Phryne Fisher

God, just her hand was heaven. Somehow, in the (usually guilty) fantasies he'd entertained in the past he'd never actually tried to imagine what any part of Phryne Fisher would feel like: not hands, nor mouth, nor any part. He'd known, perhaps, that any imagining would fall short of the actual feeling. "If you were dreaming, love, you'd have had my trousers off long before now."