In a heartbeat, he scarcely could take a breath.	Wearing not a stitch of clothing, Eva stood in thigh-deep water with her back to him.	Before he blinked, his gaze slid from coppery tresses brushing feminine shoulders to a tiny waist which fanned into glorious heart-shaped buttocks. Heaven's stars, her flawless skin had to be as pure white as fresh cream.	God on the cross, save me.	Christ, he was only a flesh and blood man. Who on earth could resist such a temptation? He clenched his teeth and growled. Frigid water or nay, he lengthened like a stallion catching scent of a filly in heat. God's teeth, even his ballocks turned to balls of tight molten steel.
Amy Jarecki, Rise of a Legend
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