Page 6 of Hidden Heir With His Housekeeper

Go for it, Bea. After all, where has staying within your comfort zone ever got you but doing your father’s dirty work in really uncomfortable shoes?

‘What does theper semean?’ he teased.

‘It means it’s not a problem if you like me too,’ she managed.

Then cringed. Did that sound too forward? Too desperate? Too needy? Perhaps she should have taken lessons in flirting as well as languages, because she clearly had no clue how to throw herself at a guy with any degree of finesse.

But then the mocking light in his eyes died, to be replaced by something a great deal more volatile... And even more compelling.

Had she shocked this unshockable man? And why did that feel so powerful?

He placed his hand on the wall above her head, trapping her in the space. His gaze roamed over her, and she had the vague thought she had unleashed a force she had no idea how to handle.

But rather than scaring her, his thorough perusal felt exhilarating. Especially when she spotted the edge of another tattoo against the open collar of his shirt—and saw his pulse throbbing heavily in his neck. He was exhilarated too.

She gulped down the ball of heat forming in her throat as he leant closer and whispered against her earlobe.

‘FYI, I want to kiss you senseless right now, Beatrice. And there’s noper seabout it.’

She choked out a raw laugh, the confidence she’d struggled to locate for so long firing through her system like a drug. She lifted her arms and clasped his broad shoulders. Then ran her fingernails across his nape, thrilled by his shudder of response.

‘FYI,’ she whispered back as she pulled his head down to hers. ‘Why don’t you, then?’

He chuckled. And she felt like a superhero, before his mouth found hers...

His tongue slid across her lips, caressing, insistent. She opened for him instinctively, her heart punching her ribs in sharp staccato beats as his tongue thrust deep, exploring, exploiting, devastating...

The adrenaline kick throbbed between her thighs and her breasts swelled. She arched her back, desperate to alleviate the vicious ache in her nipples.

His fingers thrust into her hair, to hold her steady for the delicious torment. She’d never been kissed before with such hunger, such purpose, such determination and demand. And it was staggering and scary and mind-blowing all at once. But as her tongue tangled with his and she kissed him back with equal fervour, the passion locked inside her for so long burst free. And every thought bar one went up in smoke.

The Medford Ice Queen is toast at last.

Mason dragged his mouth from Beatrice Medford’s lips, his pulse pounding ten to the dozen and the desire flowing through his system threatening to affect his ability to walk.

He searched the woman’s stunning face in the shadows, saw the dazed expression in the pale blue of her irises as her eyes opened. Triumph and adrenaline hurtled through his body.

She had been as blown away by that kiss as he had.

There was nothing he enjoyed more than the unexpected. And Beatrice Medford, the Ice Queen with the artless smile and the hottest lip action this side of the universe, was the unexpected on steroids.

He cradled her cheek, ran his thumb over her translucent skin.

Yup, as soft and luscious at it looks.

She jolted, her skin blazing, and he grinned.

Wow, she was so responsive it was actually kind of ridiculous—and strangely endearing. Even though those wide innocent eyes had to be an act—because no one was this transparent, especially not a society princess who kissed with so much passion.

‘How about a drink?’ he murmured, framing her face in his palms, unable to stop touching her skin, the texture so fine, so delicate. He gathered a ragged breath and captured a delicious vanilla scent which was sweet and sultry and addictive all at once. ‘At the bar opposite,’ he added.

The last thing he wanted was to take her where people could see them, but the pressing need to cool down before he exploded was at the forefront of his mind—and stripping her naked in a nightclub corridor was probably out.

But if she didn’t stop staring at him with the sheen of passion dilating her pupils to black, he was not going to be able to walk very far.

She licked her lips, making the pain pulse in his groin.

‘Could we...? Could we go somewhere private?’ she said.

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