Shirtless, torso laid out before her, Lillian squirmed, uncertain if she should look away.
It was a bit late now, of course.
He was watching her and his words echoed through her head, loud and clear. She could touch him but, then he could touch her. In the same spots, she thought, gazing at his rock hard peck, a n****e--glancing downward, at his hand, he thought about what that meant for herself. For her body.
"Is it really okay?"
Lucius looked amused by the question. "Is it?"
He'd been doing that a lot. Answering questions with questions, evading them completely. Biting her lip, she pressed her hand to his abdomen and, promptly, his hand lifted to hers.
Flinching at his sudden touch, she pulled back and he did the same, mirroring her.
Oh.
Giving a small giggle, she wondered
