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    “Don’t think of troublesome things,” he whispered into her ear. “You’re just supposed to relax.”
    “It’s hard to relax when you are touching me like this,” she admitted to him.
    “Very well. It’s your turn then.” He turned her around and put the sponge in her hand.
    “To wash you or myself?” she asked dumbly, trying to absorb all that was happening. She was so incredibly overwhelmed by him.
    “Hmm. An excellent question,” he purred. “Perhaps in the future I will watch you bathe yourself…watch you touch and stimulate yourself to orgasm.” He paused as if mentally savoring the idea. “But for now I will settle for having your wonderful little hands on my body, stroking me to the brink of orgasm.”
    “But…but what if I’m not—“
    She was going to say not good enough, but something told her it would not be a well-received speculation. The truth was, she had such little experience pleasing men. Her one love affair had been so sedate. So pedestrian. This was a man who had had many lovers over many years, a man who knew what he wanted and knew how to take it. A man whose tastes and expectations were probably far from ordinary.
    “I am unsure of…how to begin with a man like you,” she said timidly.
    “Well, you would start from the top, just as you would any man,” he said with an amused grin twitching at his lips.
    “But you are not just any man,” she whispered, her gaze dropping away from his.
    He reached out with a wet hand, drawing gentle fingertips along the line of her jaw.
    “I am yours to do with as you will,” he said softly.
    “And if my will does not match yours?” she asked shyly.
    “It will. I will be content with whatever you wish to give to me.”
    She turned the sponge over in her hands. She was not satisfied with his response. It told her only that he would bring himself down to her level, not that she might be capable of reaching up to his. She was much too far out of his sphere.
    For now, he was bringing himself into hers and she could not make herself resist the temptation he presented. She slowly lathered up the sponge as she eyed him, judging her approach. She touched the sponge to the side of his neck, and then slowly washed all around his throat.
    Dendri tipped his head back, allowing her free access to wherever she wished to go. She washed him along the benign length of his neck and throat thoroughly as she worked up the courage to move on to other landscapes. He smiled when her sponge curved over his shoulders and swished across the width of his chest. It drew down and spanned him from nipple to nipple, and she felt his fingers flexing against her where they were settled around her arm.
    “Your touch is sweet,” he murmured against her ear after he leaned in close to her. The nearness of him and the intensity of his words were overwhelming. The entire situation was overwhelming. The day had brought things she had never thought in her wildest dreams she would find. She had started the day determined to begin a new life as a non. Now…now she was there becoming the lover of one of the most powerful majji in their world.
    “Would that be so terrible?” he asked, reminding her of how easy it was for him to see into her thoughts. “Is it such a terrible idea to become my lover?”
    “No. Not terrible at all. Not by far,” she said earnestly. “Only, I feel I am so far out of my depth with you.”
    “You are just as worthy to be with me as I am to be with you. Remember that.”
    But he could not convince her. She knew exactly how disparate they were. Still, she put that aside for the time being and forced herself to concentrate on the task at hand. Perhaps if she went through the motions of being his lover then she would come to feel she deserved him. That she could somehow be his equal.
    She dipped the sponge beneath the level of the water, feeling the resistance of his belly as she pushed against him slightly. She listened to the sound of