Astonish Me - Pg 26

   As he started across the sand, he kept his eyes on the terrain in front of him, but his nerves were busily mapping her body. His hands were wrapped around the backs of her thighs. He could feel her ropy muscles under his fingers and a film of sweat. The rough plaster of her cast occasionally scraped the outside of his left calf. her arms were around his neck, her sharp chin on his shoulder, the soft points of her small breasts against his back.