Page 77 of Moon Craving

previous nights in their tent. She explored the softness of the skin, pressing into the flesh

to feel just how hard he was. It was like holding heated stone.

The massive warrior's body shuddered at her touch, and she could not help feeling

as if she had accomplished something special.

Suddenly he lifted her from the water, breaking her hold on his manhood. "That is

enough."

"You are clean?" she teased, shocking herself.

He gave her a heavy-lidded look that promised pleasure and something else . . .

claiming. "It is time."

She could not respond. She would not deny her own desire. For that would be a lie,

but she could not force agreement from her tight throat either.

For the longest time, he simply looked at her. His eyes seemed to glow yellow in

the torchlight. "You are so beautiful."

"Not like you," she choked out.

He jerked as if surprised by her words. But how could he be? The Sinclair laird was

a study in male perfection.

Long black hair gleamed darker than the night around handsomely chiseled

features that bespoke relentless strength and fierce pride. His big, well-honed warrior's

body was only the physical manifestation of that strength. Eyes that continued to astonish

her with their bright blue depths revealed an inner power she had seen in no other man.

They said Talorc could be nothing less than laird of his people; no other position would do

for the man so clearly born to lead.

Right now those eyes glowed with striations of gold that sent pinpricks of sensation

down her spine.

Strangely, she found that incredibly alluring rather than frightening. This man had

authority over her life as only her parents had before him. He was so much stronger than

either her mother or stepfather. His personality and form should intimidate, but she felt

inexplicable safety. In this moment, Abigail did not worry Talorc would use either his

mental or physical power to hurt her.

No, his intent to give her pleasure was undeniable. Baffled by the truth but unable