Sweet maybe, but Eliot wasn't naive enough to think Candy was innocent. For one thing, she wasn't shy about undressing, she didn't try to cover her nudity after she tugged her clothes off.
He managed to kick his shoes off, and he raise d his hips to free his own jeans. He wore boxers, which he pushed down along with the denim. His arousal sprung out, and he didn't bother to try to deny it. He was pretty sure they'd reached a point that his arousal was anticipated.
His tongue slid across his bottom lip, and his eyes drank in the sight of her. His expression was nothing but pure lust.