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preliminaries, as much as women do.”
    “I think you’re wrong.” She gazed at him. “I think it’s a lack of education and refinement.”
    “How so?”
    “Think of it as a meal.” She really did sound like a schoolteacher. Strangely enough, her academic tone did nothing to dampen his heightened awareness of her body. His mind still fixated on the feel of her thigh through the deep green damask of her skirts and the wool of his trouser leg.
    “An uncivilized man reaches right for the main course and devours it,” Genevieve explained. “A gentleman of refinement, on the other hand, takes his time. He samples every course, from the appetizer to the dessert, and savors it. Now, which man do you think enjoys his meal more?”
    “I take your point.” The logic of the argument impressed Will. He was even more affected by the pleasure of hearing this bewitching woman talk about sampling and savoring.
    Had she expected him to be a brute? “I assure you, I have every intention of sampling each course.”
    Her face went hard. “You misunderstand me. Tonight is to be a preliminary lesson only.”
    Damn. This wasn’t what he’d bargained for.
    “I don’t know,” he said, after a pause. “As you can imagine, Miss Bell, I was expecting a different sort of evening.”
    “The choice is yours, Mr. Creighton. I need to be sure about who I take on. I’m very particular.” She shrugged. “Why should I not be?”
    “Well...”
    “And as I say, it takes a certain kind of man to enjoy every stage of lovemaking. Not every man even has the patience.”
    The vixen. Is that what she thought? That he was no more than an eager schoolboy?
    Well, she would learn differently, damn it. He’d kiss her like she’d never been kissed in her life.
    “I think you will find, Miss Bell,” he leaned a tiny bit closer to her, “that my patience will last far longer than your own.”
    Genevieve straightened. “Well, then. I suppose we may begin.” She drained the rest of her brandy in a prodigious gulp and set it down.
    “Lovemaking,” she told him, “begins with the mouth.”
    “I fully agree.” Will pulled her to him and captured her mouth in a kiss.
    He heard the whimper at the back of her throat, a sound of surprise and sudden response.
    His tongue explored and reveled in the taste of her, of expensive brandy and her own indefinable taste, almost like an autumn pear, spicy and sweet. Pleasure flowed through him at the sensation of her full lips under his, her warm body up against his own.
    Will had almost forgotten how soft a woman felt. How welcoming.
    She pulled back, her mouth in an indignant frown.
    “I meant,” she said, slightly breathless, “that lovemaking begins with speech .”
    “Indeed,” he said dryly. He thought there’d been quite enough speech already.
    “Mr. Creighton,” she chided him. “Do you not want to know how to make any woman...even the most proper lady...warm and willing to do anything you might desire?”
    Well. “I suppose so.”
    “You may not think much of words. But if you’re wise, you will know that a woman lives for them.”
    For a moment, she had a faraway, almost wistful look in her eyes. But then it passed so quickly that Will wasn’t sure he’d seen it in the first place.
    “One or two well-placed compliments,” Genevieve went on to say, “a declaration of affection...and you’ll find that a lady will melt like wax.” She shrugged. “You may begin.”
    “Just like that?” Annoyed to be put on the spot, he snorted. “I have no talent for empty flattery.”
    “Then it’s well we’re having this lesson. You seem clever enough. Can you think of nothing to say?”
    Her green eyes fixed him in a challenging stare.
    Beautiful eyes.
    Hardly thinking, Will said in a low tone, “A man could get lost in those green eyes of yours, as easily as getting lost at sea.”
    Genevieve blinked. Her lips parted as though she was astonished. Her gaze took on a soft intensity.
    “That