Page 63 of The Rake Desires the Diamond

A warm beam of light roused Katrina from her slumber. Flinging her forearm across her face, she shielded her eyes from its glare. From beside her, someone shifted. For a moment, she thought Beth was moving about. But then she recalled she was at an inn with Evan, and apparently, they’d fallen asleep.

She’d been gone for so long that someone might come looking for her. However, there was no need to worry, forsurely Beth would cover for her. But what if thatsomeonewas her brother? And what if he found her like this? Naked and in bed with the man he’d forbidden her to see. Gasping for air, she sat up.

A strong arm wrapped around her waist. “Mmm. How do you feel, my darling princess?”

Stars above. Could there be a more alluring man than this green-eyed god with mussed hair and chiseled jaw grinning at her?

Ignoring the lust shooting through her, she tugged on the counterpane, doing her best to conceal her nakedness. “I think we fell asleep and have been here all night.”

He chuckled and pulled them chest to chest. “Nay. We have only slept for an hour or so. The storm is over, and the sun is coming back out.”

As much as she hated to leave his muscular embrace, she should be on her way. With every part of her intoxicated by his masculine potency, she reluctantly untwined herself and tried to swing her legs over the edge of the mattress.

“Where do you think you are going?” he asked.

If she peered over her shoulder at him, she’d never leave, so she fixed her gaze on the far wall. “I should get dressed.”

He snorted. “Not yet. I’m starving.”

She did not fight him as he yanked her back to his chest—mostly because she craved his company. However, it had also been hours since she’d eaten.

“But where shall we dine wearing soaked clothes?” It would be exceedingly uncomfortable. Squishy and cold. She grimaced. On second thought, partaking of a tray of sustenance—with him—in this room, would be delightful.

One of his eyebrows playfully bounced. “I was not planning on wearing clothes. And your frock will get in the way while I’m licking the hell out of your sweet little cunny.”

Stars above! She gasped as hersweet little cunnysomersaulted all over itself. The mere thought of the things Evan Eaton did with his tongue, lips, and fingers drenched her inner thighs.

“Come here.”

His low command sparked a shiver that skittered up the back of her neck. Without giving her time to obey, he slid down the mattress.

Lawds almighty! Not only was she sitting on his face, but he also swept his tongue along her slit. With his nose and mouth buried beneath her curl-covered mound, he peered up at her through lust-clouded eyes.

This was entirely too taboo. She should not give in to her base instincts. Particularly the one in which she rocked her quim over his mouth as he pleasured her.

His palms pressed into her buttocks as he lifted her ever so slightly. Probably because she was smothering him. Her cheeks burned from humiliation as she tried to crawl off him.

Digging his fingers into her flesh, he held her in place. “Ride the fuck out of me, Luv. I’m famished.” He lowered her arse until his mouth was beneath her quim. Humming as if he were dining on the finest of feasts, he suckled at her entrance.

Apparently, her embarrassment was unfounded. He’d simply rearranged her momentarily so that he could rasp those filthy, enticing words she loved. Longing shot through her, and her core pulsed with need.

Sitting tall, she braced herself against the wall and undulated as he thrust his tongue into her.

Leaving a trail of tingles in their wake, his hands traveled up her body to cup her breasts. Moaning his pleasure into her cunny, he increased the pressure and speed of his probing tongue. Writhing like a wild animal, she squeezed his head between her thighs and rubbed her hungry sex against his face.

Those warm hands caressed their way back down her torso, stoking flames. He slid a finger beside his tongue, and with a small circular motion, he massaged her special spot, the tempo of his finger synching in time with his vigorous mouth.

“Oh, Evan,” she cried as she ground down hard. Almost at the precipice, she wanted to leap. Edging closer and closer, she halted her frantic movement and stilled. A whirling bliss filled her. “So close,” she panted.

Evan withdrew his finger, and he grasped her hips. He lifted her, slamming her down hard as his tongue flicked.

“Evan,” she screamed as gold sparkles exploded behind her eyes, and her body took flight. Ascending higher and higher, she left her earthly restraints behind. She hovered, suspended at the peak of ecstasy before beginning her tingly gliding descent. Sated and limp, she crashed onto the mattress.

He scooted up the bed to lie beside her. “I knew you would be this sensual,” he said, caressing her cheek.

“You did not.” She playfully slapped his shoulder. “I recall you calling me a stick in the briars.”

She adored his warm chuckle.