I was deeply conscious of his physical presence, so close and so disturbingly animal, almost electric in its restrained, pulsing sexuality. I tried to keep my eyes off his muscular thighs in their tight blue jeans.
Her red Golf was a frequent sight on the headland, her cottage had frequently met Iris eyes from the top storey of the mill. Now, physically close for the first time, he found it difficult to keep his eyes off her, living flesh and remembered image seeming to fuse into a presence both potent and disturbing.
And it's obvious that he is just crazy about you, honey. Why, he can hardly keep his eyes off you!