Sexy can be many things: a look, a touch, a whisper, a smile.
She turned to go, picking her way through the undergrowth. He reached her in a few long strides, shot out his hand, took hold of her arm, and looked into her dark, storm-colored eyes. Lightning flickered in them. What have I done to offend you, Mistress?
The pattern of her irises resembled flower petals laid out in perfect symmetry. He tried to study her eyes, but she looked away, glancing at where his hand curled around her upper arm. His fingertips brushed against her breasts. Beneath them, her hear beat wildly.
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