Tyler, Lynn - For Her Honor [For Her] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Lynn Tyler Page A

from his bed nightly.
    He cleared his throat, pulling her gaze up to his face. Gently, he pulled his arm from her grip and tugged at his wet plaid. He gazed at her nose for a few seconds, seemingly unable to meet her eyes. Finally he cleared his throat again. “You are quite skilled at healing,” he said roughly.
    “Aye,” Jocelyn said. “I was taught by our village healer.”
    She waded forward a few steps in an attempt to recapture his arm and found herself staring at his chest. It was an impressive chest, nicely muscled with small brown nipples peeking through the matt of hair.
    She blushed and bit her lower lip as she forced herself to move her gaze elsewhere. She heard a small groan leave his throat and jerked her eyes back to his. “Are you all right?”
    He nodded jerkily, and his eyes seemed to glaze over as he gazed down at her. His eyes were focused somewhere south of her own. Farther south than her mouth. Even farther south than her chin. Jocelyn blushed when she realized he was gazing at the collar of her tunic where it gaped slightly. She cursed her fair genes as a blush moved steadily up her chest and neck.
    Jocelyn jumped when he groaned again and nearly fell on her bottom when he stepped away from her suddenly, scrubbing his hands restlessly through his hair. He blew out a breath and turned his back on her. He stood with his hands on his hips, his whole body held rigidly. What she wouldn’t do to mold herself against him, to wrap her arms around his middle and feel his lips on hers.
    She was going to the nunnery, and once there, she would never get the chance to feel what it would be like to be held close to a man, to feel his hands wander over her body, to share the same breath as a male. She looked over at the man. He certainly seemed able to provide her with those experiences. Could she really ask him? Yes , her mind screamed at her. She was considered the wild MacKenna sister for a reason.
    She waded over to him and placed her hands on his back, gently massaging the tight muscles of his back. He was shockingly warm and hard, and she instantly wanted to drape herself around him. To take him in her heart and protect him with everything she had. “What is your name?” she asked, surprised when her voice sounded husky.
    “Robbie,” he answered. His voice was low and rough, and a shiver raced through his body.
    “Robbie,” she repeated, testing his name on her tongue. She wondered if he was related somehow to Colin Gunn. Robbie Gunn. It somehow sounded wrong, as if he had been given the wrong name. The Robbie suited him, but Gunn…it just seemed wrong. “Will you not turn around?” she asked softly.
    He sighed and turned around, locking his stare somewhere over her left shoulder.
    “Am I so unappealing you do not even want to look at me?” she asked quietly.
    He shoved his hand through his hair again and looked at her briefly before gazing over her shoulder again. “Ah, lass,” he said. “It is just the opposite.”
    Jocelyn fought the need to smile at his obvious discomfort as her body heated even more. The man wanted her. “Then why will you not look at me?”
    He fidgeted awkwardly and took a step slightly away from her. She followed and decreased the distance between them. He took another step back, and she took another forward. They continued the routine, a clumsy dance of sorts, until he slipped and was forced to stumble into her or fall over.
    He ended up with his hands on her shoulders and her head tucked neatly under his chin. She was plastered against his front and could feel the evidence of his desire prodding her belly insistently. Instantly a flood of moisture gathered between her legs, and she shifted restlessly.
    “Lass,” he said quickly, trying to put some distance between them. “The thoughts I am having of you are highly inappropriate. You are to be a nun.”
    “Aye,” Jocelyn breathed. “But I am not a nun yet. Please…” She searched for the words that might