She turned to lead the way down the corridor, but he laid a heavy hand on her naked shoulder.

Then, when hands touched his naked shoulder in the darkness, panic hit.

He touched one naked shoulder and turned her to him.

He began to sit up, but Jo touched a hand to his naked shoulder.

That broad and naked shoulder was only inches from her.

Sylvia was in bed with the covers pulled up to her naked shoulders.

Slowly, he ran a hand over her naked shoulder.

And he did not want to see, but could not help seeing her naked shoulders.

These now were open; heads looked forth, attached to naked shoulders and arms.

A face was peering down at him, long, dark hair resting over naked shoulders.