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she was here to learn the variations of marital intercourse so she could interpret them for her younger sister.
    But James understood more about women than any other subject, and he appreciated where their innocent talking would lead. She was an untried, twenty-five-year-old virgin, her body primed and ready for a sexual upheaval. He, with great delight, was prepared to make sure she experienced one.
    From the straightening of her spine, and the nervous opening and closing of her fists, he could tell he disturbed her. These were very good signs of the sensual future they would inevitably share.
    “You’ve never seen a naked man?” he asked again. “Not even when you were engaged?”
    “Mercy, no!” she asserted, blushing delightfully. “How could you imagine such an occurrence would have happened?”
    “Many betrothed couples decide they cannot wait for their wedding night.”
    “Not me. And certainly not my fiancé!” She dared a sideways glance, looking at him through veiled lashes. “What kind of woman must you believe me to be?”
    “I think you are the finest lady,” he responded truthfully, while contemplating how dreadfully pretty she was up close. All smooth skin, moist lips, and pink cheeks. “I make no judgments through my questions. I only wish to determine where we should begin, and I had wondered if perhaps you and your fiancé . . .”
    “No.” She laughed softly. “I hardly knew him, and I was never alone with him.”
    “Very well,” he said, intrigued by the sheltered life she’d led. She was five years younger than himself, yet in many ways innocent as a child. Her upbringing had been so contrary to his own. Just by the fact that his mother was an actress, he’d been raised around theater people and other artists, so he’d nearly always associated with women who were cognizant of the facts of life from an early age. With the exception of his wife, his lovers had always been adept, uninhibited women.
    Her naïveté captivated him; it thrilled him, as well. He relished the chance to act as her tutor. What sort of willing pupil might she eventually turn out to be?
    “Let us start,” he said, “by my explaining the basics. We will expand from there.”
    “That sounds like a good idea.”
    One corner of her lovely mouth lifted in a tentative smile, making her appear as if she couldn’t quite decide if she wanted to hear what he had to say or not. Despite her insistence that she was ready to learn all, she was about to be tremendously shocked—perhaps even alarmed—by what he would impart.
    “This will be difficult for you. We are going to discuss things you’ve never imagined, and we will speak of body parts and bodily functions. I don’t want you to feel overly embarrassed or shamed about the topics we will mention. Please ask me any questions that come to mind. Can you do that? Can you ask me questions?”
    “I think so,” she murmured quietly. “ ’Tis very easy to talk with you.”
    “Good. I promise that I will do my best to respond openly and honestly.” She nodded hesitantly, accepting his gesture, and he continued. “A man and a woman are created differently,” he said. “In their private parts between their legs.”
    “Why?”
    “Because their private parts are used for sexual mating.Unclothed, a man and a woman look completely dissimilar.”
    “Really?” She held her eyes bravely affixed to his, but he could sense that she wanted to peek lower, as though she could peer through his trousers to see if his statement was true. The thought of her viewing his naked form and assessing his aroused state sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin, and he had to fight back a lusty groan. Amazingly, she could instill such stinging desire, not by doing anything, but solely through her proximity.
    “Really,” he eventually replied, then he paused for a lengthy period, pondering his unruly cravings—so long, in fact, that she finally broke the silence with a