I get back into the stance he taught me, and this time, I feel my breasts move with my chest as I push it out. The undergarments I wear when I’m wearing my leathers don’t do much to keep them in place, which isn’t going to feel great when I’m fighting, but I’m hoping it will be worth it.
“Like this?” I say, though I know perfectly well how to stand by now.
He tilts his head unblinkingly. “Just right.”
There’s a soft, sultry quality to his voice that tells me this wasabsolutelythe right decision.
I go for an attack from waist height. I cut down towards his legs and duck under his blade, which works.
It actually works. I hit him in the thigh, and he misses me entirely.
“Yes!”
“Good, but it was a risk. I shouldn’t have missed that.”
“Shouldn’t have, but you did,” I gloat. I can’t help myself.
“Are you a sore winner, Sylvie?”
“I think you’re about to find out.”
I’ve noticed something in the way he attacks. It’s like the way Adria loves to do a feint to the left. Ronan loves to leave something, usually his left side, unguarded as bait so he can get you with a quick parry and riposte.
I’m usually so busy parrying his furious movements that I fall for it, but he’s moving a bit slower this time.
My breasts bounce on my chest as I lunge forward and back for a quick attack and then a parry for his counter, and I can guess what’s causing the slowdown.
I’m finding it hard not to stare at his chest as well. And his arms. And his back when he cuts down. The muscles tighten and ripple beautifully.
And then there’s the way he looks at me, especially when I get close to him. It’s not just hunger or excitement, although that’s there too. It’s something like fascination. Like he can’t believe that I’m real.
It makes me feel bold. Powerful.
It makes me feel like I could bring him to his knees.
“Something the matter?” I tease.
“I don’t know, is there?” he replies as he manages a glancing blow on my shoulder.
“Touché.”
He smiles then, really smiles, and it makes his skin glow a little. I wonder if he knows how appealing that is. “One last time?” he asks.
I nod. I’m exhausted, but there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to stop. I have to admit that this was a good idea. I’m getting in good practice with the longsword, and I’m learning a lot about how Ronan fights.
I may or may not share that information with Adria. We’ll see how nice she is to me tonight.
I prepare for his attack. He lunges, I parry, he lunges again, I parry again. I bring my sword up for a high cut, and he rushes forward. But he’s got my blade to deal with, so he doesn’t take the thrust he intended to my side.
Instead, he takes his left hand off the sword and grabs me by the shoulder.
He pulls me to him, trying to control my sword arm. I grab the blunted blade with my left hand to control it and thrash against him.
But he’s too strong. He abandons his own sword and overpowers me quickly, forcing the blade from my hand.
He pulls me against him.
My head is pressed against his bare chest. It feels so good, I nearly forget that I’ve lost the fight.
