Wild Dawn

LADY REGINA FACED THE MOUNTAIN MAN...
HE WANTED HER...FOR HIS BABY, AND FOR HIMSELF...
After her bath Regina drew on his shirt, rolling the sleeves back to fit her. She glanced at him and found him watching her intently.
"You've been spying, MacGregor. In Malapor the rajah would have your eyes put out for such a trespass," she whispered huskily.
"Blood-thirsty little witch, aren't you?" he answered mildly, throwing off the heavy fur.
Her eyes widened, flowing down his hard body. Lying amid the furs, his dark length blended with the buffalo pelt. His beard gave way to the black wedge of hair on his chest and tapering down his flat stomach. For a lean man, his thighs were heavier, his pale legs long and lightly covered by a rough surface of hair.
Regina had never seen a man's body unclothed. His lines were fluid and beautiful, the muscles shifting beneath his dark skin as he rolled his wounded shoulder slowly. There was whipcord strength beneath his skin, his stomach flat and hard. She found herself wanting to touch the muscles there, probe them.
She shivered, angry with herself. She'd just been mauled by three men and this one wanted her, too. "You haven't a stitch on, MacGregor. Cover yourself."
"I want you." MacGregor's deep rasp slid across her damp skin as he rose and padded slowly toward her.
The firelight cast orange ribbons across his tall body, lashing at the width of his shoulders and streaming down the narrow length of his hips. Aroused and walking toward her, MacGregor did not shield his need.
"You can't have me!" Regina backed away a step and instantly realized her mistake. MacGregor's tall body had forced her into a drafty comer. Desire throbbed out of him, burning her flesh.
In the cramped space she couldn't move, her breath tight in her chest. MacGregor loomed over her in the shadows.
"I don't intend to debate the matter, ma'am. You're my woman from now on. We'll be married as soon as we can. But until then, we'll just have to make things do. Later there'll be time for knowing, but not now," he said rawly, his gaze shooting down her unbuttoned shirt. "I'll be easy, but I intend to stake my claim...."