“Em, if you’re naked in front of me, there’s going to be touching.” Yes, please. Now would be good. “Pretty presumptuous of you, honey pie.” Lucian, the rat bastard, smiled, those hot eyes intent on my face. “Who said it had to be you I’m touching?” “What?” I could barely think. His nearness was making me light headed. “I’m not above taking matters into my own hand, if that’s the only option.” I pictured him handling all that . . . girth. The bottom dropped out of me.
