"You are too worried, Lord Lorza," Emma said. Then she dragged her fingers down his chest and rubbed his skin. "What if this delicate creature wants to ride you, dear Lord Lorza?" A line of faint electricity sizzled down.
He stiffened. His bride was sex walking on two legs. She enticed him to no lengths. Even though he wanted to take her right there and then, he shook his head. "Not now. I just risk you being hurt." He looked at her beautiful face and wondered how he could be so lucky. Did he truly even deserve her?
Another knock on the door disrupted his chain of thoughts. He growled. "Who's there?"
Gladys's shrill voice sounded. "I have come with the healer."
Lazarus jerked his head back. She had come back pretty quickly. "Come in." He got up and walked to the bar.
She entered the room with the healer following her. The healer bowed to him and then to Emma.
