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    In answer Charlie whistled a peculiar set of notes. There was an answering whinny. “He’ll follow. Merlin is well trained.” He turned to look her straight in the eye, the moonlight through the window bright enough to let him see her features. “So,” he said as he thought his words over and forced himself not to show his feelings. His mind was full of what ifs? “Impatient as I am, ‘Peggy,’ to hear your long and interesting story, I am content to wait. Though not for too long.”
    He sat back and watched her eyes drift to where his cock was now trying to be free of its confines. “As you see, my cock is showing, I am impatient to be inside you, to show you everything a man and a woman can experience.” He paused. “In every way.”

C HAPTER S IX
    Caroline’s body heated and her skin tingled at his arousing words. She moved and curled up close to him. His warmth and hardness comforted her, and she sighed. It was bliss. “No,” she agreed. “Not for too long, just until we are warm, settled, and private.”
    She wished she felt more in control. She knew what she wanted to happen. Yet, it was the way it happened that mattered most. Yes, she admitted to herself, she wanted to feel Charlie inside her, to experience that total union. But, and it was a big but, if he was not as committed as she, then the act of making love, their joining, would be worthless. Any feelings and emotions she would feel would become debased. So she needed to tread with care. She decided the first step was to be open and honest with him and hope he would return the favor.
    One inside her home, she discarded her cloak and led him to her little parlor on the first floor. She loved the room. It was frankly sensuous, deep red and gold silk wall hangings and long golden curtains that covered the shutters. The furniture was generous, the chaise a daybed large enough for two. After she had read her aunt’s epistle, she knew why. There was no other place where she felt that she could talk openly about her past and their hopeful future to Charlie.
    She took care not to spill any liquid as she handed him a glass of port and wondered as she did so if they would drink the champagne afterward. She seated herself on the only chair in the room made for one and waved him to the large roomy seat opposite.
    “Well,” she began. Her palms were damp; the next few minutes were so important. “It’s a long story. Will you listen and hear me out? Before dinner. Because I am too nervous to eat until you have heard and commented on what I will say.” She gestured to a selection of cold food on the table next to him. “If you cannot wait until dinner,” she began, but he interrupted her.
    “I can wait for food, but am impatient for you. And I would prefer you sitting here next to me, as you tell me whatever you need to say. So, please talk, fast, before I disgrace myself.”
    She looked at his obvious arousal. She did that to him? It gave her courage.
    “First, I must go back several years. To when, as a schoolgirl, I first saw a blond Adonis escorting a lady through the park. I was with my governess. She stopped to talk to a friend, and I wandered off to try and see where the couple had gone. As it turned out, ‘twas not very far. Out of general sight, but where a twelve-year-old innocent could come across them and see just where his hands were.” She laughed. “Not anywhere I thought a gentleman could put his hands, but as the lady seemed to enjoy it, I thought it must be acceptable. Until the gentleman caught sight of me and gave me a rather large piece of his mind. A wonder I wasn’t put off beautiful blond men for life. Though it seems I wasn’t.”
    “Lucinda Hermiston,” Charlie murmured. “I remember. A scrubby little schoolgirl saw us. I had one hand up Lucinda’s skirt and one inside her bodice. That was you?”
    She nodded. “That was the first time I saw you. The next time was when I was almost due to come out. You were