She spoke to her hands. “It’s just that . . . since we met, I have been rather . . . well, fascinated by . . .”
You. Say it, he willed, not entirely certain what he would do if she did, but willing to put himself to the test.
She took another breath. “By your bones.”
Would she ever say anything expected? “My bones?”
She nodded. “Yes. Well, the muscles and tendons, too. Your forearms. Your thighs. And earlier— while I watched you drink whiskey— by your hands.”
Cross had been propositioned many times in his life. He’d made a career of refusing women’s requests. But he had never been complimented on his bones.
It was the strangest, sexiest confession he’d ever heard. And he had no idea how to respond.
— from One Good Earl Deserves a Lover (Rules of Scoundrels #2) by Sarah MacLean
Set in 1824. Science nerd heroine meets gaming hell owner. Obvious YES.