She smirks down at him as she wiggles her hips and grinds herself against him, settling into a more comfortable position. Then she sets to undoing the buttons of his shirt and pushing the fabric aside so she can finally get to some bare skin.

Diane has been with plenty of muscular men before. Athletes, gym addicts, a few of those twenty-something vain boys who are in love with their own reflections. Roland's body is altogether different. These are muscles he didn't get in any gym. They aren't the kind of muscles you get for the sake of appearance and they feel different under her hands. It's ridiculously arousing and it makes her wonder just how strong he actually is. The thought sends an electric spark down her spine.