
A possibility that she knew was now wholly possible. Here, alone with him in the gym of his apartment.
“I do,” she told him as she stepped forward to close even the small gap that remained between them before putting her hand on his chest.
He grimaced. “I’m all sweaty.”
“You are,” she agreed softly. “I never knew it before now, but I definitely seem to likeyouall sweaty, at least.” She leaned forward to press her lips between where the dark hair covered his pecs. “You taste delicious too.” She held his gaze with hers as she slowly licked the salty moisture from her lips before returning for another taste. “Mm,” she groaned at the pleasure now coursing hotly through her body.
“You’re playing with fire, Sapphie,” he warned through gritted teeth.
She looked at him from beneath her lashes. “I’ve always preferred the heat.”
“I’m talking about a fire so strong, it will burn you,” he bit out, hands clenched at his sides.
Sapphie tilted her head back so that she could look directly into his eyes. It really looked as if there were fires burning in the depths of his dark green eyes.
“You’ll need to take another shower,” Magnus warned when she placed both hands on the heat of his chest to grasp hold of the thick straps of his tank top over both shoulders and pull herself up enough to be able to put her lips against his.
“We can take one together. Afterward,” Sapphie murmured before kissing him again.
Softly at first, questioning, before she pressed her lips harder against his when Magnus remained so tense, he barely seemed to be breathing.
He continued to remain that way for several long seconds until Sapphie ran the tip of her tongue along the thin line of his sealed lips. Seconds later, she felt a shudder of capitulation run the length of his body and his chest expanded fully as he began to breathe again.
His strong arms encircled Sapphie’s slender waist as he lowered his head so that his parted lips could now take fierce possession of hers.
Lips that tasted. Teeth that bit. Kissing her deeper and harder, as if he couldn’t get close enough.
Magnus kissed her over and over again, and Sapphie kissed him right back. Until there was only the ragged sound of their breathing and their low moans of pleasure breaking the silence of the room.
Sapphie’s hands quickly grasped Magnus’s shoulders, her legs automatically encircling his waist when he lifted her effortlessly and carried her across the room before lowering her onto the bench seat in front of the weight machine. He knelt in front of the end of the bench.
“Don’t move.” He placed a hand on her abdomen to stop her when she tried to sit up.
She dropped down so that her back was on the leather bench and her legs were resting on the floor on either side of it. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt Magnus’s hands grip the waist of her silky shorts before pulling them down and then taking them off completely.
Leaving her bared to him from the waist down.
