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“Fine. I’ll let you win the next duel against me and you can choose the moving picture channel for the next week—”
“A-hem.”
“—the nextmonth,” he roars. “Will you help me?”
“Very well.” I turn around, throw my hair over my shoulder, and snap my fingers. “Come here. On the bed.”
Pax remains glued to the doorway, looking like he’s second-guessing this whole thing.
“Do you want to learn how to make love or not?” I pat the satin pillow. “On the bed. Now.”
Pax glowers at me, but he steps closer. I grab the buckle of his belt and attempt to jerk him closer, but all I manage to do is put my hand through his torso. He huffs at me and moves closer until our chests nearly touch and I must look up into that smug Roman face of his. Gods, he really is a monster of a man.
If he weren’t so wretchedly annoying…this might be exciting. It’s been a long time since I had a man in my bed, and I was always a sucker for the strong, machismo types.
“Here beginneth your lesson in making love to a woman. First, you must get close. Skin on skin is vital.”
Pax shuffles closer, until his huge chest presses against mine, and his thighs are practically inside me. His sword is shoved down the leg of his trousers, and I instruct him with a nod to remove it and place it beside the bed.
“No swords in the boudoir. You’re liable to cut your own member off in your enthusiasm.”
“Should I be taking notes?”
My lip curls. “You can’t remember not to cut your own dick off?”
Pax yanks the sword out and tosses it away. The tip buries itself into the wall, leaving the blade and pommel wobbling. Pax glares at me and folds his arms. “What next?”
“Now, you must stare deeply into her eyes.” I run my finger along his chin, forcing him to move his head so that he stares at me. His icy blue eyes narrow, and I slap his cheek, which hurts me more than it hurts him. “Not like that. Look at me like you can’t believe how lucky you are to be in my presence. And no matter what you see reflected back at you, you cannot flinch or move away. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
Pax’s eyes widen.
“Next, you must hold her softly. None of your rough Roman hands wandering everywhere. Make her feel safe.” I lift my arms to the sides. “Go on, hold me.”
Pax frowns as he shoots an arm out and it goes straight through my wrist. I wince.
“Well, obviously you can’tactuallyhold me, but pretend I’m Brianna. Show me you can be soft and caring.”
Pax leans in and tries to wrap his huge tree trunk arms around me. I hold up a hand and he backs off.
“Too hard, too much. I’m not a Druid you’re about to crush to death. I’m the woman you love. Try for a little tenderness. Like this.”
I lean in, slowly. I move one hand over his chest, my fingers trailing lightly across his skin until I feel the warm tingle in the tips. Pax’s eyes flutter shut, but I slap his cheek and he opens them again.
I lean in even closer and wrap my hand slowly behind his neck. The other hand I move behind him, placing it with fingers splayed upon the small of his back, cradling him against me while touching as little of him as I can get away with.
“When you’re like this, she feels safe,” I say. “Your hand behind her neck ensures that she remains looking at you. This is vital. The eyes are the windows to the soul. Now, you try.”
I drop my hands and Pax leans in, copying me exactly. His thick fingers trail across my collarbone, over the exposed skin at the nape of my neck where my shirt remains open. His hand dips to the small of my back, nudging me until I close the thin sliver of space between us. Now our faces are only an inch apart, and if I move a single ghost muscle, I’ll end up with Roman limbs inside me, which is not a thing I desire.
This feels…
Okay, so, it doesn’t feel horrible. In fact, if I’m being completely honest, my cock is doing a little jig. There’s something intensely exciting about being this close to someone so large and dangerous, and knowing I can’t escape him but that he’ll never, ever hurt me. I am safe, and I am terrified, especially when he gazes at me with such focused intensity. He’s taking this whole ‘don’t blink’ thing to heart.
I’ve been with men before, of course. I’ve been with several men at once, in a single bathtub. (Itwasthe seventeenth century. Who didn’t have bathtub orgies?) But I’ve never been so intimate with someone who can snap my neck without even breaking a sweat.
My pulse speeds up, and I don’t evenhavea pulse.
