Oddly, the fact that the man was completely naked had no effect on her because it was under normal circumstances. She only sees naked men in the naughty movies she watches, but never in real life.
His skin glowed in a moon kiss of brass. Muscles were tied around him, defining his broad shoulders, arms, and tightly torn abs. He instinctively took a few steps back, from the run, when he closed the remaining distance between them in two large steps. He sighed and he grabbed her arm, surprisingly gently holding it because of the strength he showed.
A scream tried to come out of her throat but its other hand closed over her mouth with a tight vise, more aggressive than the grip on her arm. She tried to raise her head and her eyes and then she only noticed the scar that touched the left side of his face. He brought her body closer to him and she could feel the real hardness of his body against its soft curve.