He stood in the doorway to a side chamber, bared to the waist and dripping. He propped one shoulder against the doorway and clutched the kilt before him with his free hand. His pose was a classic contrap-posto. He looked like a Renaissance David, sculpted not from cool, stoic marble but from impatient flesh.A thin trail of dark hair drew her gaze lower.
-Tessa Dare
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