Julian's breath deepened. A low sound of approval vibrated in his throat when her palm explored more of him.
Olivia's hand continued downward.
She traced the defined lines of his abs, feeling each ridge of muscle under warm skin. The vitality there startled her. It was dense, alive, and unmistakably male.
"Hmm..."
A soft, audible moan escaped her before she could stop it. The sound surprised them both.
How long has it been since I touched such defined abs?
The thought rose unbidden. Her husband's body was familiar... shaped by years of shared life and affection. Yet it did not carry this same strength, this same youthfulness. Touching Julian felt like placing her hand on a warm furnace. Her fingers trembled slightly as they followed the central line of his abs.
Heat had begun gathering low in her own body.
She tried to continue downward on her own and found that she could not.
