A startled cry left her lips as her hair fanned over the pillow. The air rushed from her lungs.
He followed her instantly, bracing himself above her, one arm beside her head, the other still holding her at the waist. His body caged hers in, heat surrounding her. A strand of his hair fell over his forehead, his expression sharp now, fully awake.
“Did you forget already?” he asked, leaning close, his voice low, almost dangerous. His breath brushed her cheek. “How you jumped on me in the bathtub? Forced yourself on me? Wouldn’t let me leave? Kissed me senseless?”
Every word made her burn deeper.
“Stop talking!”
Sophia squeezed her eyes shut and slapped both hands over her ears.
Her cheeks felt like they were on fire.
She had done that.
Oh God.
Magnus lowered his head, his lips hovering close to her ear, his voice dropping into a heated whisper that vibrated through her.
“Did you also forget how you climbed over me again after we got out of the tub?”
“Shut up!” she snapped again, shoving at his shoulders.
Her palms pushed hard against him, but it was like trying to move a wall.
He barely budged.
If anything, he only sank closer, hovering above her, his arms braced on either side of her head. The mattress dipped deeper under his weight. His shadow fell across her face, trapping her beneath his gaze.
“I wasn’t in my senses last night,” she said through her teeth, her eyes darting away, refusing to meet his.
Magnus’s lips curled slowly, amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“You were the one who pinned me down,” he said. “You wouldn’t let me leave. You kept kissing me.”
His voice was calm, almost lazy, but the look in his eyes was anything but.
His mouth curved with mocking amusement.
“Why do you always forget your crimes every time?”
Her breath caught.
Heat rushed up her neck. Images flashed in her head, messy and hot, tangled limbs, desperate kisses, hands grabbing. Her stomach twisted violently.
“You didn’t have to be so fucking kind to let me do it to you then,” she shot back, though the words came out weaker than she wanted.
Magnus’s hand slid from her waist to her hip, settling there, as he shifted slightly between her legs.
Sophia felt it.
A sharp breath tore from her throat, her fingers tightening in the sheets, but he only watched her reaction closely, eyes darkening with interest.
He held her gaze, unblinking.
His other hand moved upward, fingers slipping behind her ear, warm against her skin. His thumb began drawing slow, lazy circles beneath it, gentle, unhurried, yet it sent tiny shivers spreading helplessly across her body.
“You’re right,” he murmured. “Being too kind is a bad trait nowadays.”
