Bea found herself transfixed by sky-blue eyes, framed by long, sooty lashes. The shadow of a beard on sun-bronzed skin added a rakish aura. Ebony hair was secured at the nape by a strip of leather while one wayward curl fell casually across his forehead, and masculine wisps curled against the open V of his homespun shirt.
Despite the cold air, perspiration hovered above full, sensual lips. She was acutely conscious of a broad, muscular chest and shoulders that appeared a yard wide. A quick inhale brought heady traces of sweat, leather, manure, and something she couldn't identify. It was rude to stare, but she couldn't help it.
He was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life.