Intimate Satisfaction
SHE woke to see him standing naked at the window, staring out at the dawn sky. Shock rippled through her, jarring her to wakefulness. She had studied the paintings of great artists, but she had never seen a nude man before. She found him far more pleasing than even the men created by Michelangelo. To her eyes, they had seemed pale and overly brawny, while Jordan was tanned, sinewy, and full of power and elegance. Tight buttocks flowed into lean, strong legs, and his shoulders were corded, not bulging, with sleek muscle. She must have made some sound because he turned and looked at her.
"Ah, so you're awake, now." He was perfectly at ease in his nakedness. She wished she could be as composed.
"Good morning," she whispered.