Melisende moaned, embarrassed to lie there with her legs splayed apart. Surely a lady did not do such a thing. But the drawings on the scrolls had shown women in positions that made hers look positively chaste. Still, she instinctively clamped her legs together.
He narrowed his eyes at her and again pulled her legs apart. "You do not move."
"All right." At least he wasn't tearing her clothes off. She'd heard of that happening. At the abbey, she had been mostly ignored by the other ladies and had heard many conversations not meant for her ears.
Again, he narrowed his eyes at her, looking so fierce she should be afraid of him, but she wasn't. "You do not speak."
He stroked her arms through the material of her dress and took his time arranging them to his satisfaction. He stroked her palms, and she tingled all over her body. What a strange phenomenon. Maybe she would ask his machine why she would tingle all over from a caress over her palm.