Page 55 of Moon Craving

licking?

He'd told her they might do that. Taste each other in such intimacy. She'd thought

he must surely be exaggerating, playing on her ignorance. Clearly, he hadn't been. Oh,

my.

Did he expect her to do that now?

He reached for her.

Surprisingly, she did not faint again. And showing a complete lack of

self-preservation, she made no move to run screaming from the tent.

His face a mask over some emotion so fierce, the very blankness alluding to it, he

untied her belt. She grabbed it and stared at him, unable to voice a question or complaint.

He said nothing. No words of comfort, no demand she not impede him.

Was the fire burning in his blue gaze lust? A man's desire for a woman was not

something she had any experience with. Though Jolenta had told her stories, implying the

whole time that Abigail would never have to worry about such a thing.

Isn't that what they'd all thought, Abigail herself included?

Sybil had not come right out and said she did not think Talorc would want Abigail,

but she'd implied it well enough. And yet, isn't that what Abigail saw in his eyes right now?

"Do you want me?" she asked, once again showing her self-protection skills were

at a very low ebb.

But she truly needed to know.

"Yes."

"But I'm English." Shut up, Abigail. She'd spoken more to her husband in the past

day than she often did in a week. Surely she could stop talking. But words just kept

popping out of her.

"I will not claim you now," he said, ignoring her last comment.

Then why did he wish to undress her? This question she managed to keep to

herself. Barely.

He tugged at her belt and, of their own volition, her fingers released it. For surely

she would not have done so on purpose. He pulled it away and began undoing the pleats

of her plaid. Shock and a strange stirring in her belly held her immobile as he removed the