The notion that he was going to get swayed by a mortal like Emma was never going to take shape. A mortal over a goddess? Ludicrous. But Lazarus couldn't help thinking what Emma would do for him, to him. He swallowed as a ragged breath left him.
Also the fact that she was wearing his shirt, her pebbled nipples grazing the fabric, was doing things to him. His shaft was slowly swelling. He wanted to reach out to her breasts and knead them. They had been teasing him for so long. He wondered how they would feel under his touch. The thought that he would be doing it for the first time, made him hard as rock.
