Page 61 of The Rake Desires the Diamond
Unwrapping the towel from his shoulders, he dried Katrina, her little mewls of pleasure indicating she enjoyed his ministrations. Starting with the tops of her feet, he worked his way up. Her calves. Her knees. Those shapely thighs. Her feminine belly.
But he mustn’t forget her sweet-as-summer-berries cunny. Grinning, he changed directions and pressed the towel to her mound. She sucked in a breath. As desperate as he was for her, he could not control his impulse to taunt. He massaged, but only just enough to make her writhe and gasp before moving on. Pushing onto his feet, he lavished his full attention on her breasts and nipples. The pink tips pebbled. Soon, very soon, he’d take them between his teeth and nibble.
He circled behind her, the towel searching for raindrops. Truth be told, he’d taken so long that she had dried a while ago, but that did not stop him from rubbing the fabric in slow circles as she sighed with pleasure.
He ached to touch her skin to skin. He dropped the towel and pulled her against him.
“My God, Katrina. You will be the death of me.”
“You are still wet,” she said.
By Jove, he was soaked indeed. And pressing his sopping clothes against her skin that he’d just warmed. What a foolish man he could be. He let go of her and stepped back.
Her eyelids dropped seductively as her gaze heated him to his bones. The cheeky chit had drawn him naked, so perhaps she’d enjoy watching him strip.
It was excruciating to unfasten one button at a time when he wanted to rip his shirt to shreds and press their naked torsos together. But her hiss as his shirt fell to the floor was worth every extra second. Locking his gaze with hers, he sat on the bed and removed his boots and stockings. Their stares remained intense as he stood and slid his trousers down his legs. Rejoicing when set free, his cock bounced and quivered, then stretched toward her.
She gasped, then swallowed. “Oh, my.”
So much for slow seduction. His willpower snapped, and he leaped upon her, entwining his fingers in her hair and tugging her head back.
She closed her eyes and moaned.
With his next tug, his tongue was in her mouth. Swirling. Exploring. Tasting. She matched his passionate desperation. He could stay in this room, kissing this woman forever. Yes, forever. And even that would not be long enough because heneeded so much more. Like his cock buried so deep inside her that they were one.
Resting his chin on her shoulder, he inhaled her hair. “You smell so bloody good.” Like summer air, fresh rainwater, and roses.
Her gaze dropped to his engorged cock. “May I touch it?”
“Indeed, and please.”
He guided her hand to his rod, and together they stroked. Flames shot from his shaft to his balls.
“I adore it,” she said, her voice husky with need. “Your skin is so soft, but you are so hard.” The minx had again bested him in the game of seduction. She squealed as he threw her over his shoulder, carried her to the bed, and then tossed her onto the center of the mattress.
At long last, he would sink into her velvet folds as they listened to the storm outside rage.
Chapter twenty-five
July 6th, 1818
The weight of Evan’s masculine physique pinned Kat to the mattress as his tongue lathed her nipples and his hard length pressed against her hip. Although wonderfully decadent, she wanted more.
He grinned against her breast as his fingers parted her folds.
The tease. All along, he’d known what she needed. She ground her sex against his hand.
“Yes. Right there. Please,” she begged.
With her nipple between his teeth, he chuckled, then tugged as sheyelped from the pain.
He blew where he’d bitten, easing the sting. Meanwhile, his fingers filled her. Mayhap two? Or perchance three? Thick and relentless, they pumped into her, delving out indescribable pleasure.
He stopped nipping and suckling to bring his lips to her ear. “You make me wild with desire,” his raw voice rumbled. “Your sweet cunny opens like flower petals blooming.”
Not to mention, it was slick from her weeping desire.
“You’re so hot and wet,” he said.
