She leaned under the blankets to plant a kiss on his hard chest.

She slipped into his arms, her face against his hard chest.

And screamed, as she found herself held against a hard chest.

He shifted on the side of the bed to cradle her shoulders against his hard chest.

She loved the feel of his hard chest against her side.

Her hands slid down him, over strong shoulders, the hard chest.

She gasped when his hard chest brushed ever so lightly against hers.

"Yes," she said, smiling, leaning her head against his hard chest.

He had a hard chest, sculpted by a lifetime of running.