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his wife’s hands. “My dear,” he said to her, “I do not know what you have been told about this night—how you have been prepared.”
    Caroline became very shy, and her cheeks grew hot. “I… I have been told enough. I know my duties.”
    â€œNo. There is no duty here —only pleasure.” He released her hands to grasp her chin lightly. “Look me in the eyes, Caroline. This night shall be given over only to your pleasure. Do you trust me?”
    Caroline struggled with the concept and then finally surrendered. “I will try.”
    Sir John smiled. “An honest answer.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. “I shall now call for Abigail. Will a half hour be sufficient?”
    â€œThank you, yes.” Her husband smiled and left the room through the door that connected their suites. Caroline drew breath and made her way into her dressing room. A few moments later, Abigail joined her. Without a word, the girl helped Caroline out of her dress. She is as nervous as I am , thought Caroline. The maid crossed the room to Caroline’s trunk.
    â€œMy lady, you wish to wear… this?” Abigail stuttered.
    The maid’s modesty brought a smile to Caroline’s lips. “Yes.”
    â€œAnd the robe?”
    Caroline considered it. “No. Come, girl, see to my hair.”
    After thirty minutes, Sir John entered his wife’s room wearing a robe over his nightshirt. He beheld his bride seated at her dressing table, hair down, and her back to him. He called her name.
    Slowly she rose from the chair. Sir John almost gasped. The ivory negligee she wore was almost transparent, and he could clearly see the outline of her back and buttocks. She turned and he could see that her nipples were distended, evidence of her desire.
    â€œBeautiful—you are beautiful. Come, my dear.” Sir John held out his hand.
    Caroline could not believe she could blush further, but no one had ever called her beautiful before. She slowly walked towards him. To her it was a dream, and she felt somehow detached as if she were watching someone else.
    Sir John slowly caressed her shoulders and arms while murmuring low tones in her ear and kissing her hair. Finally, he sensed that her reserve had been broken, and she began to relax, to respond. His lips moved to hers while his arms encircled her.
    Caroline melted into the kiss, her body coming in firm contact with his. Not for the first time did she feel the evidence of his desire, but she did not flinch. She felt a need that she knew only his body could fulfill.
    Sir John’s hands slid downward to her hips. Caroline’s eyes opened first in surprise before closing in pleasure. Her arms rose first to his shoulders, then around his neck in response. Sir John’s lips moved to her chin, her cheek, her neck. Caroline felt the heat within her grow, and moaned in regret when Sir John suddenly lifted his head and cupped her face. For a moment, blue eyes bore into green. Caroline drew breath and relaxed.
    Sir John stepped back and removed his robe. At first, he seemed to Caroline’s eyes a bit silly in his nightshirt, and the thought acted to relax her further. The top buttons of the garment were undone, and his broad chest peeked from underneath. Unconsciously, she licked her lips. Sir John moved closer again, this time caressing her as his hands drifted down to the small points of her breasts and his fingertips made circles around them.
    Caroline knew she was slim and, therefore, smaller than many ladies of her acquaintance. She had worried that Sir John might be disappointed in her. But his touch vanquished that concern. The feelings he stirred within her were all delightful, and Caroline could not help but give out a small cry of pleasure.
    â€œYes, Caro, let me know what pleases you,” he murmured. Sir John smiled as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs feeling her nipples through the