Page 83 of The Rake Desires the Diamond

He winked and grasped his cock.

Dampness pulled between Kat’s thighs. Blasted Evan. She was so close to finishing the portrait. “If you do not behave, I shall have to paint you pleasuring yourself.”

His grin wicked, he fisted himself with long, lazy strokes. “Keep painting, princess,” he said, his voice guttural with desire.

To the devil with his teasing. Besides, she had a big announcement she was anxious to announce. But first, she wanted to taste him. Kat dropped her paintbrush onto the palette and stalked toward him.

With a lustful gaze, he sat up and watched her approach.

Anxious to lap at the pearly drip taunting her, she folded onto her knees in front of him and licked. Evan tasted of salty sensuality with a hint of rather delectable citrusy sweetness. Lucky her.

She wrapped her lips around him and sucked him deep. His moans of pleasure spurred on her sensual licks and playful flicks administered in creative combinations.

His fingers tunneled through her hair, clouding her brain with lust. She’d meant to tell him something. But for the life of her, she had no idea what.

Cradling the back of her neck, he encouraged her with needy pleas. “That’s it. Take me deeper.” His hips rocked as her tongue coaxed pleasure from him. “Damnations, princess, you are so bloody good at this.”

She continued to work him in and out of her throat as she studied him with the intensity of a voyeur.

His lids drifted over his eyes, and his head dropped against the back of the settee. The muscles in his neck and jaw tightened. “I’m going to come.”

He’d barely finished his utterance when his body shuddered, and he cried out her name.

Pride surged through her. She’d escorted this beautiful man to another world using only her tongue and lips.

Stars! Kat was one lucky woman.

Evan succumbed to the sheer bliss of his wife’s skillfulministrations. Exploding. Floating. Falling… Falling… Falling….

When he landed, Kat sat beside him, her arms wrapped around him. A swish of brown paint adorned her forehead, and a dab of green dotted her adorable nose. Using his thumb, he gently cleaned her face as he stared into her eyes. Lord above, he loved his passionate, brave woman.

“Evan,” she shyly whispered as if they hadn’t just shared the most intimate of moments. “I have something to tell you.”

Caressing her cheek, his gaze intense, he willed her to continue.

She took his hand in hers and rested his palm on her belly.

He understood her meaning immediately, and the greatest joy he’d ever known bolted through him.

“A boy or a girl?” he asked.

Not that it mattered one iota.

Kat giggled. “I have not a clue. You will be a wonderful father either way.”

Evan a wonderful father? Who would have guessed it? But hell yes! He’d be the champion of all fathers. The king of fathers. The most devoted of fathers.

“Hmm,” he murmured, his hand warm between Katrina’s palm and belly. Do not ask him how he knew, but he was certain he was about to have a daughter, and what better way to celebrate than by making love to his wife?

Rearranging their hands so that he grasped her fingers in his, he stood, then tugged her to her feet.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

He inclined his chin toward the back of their studio.

Kat’s eyes lit up. Thereupon, his playful minx tugged him toward the stairs.

Hell’s bells! Evan was besotted and bloody content. He chuckled.