Page 44 of Polestar
She’d panicked over Iceland, was relieved to land in Ireland… and now?
Iceland was a cakewalk compared to Barentia.
Barentia would eat her alive.
Literally.
An ancient civilization of Northmen and women, never tamed like the rest of the world.Insular and strong in their brutal ways.
No, that was unfair.
She thought of Magnus.
He wasn’t brutal at all.As far as she’d experienced so far, he was more… gentle teddy bear than fierce wild northern polar bear.
Even when she’d ranted at him like an idiot.
God, what an idiot.
She sighed, throwing her cotton underwear back onto a pile she’d already moved several times.
She eyed the segregated pile of lace and satin thongs and bras she normally wore.
Definitely not practical.
But her favorites.
She sighed, picking up the small pile, trying to decide what to do with them when there was a knock on her door.
“Come in.”She got to her feet, expecting a member of the household staff come to deliver a message from Kane.
Magnus stepped inside, closing the door behind him, quickly surveyed the disaster, eyes landing on the cluster of thongs dangling from her fingers.
Ana couldn’t whip her hand behind her back fast enough.
She blushed when a thick blond brow rose over his twinkling blue-grey eyes.
She cleared her throat.“How can I help you?”
The corner of his mouth quirked as his expression turned mischievous.“Pack light—but maybe not too light, you’ll want to be warm.Wheels up at six.”
“Six!”Ana spun around, assessing her mess.“Just how cold will it be?”
When Magnus stepped close enough to peer over the mess, she had to resist the urge to lean back into his warm, wonderful smelling personal space, but it was hard.
He always smelled so good, and it seemed the more often she caught a whiff of whatever scent he wore, the more she wanted to sniff him.
And with it, came the recollection of how wonderful it felt to have his arms around her.
She tilted her head, turning enough to look up into his bearded face as he considered her piles of clothes.
Long, thick blond hair loosely braided back from his face.Deep-set eyes, and a straight nose over full lips, framed by his impressive beard.His grooming was impeccable, he smelled amazing and he just… enveloped her in a cocoon of security when he was so close.
She wanted more of that.More of him.
Her gaze swept his wide shoulders and thick biceps.
Her palms itched to explore his muscled arms, the ridges and valleys of his torso… and more.
