The shiver down his huge body says he does. He places me carefully on my feet, the way a gentleman might help a lady out of a carriage. My survival instincts scream at me to keep going. “There’s more where that came from.” I lick my lips and hope to god I sound lusty. “Now, let me see your other head.” His chest reverberates with a deep rumble that borders on a growl. My skin tingles with trepidation, and every hair on my body stands alert. “Show me what else you can do, wench,” he growls, the sound going to the pulse between my legs. “Impress me, and I will spare your life.”
