As if hypnotized, I pushed the blanket off, forgetting how hard my nipples were—and how little the nightgown covered—until it was too late. I stood up, then looked down at myself when the cold air of the room wrapped around me. Lucien’s eyes were on me, too, but when I turned to grab the shirt at the foot of the bed, he said, “Don’t.” I froze. His footsteps echoed in my head as he came closer. “Don’t cover yourself, little fox. You’re absolutely perfect. Let me see you.”
