Page 13 of Polestar (The Global Paranormal Security Agency #3)

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.

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.

Is it?

Her robe fell from her shoulders, leaving only the thin night dress which barely covered the tops of her thighs.

Nothing else.

Magnus leaned back, one hand still on her rear, locking her in place so that she could feel his hard length and he could feel her moist heat.

The other hand cradled her cheek and jaw. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmured, gaze fluttering over her features.

Her hands dropped to his waist, tugging at his shirt, desperate to press her palms to his hot flesh.

“Kiss me, Magnus.” It was more a breath than a whisper.

Her brain screamed ‘ make love to me’ .

She had wanted it since she saw him that first night and buried it; like everything else she wanted.

He growled as his lips descended to hers.

Like the night before, the rumble of his growl shot straight to her core.

Her hands slid down. She unbuckled his belt before attacking his jeans, to free him in seconds as her hand slid behind the waistband of his boxers to grip his rigid length.

His growl deepened and the erotic need surged through her, gripping him hard and stroking.

He pulled his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the floor among her clothes.

Her hands shoved at his jeans. The boxers fell with them.

She stared at the sight of him, tongue darting over her lips as he pulsed with need.

Her gaze rose to meet the hunger in his eyes.

Would he devour her?