When he thought of what awaited him in just a few hours, his cock grew hard and hot, and his stomach dipped down to his toes.Shite, shite, shite.Would he be able to please her? Would he make a fool of himself and spend at the first touch? Given how twitchy he was, he just might.Pacing his room was of little help. Nor did he want to drink; that might make him sloppy, and he wanted his full faculties when he finally got to touch Lu. Ah, gods, but she was lovely. The mere sight of the graceful curve of her neck where it swooped down to meet her shoulder could hold him in thrall. She’d be soft there. Warm and fragrant. He imagined her breast would be soft too, soft and plump and waiting to be suckled.A groan left him, and his hand drifted down to the ache in his trousers. He’d suckle the sweet pillow of her bottom lip first. Lick his way along her jaw and down to her collarbone. Perhaps she’d open her legs for him, and his hand would slide up her tender thighs.Eamon gave himself a squeeze and shuddered.
