Page 33 of Impossible Heir for the King

‘Just?’ She was watching him like a wary little mouse. All wide eyes and silence.

‘Incredible.’ He kissed her, then breathed deep again and stood—lifting her with him—loving the way she automatically wrapped her arms around his neck. ‘If we stay out here we’ll get sunstroke. We need a bed.’

And he needed to get his head together.

But he could only stare at her for a second—clad only in those bikini briefs, her luscious breasts bouncing with their stiff little nipples rubbing against his chest like the little lick-me beacons they were... Yeah, she was a wet dream and he did not deserve this. But he refused to be a better man. He awkwardly snagged a couple of croissants from the kitchen counter on the way through to his bedroom. He put her on the bed and handed her one of the croissants before biting into the other. And moaned. Buttery soft and delicious. Of course it bloody was.

And she just smiled at him cheekily. ‘Niko?’

Maia wasprettysure she’d pleased him. But his groan had seemed awfully sudden and for a second after when he’d looked at her—he’d seemed shocked.

‘Eat,’ he ordered gruffly.

‘I’m fine.’

‘Just eat something,’ he advised. ‘You’re going to need it.’

She almost baulked at the ferocious intensity smoking in his gaze. Heat sparked. She was already too aware of the intimate ache deep inside, the hunger barely at bay. Sensation curled through her, making her restless. Heating and slicking deep in secret parts.

He finished his pastry in two more bites and his wicked smile slowly widened. ‘You decimate my expectations every time,’ he said. ‘I should have known.’

‘Is that a good thing?’

‘I have a feeling we’re about to find out.’ He frowned at the pastry still in her hand. ‘Do I need to feed it to you myself?’

She was astonishingly aroused at the thought.

His eyes sparkled. ‘Oh Maia, we’re going to have fun together.’

‘That is the plan,’ she said, desperately nibbling the edge of the croissant as if she had any control over herself anymore.

Sleeping with him was most likely going to be the biggest mistake of her life. But it was one worth making. She wanted this. To know. To understand. To have him in her arms. Enjoying her and giving her the things she’d been denied so long. Attention. Lust. Ecstasy. The delights of sensuality were a side of life she’d shut away for so long. She wanted what other people had and he could give it to her. He already had. It’s just that she was greedy and wanted more. And it was so nice not thinking about anything more. Not worrying about the future. There was only this delicious excitement and that she felt no self-consciousness at all amazed her. She felt utterly safe with him here like this—to say what she wanted, to do what she wanted.

‘You’re so beautiful.’ He pushed her back onto the bed and knelt over her.

Shealmostbelieved him this time. And then it didn’t matter because he was touching her. Stripping the bikini briefs from her. Kissing her. Tasting her. Every writhing inch. Until at last his hands stroked her nipples while his tongue slid over the secret nub of her sex. Her hands stretched wide on the big bed seeking something to hang on to as she shook with ecstasy almost as quickly as he’d done before. But then he still didn’t lie with her the way she wanted him to. He got off the bed.

‘Where are you going?’ she demanded, ferociously angry. Hungry.

She had what she wanted but she wanted more.

His smile was strained. ‘I’ve never been intimate without protection. I’ll just get—’

‘I’m already pregnant,’ she interrupted. ‘I know you won’t do me or the baby harm.’ She lifted her chin and blurted the truth. ‘I don’t want anything between us. I don’t care. I know—’

She broke off at the smouldering intensity as he suddenly swore pithily.

‘Are you sure about all this?’ He growled. ‘It can’t be undone, Maia.’

‘I’m not stupid—’

‘I know,’ he bit back. His hands on his hips, a picture of aroused, edgy male. ‘But this will change things.’

‘Don’t feel you have to—’

‘Stop.’In less than a second he was back on the bed, straddling her, his big hands taking her wrists. ‘Stop doubting how much I wantyou.’

She stared up at him. Her lips felt full, her whole body was humming with the remnants of bliss but with an emptiness that ached like nothing else.

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