Cassian watched as Lucy stood up, her backside level with his eyes. It was full, slightly soft, the shape visible even through the semi-transparent fabric of her gown. He could clearly make out the curve of her thick thighs beneath it, and the urge to grab them was strong—but he held back. The pleasure he'd get from teasing her like this was, if not greater, at least equal to the feel of her thighs in his hands.
She began lifting her long gown at her usual pace, though to Cassian it felt painfully slow. First, the fabric rose to reveal her calves, then the smooth backs of her knees—places he wouldn't hesitate to kiss. Higher still came the swell of her thighs, practically begging to be held. And finally, the curve of her backside itself—something he would gladly pay to press against again.
But not now. Even if she begged, he wouldn't touch her again until he got what he wanted first.
