His leg was bouncing a little wide of his stall, and if I wanted to spread out myself, I could have pushed my thigh against his. My gaze caught on the cut of his quads, the bulges above his knees. He had thick skater’s thighs dusted with delicate hair. Beautiful legs, powerful legs, the kind that squeezed when they wrapped around your waist. Sex-on-fire legs that you could feel jumping beneath your fingers—
