The challenge word is Worship and how could I not go here?
The slight, soft breeze blows gently through the shattered glass of the window and his eyes open slowly, languidly seeking the gentle light, his long curling lashes seeming to worship piously at the limpid pools of golden-flecked jade.
He growls softly, turning his body so it is aligned to mine and I reach for him, my hands itching to feel the wanton heat of his skin.
His cheek brushes mine and the stubble on his chin sends prickles of delight firing through my decadently awakened nerves and the slow fire in my belly ignites with flames of pure pleasure.
Any good?