Or can you see a hint of chest hair sprouting up at the opening in Mr. A’s very flattering loden green shirt? Do you feel the need to do further exploration, maybe undo another button or two . . . lightly run your fingertips across that jaw, the stubble grazing your skin, then through his soft-looking hair, rumpling it just a bit? Do you think about noshing on that alluring column of throat, inhaling his masculine scent?
Oh heavens, Mr. Armitage, what the sight of you can do to a mild-mannered, happily married woman. I really must try to go to sleep now. Not sure if this is going to help . . .
But I just had to have a peek.