Their lips touched and clung. Given her position lying on his shoulder, she had to stretch up to meet him and he had to tilt down quite a ways for her. It should have been awkward. It wasn't. It was so very, very exciting. Her toes curled, her belly quivered, and her blood seemed to sing in her ears. So she pulled back to look at him. She was making a decision. In truth she'd made it the first night he'd climbed into her bedroom window, but now she was resolute. She would know what making love was like. She didn't care about the consequences. She was old enough and well past time to know about this part of life. He must have seen the change in her eyes. He lifted up his head to study her face more closely. "What?" he asked. "What are you thinking?" "I was five years old the first time I walked in on my father and the nanny. Five years old, but I remember it clearly. There were many more times after that with the maids or visiting ladies. My father was never discrete or even quiet. I understood the mechanics of the deed by the time I was eight." "Good God." "When Robert was nine, he brought home a tin of French letters." She frowned and lifted her chin.
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