“Let me get a good look at you."
A flush started along his neck and crept up to his ear. But he complied, his gait loose hipped and rolling. "This slow enough?"
"I think I need to film it for posterity. I don't think I've ever appreciated a man's legs more."
That got a smile, though it seemed more of a "The woman is ridiculous, but I like it" one. "If you're good"----he set the tray on the side table----"I'll let you ride my thigh later."
That should not have made my sex clench with anticipatory heat so very hard. But it did.
Lucian looked me over. "Although I have to say you didn't do yourself any favors putting on that shirt."
"Was that bad?"
"Very," he said sternly. "You'll be taking it off soon, or no thigh ride for you."
"Yes, Lucian.”