Page 141 of Moon Craving

She cocked her head to one side. "I shouldn't?"

"Nay." His blue eyes darkened with heat. "You should do it like this." He took her

mouth with possessive passion, his lips moving against hers in ways guaranteed to

scramble her mind.

Forgetting where they were, she returned his kiss with enthusiasm, burying her

hands in the hair at his nape.

When he pulled his lips away, she was breathing heavily. So was he.

She brushed at his neck. "I seem to have gotten dirt from your mother's garden on

you."

"'Tis your garden now."

"I will share it with her, and keep her memory alive there for our children."

Just like that, the emotion grew thick between them.

Talorc traced the line of Abigail's lips with the hand not clasping her to him. "Thank

you."

Unused to being the recipient of such gratitude, she rubbed at the soil clinging to

the sweat on Talorc's neck. "What shall we do about this dirt?"

"Lucky for me, I was planning a swim in the loch."

"You were?"

"I thought you would like to join me. I remember how much pleasure you found in

the water at the hot springs."

A blush of equal parts embarrassment and pleasure heated her cheeks. "I should

like that very much."

"Good." Rather than release her as she had expected, he put his free arm under

her knees and swept her up against his chest.

"I can walk." But she didn't say it with any heat. After all, she enjoyed being held

this way.

"I like carrying you."

She giggled in pure joy.

He nodded at someone else and only then did Abigail realize they had an

audience. Men and women of the clan were smiling at them and calling out teasing