"The fist on his chest uncurled. A finger began to stray, tracing the line of hair down toward his navel. It was a slow, tentative movement, for this was all too new. Passion unchained. Not just her own nakedness, but his. . She was still half-afraid to touch him. Then all at once he caught her hand, as if he could stand it no longer, and guided it down the tight grid of his belly, between the ridge of his hips. Straight to the heart of him. She gasped in shock when he dragged her hand up and down, up and down. Her eyes flew wide. It was a caress as outrageously shocking as when he'd slid his fingers inside her; as bold and daring as the man himself. "Aid- Aidan!" She stuttered his name, part-question, part jarringly shocked. "No, it's all right. Touch me, sweet, just like that... Oh, yes, just like that." His whisper compelled surrender. Watching him, the glint of his eyes, half-closed now, her reserve slipped away."