Page 54 of Moon Craving

forget that."

"Trust me, I'm not likely to." She was deaf, not daft.

"It is time to sleep."

"Finally," she muttered as she turned and attempted to find a spot to lie on that

would not put her body into contact with his.

He had no such compunction. As he stripped his plaid and shirt from his body, he

made no effort to avoid brushing her side with first an arm and then his leg.

"Are we on Sinclair land then?" she asked with a squeak she could not be sure had

enough volume to be heard.

He turned to stare at her. "Nay."

"But . . ."

"Undress. You'll not sleep all twisted up in your plaid."

"I . . ."

He blew out an impatient breath. "You may remove your plaid under the furs to

protect your modesty."

He should have thought of that before hopelessly compromising it by getting

wholly naked in front of her. She'd never seen a man's body before, and she found it both

frighteningly repelling and inexplicably fascinating.

He made no move to cover himself as she stared at him in helpless curiosity. In

fact, the part he should have covered and that she should definitely not have been looking

at began to grow. She remembered he'd mentioned such a phenomenon that morning,

when explaining the marriage bed. But she had not understood what he meant. Now, she

did.

Oh dear, did she understand. It was quite amazing and entirely mortifying.

Especially since she could not seem to look away.

"That's . . ." She licked her lips and swallowed. "Does it get bigger?" She was

unable to stop herself from asking.

"Keep looking at it like a kitten ready to lap up cream and it will."

She jolted at his words. "I . . . I wasn't. Not thinking of licking." Licking? Was he truly

serious? He looked so, not a flicker of amusement anywhere in his expression. But