Page 74 of Moon Craving

than what it might lead to.

"I think my shift is clean," she said between panting breaths.

"Then I believe it is time to wash you." He removed the garment without another

word.

She thought she had felt naked and vulnerable, but now she knew it had been as

nothing compared to being in the water with the barrier of her undergarment gone.

She stared up at him. "Shall I wash you?"

His eyes widened, telling her she'd managed to give voice to the words, not merely

mouth them. As the silence between them stretched, she wanted to duck her head, to

hide from his probing expression. However, she could not afford to miss anything he

might say, so she stood in a wealth of trepidation to see how he would respond to her

boldness.

"Do you remember what I said in the MacDonald cottage?"

She nodded. Every word had been seared into her brain.

"You will touch me as I touch you."

"But I don't know how," Abigail admitted. No matter how much she wished she did.

She wanted to give him pleasure as he had given her.

"You believe I have a wealth of experience touching women?"

Possessive fury welled up in her, taking her breath for a second. "Don't you?" she

asked, nevertheless.

"No."

Her shock must have shown on her face because he smiled. "Our clan believes

that penetration is as good as speaking vows between two people."

"There is a long distance between touching and deflowering." Or so her sister had

insisted.

Talorc shrugged.

She frowned. "What does that mean?"

"Perhaps I have touched a woman or two, but never with the intimacy of this

moment."

"You'd better not have." She didn't know where the words or the ferocity came