Page 14 of Hidden Heir With His Housekeeper

He hooked her panties, eased the scrap of lace down long slender legs and breathed in the musty scent of her arousal. Standing, he stared down at her lean body, the small but perfect breasts, the cascade of hair which halloed around her striking face. She was staring back at him, the flush of awareness turning to...

What was that? Because it almost looked like embarrassment.

But then she glanced pointedly at his boxers. ‘I thought we agreed we were in this together?’ she said in an unsteady voice, despite the snark.

He chuckled, her audacity easing the tension in his chest. Why was he making this a big deal?

‘Fair point, Princess,’ he said as he dragged off his boxers and threw them away.

Her eyes widened and the unyielding erection swelled as the last of the blood drained out of his head.

Women had looked at him before and commented on his size, usually with appreciation. But when those wide blue eyes met his again and her teeth chewed her bottom lip, he thought he saw panic flit across her features.

Okay.Unexpected.

Did she think he was some kind of brute? That he wouldn’t treat her with the care and attention she deserved?

He dismissed the thought, shoved it back into the box marked ‘newly discovered inferiority complex’ and climbed onto the bed, remembering at the last minute to reach into the bedside table. He’d never brought any of his dates here because this was his home base, so he was more than a little relieved when he found a condom.

He ripped open the foil envelope with his teeth then sheathed himself, frantic to get back to where they’d been moments before, when she’d come apart in his arms, before he’d had to worry about practicalities.

He lay down and stroked her cheek, then leant forward to devour those plump lips again. She lifted into his kiss, responding to him eagerly. And the panic receded, to be replaced by pride, smugness even, and pure unadulterated lust.

This was good, this was right. They had incredible chemistry. That was all. No biggie. A connection he intended to enjoy before she left in the morning. But they had a whole night to indulge themselves.

Even so, the desire to rush overwhelmed him as he reached down to find her ready for him. She bucked against his touch, her gasp one of surprise and surrender, which was more than enough to make his hunger spike.

‘Can I touch you too?’ she asked as he caressed her, her voice thick with arousal, but still oddly hesitant.

‘You don’t have to ask for permission,’ he managed, touched by the request.

But when she nodded, then reached down to curl slender fingers around his thick shaft, her touch was devastatingly intense even through the condom, and he realised his mistake.

As she stroked him, her caresses somehow both clumsy and bold, the climax built at the base of his spine, threatening to rage out of control... He could only stand it for a few seconds before he grasped her wrist and tugged her fingers away.

‘I need to be inside you, Beatrice.’

‘Oh... Okay,’ she said.

He nodded, then rolled on top of her and grasped her hips in his hands to angle her pelvis. ‘Lift your knees,’ he groaned as she grasped his shoulders.

He probed at her entrance and held her firmly to press home in one hard thrust.

She tensed, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. And he stopped abruptly. He groaned, the feel of her—so tight, so exquisite—almost more than he could bear. But had she just winced?

She was trembling and panting—but, as his own pleasure built, he could see hers slipping away.

‘Am I hurting you?’ he asked, determined not to move until he was sure, clinging to the last threads of his control. ‘You’re so tight,’ he managed as he struggled to hold off the urge to drive deeper.

He wasn’t a small man, he knew that, which was why he was always careful. But with her maybe he hadn’t been careful enough.

Shame washed over him as he waited, still lodged inside her, aware of her muscles contracting around him as she struggled to adjust.

‘Look at me, Beatrice,’ he demanded, his hand shaking as he cupped her cheek. ‘Are you good?’

She met his gaze at last. ‘Yes,’ she said. But he didn’t believe her entirely.

Her pupils had dilated to black, a sure sign of her arousal, but he could see the shock too. And feel the tension.

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