Page 48 of The Rake Desires the Diamond

His chuckle vibrated her inner walls. Thereupon, his licks turned to suckling. With a few naughty nibbles here and there, he feasted upon her as if she were an epicurean delight.

She cried out as she humped his mouth with a crazed fury. Just when she thought her body might explode, he pulled away, leaving her a pulsing pile of need.

“More,” she begged as she reached for him.

The corners of his mouth turned up mischievously as he licked his middle finger. Palm up, he curled that finger inward, then slid it into her.

She gasped.

He pumped in and out of her. Soon, his mouth and hands worked in sync, two fingers curling inside of her, his other hand holding her folds open, while his tongue alternated between flat-tongued laving, and tracing little circles on her pearl. All the while, her talented lover occasionally caught her gaze and smiled. Oh, that beautiful, fun-loving smile!

If only this euphoric pleasure could last forever. But alas, her thighs quivered, and her hips bucked as she dug her fingernails into his scalp.

“Evan!” she screamed.

Stars burst into rainbow-colored shrapnel as she came apart beneath him. At length, she floated back to earth, landing on a puffy mattress of rose petals. Or so it seemed.

Evan was there, cradling her close, whispering worshipping words. How could she have ever mistaken her feelings for him for anything other than adoration?

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed,” he said.

“Now, do I get to see you naked?” Up close and personal instead of spying on him on the beach.

He kissed the top of her head. “In a moment, my darling princess.”

She traced the line of his jaw with her index finger. It was a strong jaw, masculine and chiseled. Perfect, really, except for the snore rippling from it.

Stars. She’d exhausted the poor man. She giggled, then closed her eyes.

Chapter twenty

July 2nd, 1818

As the haze from sleep lifted, Evan discovered his arms were wrapped around someone soft. He buried his nose in silky hair and inhaled roses. “Ah.” Katrina.

He opened his eyes.

Like rays radiating from the sun, long blonde strands fanned over the pillow beside him. Her creamy shoulders peeked out from beneath the counterpane. Never had he seen such perfect lips and rosy cheeks.

He licked his lips and tasted her essence. Heaven above. Virgins were delicious. And she was the most delectable woman in the world. He chuckled at the absurdity of his predicament—desiring this particular woman so much that he’d forgone sleep to draw and fantasizeabout her, only to fall into a deep slumber when he finally had her in his bed—and before he’d spent on her belly.

His cock came alive, begging to be freed from his trousers.

To wake her from her slumber and tup her silly, or watch her sleep? She was so damn beautiful lying there—the slight rise and fall of her bosom, the corners of her mouth turned up in an innocent smile.

Why not do both?

He’d watch her sleep a little longer, then wake her with intimate touches, and finally, at long last, fuck her until she again screamed his name. If he hadn’t had his arms wrapped around her, he’d have rubbed his hands together while contemplating the pleasure of what was to come. Oh, yes, he’d devised the perfect plan.

Someone pounded on the door. Evan almost leaped out of his skin. Katrina startled, then opened her eyes wide.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

It took one deuce of a gargantuan knuckle to make that much noise. And his best mate happened to have such a weapon.

“Eaton, wake up.”

Katrina sat up, the counterpane sliding down her torso to expose her breasts. “My brother,” she mouthed.