" I mean that robust men such as yourself usually prefer other, more physical pursuits."
The color of his irises intensified. "Physical, hmm? And just what sort of 'physical pursuits' did you have in mind?"
Her cheeks grew warm, subtly aware that she had stumbled into dangerous territory. For some unfathomable reason, images of secluded, romantic rendezvouses and stolen kisses leapt into her head- subjects about which she was sure Jack Byron was an expert.
"Hunting and angling and riding, for instance," she said in a hushed tumble of words.
"Well, I must admit I enjoy a round of hunting and angling every now and again. As for riding..." His gaze lowered to her lips. "I'm always up for a good ride."
Her throat became too tight to swallow. 'Why,' she wondered, 'do I have the impression that he isn't talking about horses? "

― Tracy Anne Warren , Seduced by His Touch (The Byrons of Braebourne, #2)