His back was to her as he made his call, holding her entranced without even knowing it. His mussed hair was only the first thing on a long list that made her eye him greedily, wondering if it was too soon to go again. The craving she felt to kiss the nape of his handsome neck and the luscious slope of his shoulders where they rounded into his back, to trace his spine with sweet butterfly kisses while running her hands along his sides that tapered in perfect proportion into his waist, to let her lips linger into the delicious curve of his lower back, was visceral and heady. It distracted her from the conversation he was having.
my writing, A Time and Place for Misbehavior
because @thelostsmiles asked me to write about a beautiful Man’s magnificent back
