But she didn’t move. She wanted this man. She wanted him to touch her, to stroke her like she’d seen the man stroking— “Anna,” he said again, only this time the voice was closer, closer. “Will you let me?” Move, Anna, move—Grandfather is belowstairs, he might hear you… But obviously, Grandfather had gone to his bed. He wouldn’t hear them, not if she went and closed the trap. Rein came up to her. And, yes, she could see him now by the light of the moon, could see into the green eyes turned dark with a sensual promise that made Anna grow warm. Behind her, the woman’s cries grew louder. “Will you let me touch you like that?” he asked, his voice so low and yet so guttural it was almost a groan. “Will you let me give you pleasure?” She pulsed at his words, the ache between her legs growing damp with desire. He was near now, so near that when he reached out and touched her arm, she didn’t see him do it. “Will you let me touch you?” he asked, leaning down toward her, and she thought he would kiss her, felt her mouth fill with moisture at the thought, but instead he used his hand to turn her, to make her face the couple on the bed.
