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was shockingly intimate, having his warm, long fingered hand wrapped around my ankle.
    â€œThis must hurt you,” he said, touching the spot where my half boot had rubbed at my ankle.
    â€œI got used to it. All my shoes are too small, sir. Mostly I try to go bare foot, but last year I stepped on a nail and it got putrid. I was lucky I didn’t lose my…” I stopped short. “I’m sorry.”
    He nodded, as if he could not imagine being so poor. And I was not half so poor as most. I didn’t want to see the glaze of pity in those handsome eyes. Desire was something far more easy to accept.
    â€œAfter today, I can buy proper boots.”
    He winced. And then, he came up on his knees so that he was kneeling between my legs. We were face to face. He took my face in his hands, and I could feel his long fingers at my ears, his thumbs near my throat. He drew my face close to his and he kissed me. It was a dulcet kiss. A drugging, gentle kiss that stirred my very soul. I could smell his hair and his skin. It smelled of fine milled soap and lemons, and his mouth was delicious. Hot, spicy, sweet like the candied ginger that Roger had once brought me as a present. I waited for his tongue to invade my mouth. I prayed for it to happen with my eyes closed.
    â€œAre you sure about this, Kita?” he whispered against my lips.
    â€œYes, oh, yes. I’m sure.”
    â€œYou feel so good, but I want you to want this, too. I want you to want me, too. As I do you.” His tone was husky, sensual, but there was an underlying note that I didn’t want to dwell on. Had he called me, Kita? If he had, I didn’t care. I suppose I hadn’t fooled him with my disguise. He’d seen through it. He could probably see that I was half in love with him already. Something that he was used to having happen, I’m sure.
    â€œI do. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be with than you.” I smiled at him and touched his smooth shaven cheek.
    â€œI’ll teach you all you need to know. I hope I can go slow, it’s been a long time for me.”
    I felt his hands at the ties to my bodice. He released the ties and pulled the garment from my skirt. I helped him pull it over my head. He looked at my breasts beneath my sheer chemise, his depth of concentration causing me to smile. He looked like Roger’s dog when he was expecting the cook to give him the soup bone. My nipples were plainly visible and hardened to points beneath the thin cloth. I felt no shame, just a heightened awareness of my womanly self. It was wonderful. I had denied it so long. I was stunned by the look on his face, the same torturous need that I seemed to be feeling.
    He picked up a tendril of hair that has fallen to my shoulder and studied it for a while, testing the texture between his long, elegant fingers. I looked at his half closed, heavily lashed eyes, the way his lips parted ever so slightly. He raised the lock of hair to his mouth and brushed it against his lips.
    â€œBeautiful,” he said. “You are too beautiful.”
    I could barely breathe. I could not think. I just stared at that mouth, coming closer to mine.
    â€œI am going to kiss you again, Kita. Tell me now if you object.”
    â€œI have no objections. It’s what I came here for.”
    He slanted his mouth across mine, teasing my lips with soft, slow, tantalizing kisses, each one just a foray into unknown territory, a promise, a taste of what would come.
    My heart raced and my thoughts flew about in my mind like fluttering birds. I thought I was going to die there in his arms and that I would burn slowly like a martyr on a pyre—and that was what some would say I had done without the benefit of a promise of forever, or love, or a gold ring around my finger—and I would enjoy every second of this delicious sin. It was akin to being licked by fire. Slow burning, just a flicker or a spark that would ignite all too soon and