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"Eliza, look at me," Lucas watched as her eyes fluttered open and almost groaned at what he saw. Raw desire. Need. He moved his large hands from her overheated cheeks and placed them firmly on her hips to pull her closer against him.

This time he didn't stop the groan that left his lips when her centre brushed against his hardness. God, he wanted her. Now.

"Lucas," She whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut again. Eliza placed her hands on his broad shoulders, loving the feel of his muscles beneath his thin white shirt. She wanted to see him without his shirt on. She already knew that he would look like a masterpiece. "Lucas, please."

The couldn't pretend any longer. They needed one another, even if for one night. It was maddening, this sèxual tension that left him constantly hard for her and her constantly aching for him.

"Fûck, Eliza," Lucas' last thread of inhibition deserted him when Eliza began to place hot open mouth kisses along his jaw bone before nipping his bottom lip. "I need you. Now."