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to himself, that wasn’t the sole bottom he was interested in.
    Charlie moved and caught her unawares. His cock pressed hard against her. She gasped. With pleasure or horror? He hoped the first, had a sneaking suspicion by the way she eyed the edge of his shirt where it barely covered the top of his pantaloons, it may be the second. He didn’t allow either of them time to find out, as he swiftly lifted her into his arms and blatantly rested her against his erection—in for a penny, as they said—and moved with a rapid stride into his bedchamber.
    “Not the bed,” she said as she whorled her tongue around in his ear. “The chaise or the chair. Not the bed. Not yet.”
    “Why not?” he asked in surprise as he nevertheless obliged her and sat on the chaise with her snug on his lap.
    “Because I will not go to bed with you until…” She paused.
    “Until?”
    Caroline sighed. “Until I know it is forever.”
    He looked at her in his arms. Her bodice was open and her beautiful breasts on display for him. He felt something new stir inside.
    “How will you know?” he asked, curious as to her reasons. “I keep my word, Caroline. I will be yours and only yours, on your say so. But the choice is yours. Not mine. And”—he paused as he struggled with himself—”I want to be selfless and say until you agree to marry me, I will not touch you. But I do not have that strength of will.”
    Her mood changed. “Oh, sir, I am so glad,” she murmured and did her little wriggle in his lap. “For this is so enjoyable, don’t you think?” she said, her tone low and to him, full of promise. “I can feel you growing ever harder beneath me.”
    “Look and see,” he invited and began to move her from his lap.
    She shook her head. “Oh no, too soon. What if I am disappointed? ‘Tis much better to imagine how you look, how hard but silky soft you are. That I have felt and will feel again, perhaps at some point.”
    He didn’t understand her. He could almost think she was inexperienced, a novice in the art of coquetry, almost shy. But surely not? Not when she had been so bold earlier.
    “Caroline. No more games,” he warned. “Well, verbal games. You can tease and entice all you like. I must know. Are you experienced in any of the art of arousal, of lovemaking? I do not wish to shock you or hurt you, but sooner rather than later, we will sate ourselves in each other. It must be wanted by both of us and be a joyous experience. To reach true ecstasy together is a rare thing. But if we choose to, we will achieve it. So?” He stared at her, his expression serious and intense. She flushed and wriggled. “Caroline. Your experience? Please?”
    “All learned from you, Charlie. All from you. Whether you realize it or not. You have been my mentor, my tutor.” She was silent for a moment. “Do you trust me, Charlie? Will you give me a little time before I tell you all? For in all honesty it is not all mine to tell.”
    “How much time?” He waited and watched a myriad of emotions expressed on her face. He could but hope he saw truth and longing there. He dare not hope for more.
    “I would like to say I don’t know. But judging by the way you feel,” she said and moved against him, “I could not be that cruel.”
    He was sure that wriggle was to make him aware of her awareness of his penis, hard and tight as it nestled against her bottom. He hoped its strength and heat permeated through her skirt to her skin.
    “And in truth, do not want to be,” Caroline continued. “I long for the time when we are as one. But,” she cautioned as he made a move to lift her skirts. “Not yet. Soon. For once I have felt you inside me, there will be no going back. And we both must be sure. Very, very sure. When I explain all I need to you, then, we will see. However, I am sure I can help to relieve your tension.” She slipped off his lap and knelt on the floor in front of him, much as he had done to her earlier.
    Charlie looked at her