| Cupped her breast. Moira wanted to fight against the touch, to get away, but at the same time, she felt her body respond. Heat flowered between her legs as his fingers rubbed her pink lips, and tingles ran through her breast as he gently squeezed it. She gasped when his finger slipped between her lips and touched her. It felt as though a bolt of electricity had shot through her body. The old women had told her how men would touch her, but they hadn't mentioned how her body would react. They had instructed her that allowing the act was her duty as a woman, but they'd never said a word about how good ... |