Page 45 of Polestar
Her eyes sought his lips, remembered that kiss in the hallway the previous night, and how it had left her wanting so much more.
She bit her lip.Did he want more of her, too?
That kiss… left her with the impression that he might.
“I don’t see much that’s appropriate for Barentia temperatures.We’ll just have to make sure you stay close so I can keep you safe and warm.”
“Safe and warm?”she repeated as his words made their way through the haze of distracted visual exploration she’d been engaged in.She blinked, turning toward him.
Ana looked up at Magnus, his eyes locked on her lips.
Her breath hitched as her face tilted up toward his.
“I’m partial to blue,” his low voice rippled through her.
“Blue?”She licked her lips, inching toward him, mesmerized.
A light tug drew her attention to the hand that still clutched her forgotten underwear.A sapphire blue satin thong dangled from Magnus’ forefinger.
Ana’s cheeks flamed.Desire swept down her body, pooling at her core.Her nipples peaked as she stepped closer still.
Chest tight against the overwhelming desire, she sucked in a breath, dragging his delicious scents into her.
She’d never been sensitive to scents before, but it seemed she was becoming intoxicated by him.She couldn’t get enough.
Magnus’ warm hand slid behind the edge of her silk robe, pulling her to him.
She gasped as their chests collided.
He took advantage of her open mouth, slipping his tongue across the tip of hers between her parted lips, inciting sparks of erotic sensations all over her body.
She crackled.
Her fingers shook as raw desire raged through her, surprising the logical part of her brain, which seemed so very far away now.
What was it about Magnus that made her feel so primal?
She wasn’t a shifter.She didn’t have those instincts.
Do I?
His lips left hers as he nibbled his way along her jaw to her throat.
She bared it to him.Her fingers clasped his arms for support as she pressed her body into his.
The sensation of his beard along her sensitive flesh made her shudder and groan as he inhaled her scent.
His large hand slid down her back to grip her bottom as he pulled her against his steely erection behind the barrier of his jeans.
Desire slammed through her, stealing her breath away.
What’s happening?
One moment she was sorting clothes, the next she was throwing herself at a man she’d only known for a few days.
A colleague, her small, logical brain, reminded her.
This isn’t me.
