His work roughened hands ran down her silky arm. "I don't want to hurt you. My hands are so rough." She leaned against him, "I love rough hands, it shows a man that's worked hard all his life." His mouth nipped along her neck, while his hands pushed her hair out of the way. "I love the way you smell and taste. I want you, need you and hunger for you; but I"m afraid. "Afraid...of what." "Afraid this isn't real." She heard...