There was no impression that the women were touching, other than the casual touch of the older woman's breast.

"We're going to have to fatten you up," he said, sensing that she was uncomfortable with his casual touch.

As always, just her casual touch infused him with warmth.

She was aware of her flirting then, it wasn't the casual touch of a child.

It was a casual touch, and all the more sensual because of that.

She quickly stepped away from the casual but intimate touch.

What that casual touch had felt like was affection.

Already he had noticed that she no longer shrank from a casual touch.

Their fingers brushed as she handed it to him and the force of that casual touch sent ripples all through her.

He went down without a sound, stricken by a casual touch.