With a slight frown she skimmed her gaze over the tabletop until it rested on his hands.
Good God, she thought with a jolt, they were beautiful. The wrists were narrow, giving a
sense not of weakness but of graceful strength and capability. The backs of his hands were
deeply tanned and unmarred, long and lean, as were his fingers. The nails were short and
straight. Masculine was her first thought, then delicate came quickly on the tail of it.
Gennie could picture the hands holding a flute just as easily as she could see them
wielding a saber.
For a moment she forgot the rest of him in her fascination with his hands, and her reaction
to them. She felt the stir but didn’t suppress it. She was certain any woman who saw those
romantic, exquisite hands would automatically wonder just what they would feel like on
her skin. Impatient hands, clever. They were the kind that could either rip the clothes off a
woman or gently undress her before she had any idea what was happening.
When a thrill Gennie recognized as anticipation sprinted up her spine, she caught herself.
What was she thinking of!
One Man's Art
Good God, she thought with a jolt, they were beautiful. The wrists were narrow, giving a
sense not of weakness but of graceful strength and capability. The backs of his hands were
deeply tanned and unmarred, long and lean, as were his fingers. The nails were short and
straight. Masculine was her first thought, then delicate came quickly on the tail of it.
Gennie could picture the hands holding a flute just as easily as she could see them
wielding a saber.
For a moment she forgot the rest of him in her fascination with his hands, and her reaction
to them. She felt the stir but didn’t suppress it. She was certain any woman who saw those
romantic, exquisite hands would automatically wonder just what they would feel like on
her skin. Impatient hands, clever. They were the kind that could either rip the clothes off a
woman or gently undress her before she had any idea what was happening.
When a thrill Gennie recognized as anticipation sprinted up her spine, she caught herself.
What was she thinking of!
One Man's Art
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By Dante Gabriel Rossetti -
http://www.birminghammuseums.org.uk/bmag/whats-on/print-room-visit-pre-raphaelite-drawings –
image, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=44753479
Women across the Twitterverse are drooling over a male body part that is not what you might expect. In a viral Twitter thread called “For females that like hands,” men are posting photos of their hands, giving women something “safe for work” to admire and appreciate.
YAHOO!
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He must do something physical with his
hands, she thought fleetingly. His weren't the palms of a paper-pusher. The edge in her
voice was calculated to combat the attraction and the vulnerability that went with it.
All the Possibilities
(The MacGregor's)