His thumb found and caressed the point where the pulse beat quickly in her throat.

One thumb caressed it as if against his will.

She glanced down, watching his thumb gently caress her wrist.

She swallowed the fear as his thumbs caressed her bare skin.

His thumb caressed the sensitive corner of her mouth.

Her thumb caressed the edge of his hand.

His thumb caressed her palm until she thought she would go crazy with anticipation.

I really am king, he thought, one thumb caressing the metal-work at the throat of the scabbard.

His thumb caressed her jaw, the tender skin behind her ear.

His thumb caressed her cheek for an instant, then he pulled it away and headed for the front door.