for @fanartka - who truly appreciates the glory of the Cumber-back

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.

Eventually, Jamie tugged her silken shawl away, leaving it to puddle on the floor at her feet, allowing him to warmly nuzzle to her shoulders, and run his fingers on her bare back.  Impatient for an equal share of his skin, she plucked at his jacket between kisses, until he chuckled into her mouth, “Let me do it, darling,” while pulling back enough to do so.  Fannie watched him remove his jacket and fold it carefully before laying it on the battered steamer trunk at the foot of the bed, marveling at his precision, at his calm despite the growing heat in the room.  Jamie’s back was to her, and the sight of the lay of his braces stilled her breath for several moments, for it accented not only the strong breadth of his shoulders and upper back, but also the very masculine beauty of the gracious curve of his lower back into his trim waist—all of it conspiring to awaken in her a frisson of unexpected lust.  There was no other word to describe it, as it roiled through her belly on downwards.  And she still barely breathed as he turned her way once more, overwhelmed as she was by his every detail.  No man had ever affected her so viscerally, and Fannie realized that tonight she would freely give him whatever he asked of her.  Without hesitation.