‘They’re amazing—’ She gasped as he moved in close and his hands found her breasts.
‘Pale blue diamonds like your eyes,’ he murmured, weighing her breasts appreciatively. ‘And bright pink diamonds like your nipples—’
‘Just don’t suggest canary yellow like my teeth,’ she warned him, starting to laugh.
‘I don’t generally deal in pearls, except that link I showed you, but if I did, your teeth would certainly compare.’
‘Cheese—’
He silenced her in the most obvious way. ‘Lean over a little more,’ he coaxed. ‘Take a closer look inside the case.’
‘A much closer look,’ Leila agreed, gasping with pleasure as he settled deep.
‘Hold on,’ he warned. ‘The display case is bolted to the floor, so it can take some hammering,’ he added reassuringly.
She laughed, but was eager to do everything he asked to increase her pleasure.
‘The diamonds light up the room,’ he murmured, continuing to move steadily. ‘Would you like me to tell you where some of the most famous pink diamonds in the world are found?’
‘Are you kidding me? I couldn’t concentrate if you offered me a dozen on a plate.’ Standing on tiptoe, she gasped for breath as she thrust her buttocks towards him, giving him better access.
‘East Kimberley in Western Australia—Leila, I really don’t think your mind’s fully on this tutorial—’
‘Oh, it is,’ she assured him, arching her back so he could see what he was doing.
Forget the diamonds. Taking firm hold of her buttocks, he enjoyed her, and, from the sounds she was making as he moved fast and hard, Leila was enjoying him too.
‘So? What did you think of the visit?’ he asked when they finally left the facility.
‘Thrilling,’ she admitted dryly.
Linking his fingers through hers as they strolled to the car, he pulled her close. ‘One day the Skavanga mine will produce diamonds as fine as those I just showed you.’
‘Then I’d better make sure the display cabinets in the museum are securely bolted to the floor.’
His gaze warmed with amusement. ‘It would be a wise precaution,’ he agreed.
‘Can we display some of those treasures you just showed me in the museum?’
Raffa narrowed his eyes. ‘We are still talking about the diamonds, bad girl?’
‘Of course we are. I’m not sharing you with anyone.’
He was as sure as he could be that he had overcome all Leila’s arguments when it came to the birth of the baby. The way she was resting her head on his shoulder, the way her arm was locked around his waist. He’d never felt closer to anyone, and Leila was giving every signal that she felt this way too. It wasn’t a triumph, it was an enormous relief for him, and when they reached the car, he pressed her back against it and whispered in her ear, ‘I want you again.’
‘What shall we do about it?’ she said, pretending surprise.