“Then you will do as I say.”
“I… um…”
He stopped and stepped back. “If you have changed your mind, I understand,” he said. “It is not too late, nor will I be angry or upset.”
If she had any sense at all, Eliza should run from the room with her virginity still intact.
“I have not.”
Thank goodness. At this point, if she would have left him, Lucian would have had no choice but to find comfort alone. It was taking everything in his power not to pick Eliza up and toss her on the bed then take her, but he would never do that to her, especially not tonight while she still remained a virgin.
“Are you certain?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered with exasperation. “What do I do?”
He nearly laughed. She needed to do absolutely nothing. God, she was gorgeous and her body, with perfectly shaped and full breasts, rounded stomach, and generous hips, was made for passion, desire, and mating. The perfect form to bring a man the deepest of pleasure.
He studied her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head and did not find one imperfection.
Her face, however, had taken on a rather red hue, but soon she would be over her embarrassment.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
The entire time that he had studied her, he knew that she’d only looked at his face or neck.
“I have been.”
“Look beyond my chest.”
Eliza bit her bottom lip and she slowly looked lower but her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened when her gaze settled on his manhood, hard and aching.
“Are you certain?” he asked again.
“Yes.”
“You are aware of what I will do to you?”
Eliza’s breathing grew heavy. “I…yes…I know but no practical…”
He reached forward and traced a line from her bellybutton toward her curls but stopped before going any further.
“Practical what?” he prompted.
“Experience,” she answered.
Lucian continued his descent through her curls and encountered dampness and then cupped her.
Eliza’s hands flew up to grasp his arm just as her knees gave out.
Encouraged by her response, Lucian swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed where he gently laid her down but did not join her. Instead, he remained standing at the side where he could feast upon her with his eyes and could touch her anywhere.
Eliza held out her arms to him, likely assuming that he would now join her on the bed, but that was not the plan.
“Arms above your head,” he ordered.
“Why?”
He said nothing but arched an eyebrow.
