Page 33 of Polestar
“Magnus, I can’t.”
Something about those three words and the haunted look in her eyes cracked his heart.Her lower lip trembled.
“I told Carson I wasn’t ready.Maeda knows it.This is way over my head.”
Magnus reached for Ana, wrapping his arms around her trembling body, trying to comfort her.
She sagged against him.“If I couldn’t save Antony, how can I save anyone else?And now there’s black magic involved?”
Magnus didn’t answer.He didn’t have one to give, so he just held her.After a moment, her hands slid around his waist, and she held him back.
Closing his eyes, he rested his cheek on the top of her damp hair, inhaling the fragrance of her.
Coconut and vanilla and Ana.
The way she fit in his arms…the way hers felt around him…felt…Right.
He smiled against the top of her head when he felt her thumb stroking his spine.
Ana turned her face, resting her forehead against his chest, and drew a deep breath.
“You always smell so good,” she murmured.
“So do you.”He lifted his head from hers, inhaling her scent again.
Memorizing it, as though he hadn’t already.
She leaned back just enough to look up into his face.Her eyes shimmered in the low light of the hallway they still stood in.
He wished they were in his room, or hers.
She searched his face.
What is she looking for?
His gaze dropped to her plump lips, waiting for her to say what she was thinking, or ask a question.
He hadn’t expected her little pink tongue to dart out, to moisten her lips.
That tiny movement undid Magnus.A growl rumbled through his chest.
Her fingers clutched at his back now as her face tilted up to his descending lips.
Her mouth was ripe and lush, warm and inviting as the entire length of her body pressed to his.
He was suddenly hyper-aware that the only barrier between them was her thin nightgown and robe.
Dear gods, he wanted to take her to bed.
He hardened against the warmth of her belly, and she pressed into him even more.
Her tongue swept his lower lip, drawing him in.
He growled a second time, forcing her back a step to pin her body between his and the ornate wallpaper.
She gasped against his lips as his thigh moved between hers, pressing into her heat, eliciting a moan.
“Magnus,” she gasped.
