Six Sentence Sunday - from my erotic WIP

Dominic Sullivan’s bike came roaring around the bend.

Relief flooded her system followed by a heavy dose of lust. Sitting astride his motorcycle, Dominic looked like a powerful god. He handled his machine with care and a little bit of love. She imagined his big hands caressing her skin with such reverence.

Lust ignited. Her body heated. Her nipples tightened, peeked, ached to be touched. Her strong reaction to his presence was irrational. She shouldn’t feel this way about a man who’d never shown her any sexual interest.