" Have a look if you like," she heard him say casually. "Unlike you, I'm not shy."
Clutching the sheets higher against her neck, Helen risked a timid glance at him... and then she couldn't look away.
Rhys was a magnificent sight, dressed only in trousers with braces hanging loosely along his lean hips. The flesh of his torso looked remarkably solid, as if it had been stitched to his bones with steel thread. Seeming comfortable in his half-naked state, he sat on the edge of the bed and began to remove his shoes. His back was layered with muscle upon muscle, the contours so defined that sun-colored skin gleamed as if polished. "

― Lisa Kleypas , Marrying Winterborne (The Ravenels, #2)