He ran his fingers over her shoulder, down her side, skimming across her ribs, sinking into the curve of her waist, mounting her slight hips. His sister was built like a fantasy, he admitted while gently cupping the tight globe of her backside. She was the epitome of perfection according to modern standards: skinny, shapely, and incompressiblly busty. All woman, and all natural.
Her words kept resounding in his head while he was lightly massaging her muscular bun, that when the right girl came along, he'd know. The image of his late wife pierced his sister's words at that second. He'd loved Bianca. He'd been completely in love with her, every second of every day he'd spent with her, but had she been the right girl?
He rolled to his back with a sigh, his head an aching mess. "Was Bianca t
