Hazel
I frowned as I weighed the staff on my palms. Insufferable warrior. He stood bare-chested in leather breeches, perfect lips curved and mocking. A breath-taking array. My body had tingled as I woke surrounded by his scent. I’d lain there awhile, dreaming of the ghost of his hand playing over my eager flesh. The memory of him spanking me was enough to make me long to touch between my legs.
A tilt of his head told me he scented my arousal. Jerking up my chin, I resolved to hit him with the staff as much as I could.
I marched to face him.
“First we work on stance.” He instructed me to stand with legs apart, planted firmly but lightly on the balls of my feet, ready for me to rock back or leap forward. He moved around me, positioning my arms and shoulders.
His touch had my body heati
