Page 34 of Polestar
His name, like that, from her… too much.
His hands moved up to her shoulders, caressing their way up her collar bones to her delicate throat to cradle her face as he kissed her.
His voice was low, almost a whisper of restraint as he spoke, a breath away from her soft lips.
“Ana, sweetheart, if you don’t want to finish this,” he paused, drawing a breath, “then we should part ways here.”
Her sweet breath shuddered against his, her body pliant, her lips parted.
All he had to do was lift the hem of her gown and she’d be his.It was all he had in him to resist the temptation to slide his palm along her thigh, to draw it up around his hip and settle into her heat.
She didn’t move as she considered his words.
His heart pounded in time with his throbbing cock.
He drew a deep breath to clear the lightheadedness, but all it did was embed the scent of the woman locked in indecision before him.
Slowly, she dropped her forehead to his chest as she slid her palms around from his back to his abdomen before she leaned back against the wall.
Releasing her face, Magnus’ hands retraced their path back down to her shoulders.He slid them along the length of her arms till he found her hands.
Taking them in his, giving them a little squeeze before releasing her, he backed a step, pulling her with him as they continued down the hall, the fingers of his right hand still entwined with those of her left until they found her room.
At her door, he lifted her fingertips and brushed his lips across her knuckles before letting go of that last little bit of contact and regaining full control over his body.
She reached for the doorknob, then turned to look at him, about to say something.
His heartbeat quickened.
She settled on, “Good night, Magnus.”
He nodded, “Good night, Ana.”He turned, striding toward his room.He heard her door click shut just before he reached his.
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Anadraggedherselfoutof bed, stumbled toward the shower, and forced her chaotic, exhausted emotions into a semblance of order.
After a kiss like that, how could anyone sleep?
Every inch of her body was hypersensitive and wound to the point of snapping.
All she could think about was the taste, smell, and feel of Magnus.
Magnus!How the heck had that happened?
She turned on the shower faucet with a snap.
It had all seemed to happen so quickly and without warning.
A moment of comfort quickly turned into something more.
When had she decided she wanted him before her brain knew it?
A small inner voice told her.She knew exactly when.
She tested the water before disrobing and stepped under the stream of warm water.
That first night on the tarmac when he’d taken her hand and helped her board the plane after lifting her suitcases like paper bags.
