“So, I just pull back and then let go?” Ashleigh asked as she pulled back on the bowstring just slightly and let go, watching as the arrow fell to the ground anticlimactically.
Granger chuckled.
“First, you have to adjust your stance,” he said as he came to stand behind her wrapping his arms around her body, so each hand rested on one side of her waist. Next, he pulled with his left and pushed with his right, just slightly, to align her waist.
She giggled softly as he moved her.
“Next, straighten your back,” he whispered against her ear.
He drew his fingertips from her waist lightly up her spine, sending exhilarating shudders through her.
“Then pull back your shoulders,” he whispered, his mouth pressed lightly to her ear, his hot breath drawing a soft whimper from her.
His hands moved down her neck and traced her collarbone back out to her shoulders. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the touch of his hands on her.
