Page 66 of The Rake Desires the Diamond

She dropped her hands, peered up at him, and giggled. He’d been mistaken. She wasn’t crying. Quite the opposite. She was laughing so hard her body convulsed.

“I am unharmed,” she said between chortles.

Lust accompanied his relief. Let the record show, it wasn’t his fault he was a lecherous shite-arse. How could he stop his wanton desires when her bare breasts bounced with each chuckle? Even more enticing, the curls covering her quim were visible every time the waves receded? Hell and damnation. He needed to get her into her frock and deliver her to the inn. And he needed to get his aroused prick back into his trousers.

He stood. “We should get dressed before someone comes along and sees us.” Extending his hand, he pulled her onto her feet.

“Who would possibly come along this late at night?” She swept her free arm outward, indicating the empty beach. “And to this secluded spot?”

Any manner of individual. Drunks. Scoundrels. Greyson. Her brother.

As she tugged him toward their belongings, his brain and cock battled. The latter wanted to plant itself deep inside her while the smarter of the two screamed, “Make haste and dress!”

The decision was taken from him when she dropped onto the blanket and pulled him down to lay beside her.

He should stop her. Tell her they would be caught. Again. And soon, their luck would run out. However, it was impossible to say anything while he was moaning. Pleasure shot through him as one of her soft hands grasped his cock, and a finger of the other traced gentle circles on his chest. And her tongue? Christ! It was licking its way down his torso.

To the devil with it all. He couldn’t have dressed himself if threatened at gunpoint. He pillowed his head on his palms, relaxed into the blanket, and watched her.

Grasping his cock firmly, she peered at him from beneath her fluttering lashes. “I want to taste you.”

Hell yes! “Please do.”

“I know not what to do. Tell me what you like.” She stroked and kissed this length.

Katrina Harrington was his to command. Her innocence, combined with her newfound boldness, created the ultimate aphrodisiac. How damn fortunate could one man be?

“You are doing perfectly on your own, my darling,” he said. So well that semen leaked from his tip.

She halted her ministrations to ask, “Will you tell me what you like? I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel this afternoon.”

He muttered a string of guttural curses, every single one of them seeped in desire. How could he have ever thought her self-centered when she was willing to devote herself to his pleasure?

“Please teach me,” she said right before the seductress licked the splash of cum from the tip of his cock.

She was doing a fine job indeed, but since she wanted guidance, he’d oblige. “That’s it, darling. Lick me,” he commanded.

Her grip firm, she licked from the base to the tip of his cock.

What a superior pupil she was. He might be a shite art instructor, but it seemed he made one deuce of a tutor in the art of seduction.

“What a good girl you are,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire. “Now, flick your tongue.”

Her warm tip flicked at the underside of his cock. Up and down, side to side, and in small circles, she worked him, as if she were experienced in such things.

“That’s it, Luv,” he encouraged between his moans of pleasure. “Now, take me into your mouth. Deep.” Please let her be able to swallow him whole.

Wide, innocent eyes blinked at him. Perhaps he’d pushed too hard and asked for too much. Damn, he was an insatiable blighter. He should be showering her with romantic kisses, not shoving his bloody roger down her throat. Before he could switch to tender lovemaking, she guided his cock to her mouth.

At first, her attentions were tentative, but within moments she greedily sucked on him, taking him deeper and deeper, all the while moaning around his girth.

If he was not mistaken, she was intoxicated with his taste. Dropping his head onto the blanket and closing his eyes, he succumbed to the pleasure of it all.

His heart hammered. A tingling took hold in his stomach, radiating outward until it was as if a butterfly tickled the head of his prick. All rational thought left him except for oneburning question. To come inside her mouth or deep inside her?

She wasn’t a doxie, and he couldn’t treat her as one. Would he scare her to death if he pumped into her throat? The damn sheath he’d left behind on his nightstand was no help. Should he compromise again and spill on her belly?

Ridiculous! Why the hell was he thinking about anything other than an explosive orgasm?