“You've called me Lucian from the start. It sounds right."
Warmth spread through me, slow like honey.
Our gazes collided and held as something simmered between us. Lucian's lids lowered in lazy perusal. Of me on the bed. I didn't miss the way his nostrils flared on a drawn-in breath, the way his dusky skin darkened. A pulse beat in my neck, steady, hard.
"Lucian..." It rolled over my tongue like cream.
Honey and cream. I wanted to pour both over those tight abs of his and just lick.”