ELEVEN
Lubos stripped off his wet clothes, shivering in front of the fire. As if his dreams from last night weren't bad enough, now he'd have visions of what she really looked like under her dress. Even the memory of her pressed against him had him hard as rock all over again.
There was only one way to deal with this – short of bedding the girl herself, which he knew would never happen. Not now he'd made an i***t of himself twice in front of her.
He found a chamber pot under the dresser, and wrapped his hands around himself. As if in answer to his prayer, he spotted a bark sketch on the dresser, capturing in a few lines the beauty of the woman in his head. Dark hair, dark eyes, the swell of her breasts beneath her gown...
He stroked and stroked, never taking his eyes from her, until
