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Heart of fire by linda howard5/18/2023 As he stared at her, his shaft began to stir, to grow thick and long, to rise fiercely toward his belly. He was totally exposed to her, without the stream of water to blur the powerful lines of his body. He stepped forward a little, so that the main force of the water was hitting his back he was right on the edge of the rock shelf above the pool of water. Then he looked straight at her, the blue of his eyes so intense that she could see it even across the forty feet that separated them. His genitals hung heavily between his thighs, and he was so perfectly, utterly male that her chest constricted, making it difficult for her to breathe. Sunlight dappled on the flexing muscles of that marvelously strong body, and the water droplets spraying through the air glittered like diamonds. He stepped under the waterfall and let the water splash over him while he tilted his head back and shook his hair. She had never enjoyed looking at a man more. He had the shoulders of a stevedore and the legs of an athlete, long and powerful. Why would any woman in her right mind want him to wear clothes anyway? He was tall and lean and superbly muscled, and his buttocks were so round and taut that her hands instinctively curled into fists in an effort to resist patting them. He had stripped down to the skin with an utter lack of modesty that told her he was accustomed to being naked with a woman. I've yet to write a review, but I found this pic today and couldn't help thinking of this book yummy Ben.
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