Still leaning on the door, I explored the thinner curves of my waist and back, which felt good.

While she supported him on one side, his hand had ridden In the curve of her waist.

He slid his hands along the curve of her waist.

She reached for his arm and tucked it around the curve of her waist.

His hands closed around the narrow curve of her waist, hard and warm.

Brock skimmed his palms down the curve of her waist.

He rests a hand on the curve of her waist.

His hands found the gentle curve of her waist.

Now he spoke soft and sure, and no longer to me, though his hand lay warm on the curve of my waist.

Talon wrapped his other hand around the curve of her waist.