From here" -she pointed to her hip-"down to the hem. "And openwork on the right side of the skirt. "And there's the loveliest openwork over my.well, here." She drew her finger over the curve of her breast a bare inch above the nipple. Here." She traced a plunging U over her bosom. "Wine red," she said, "With narrow black ribbons threaded through the neckline. Which is absurd, when an evening gown reveals far more, not to mention-" "But if it were left to Aunt Louisa," she went on,"I should be covered from my chin to my toes in thick cotton ruffled with monstrosities with little bows and rosebuds. Jessica heard him suck in his breath, felt the muscular thigh tense against hers. She said only Cyprians wear such things, and it leaves nothing to the imagination." "It was ghastly expensive," she said, "but the silk is as fine as gossamer, and the eyelet work about the neckline is exquisite. I should not have put the modiste to so much trouble about the negligee." "Well, if I must, I must, for you have the advantage of experience in these matters. "Truly?" She shot him a glance from under her lashes. I cannot think why I should need strength," she said, ignoring a host of spine-tingling images rising in her mind's eye. “You'll want all your strength for the wedding night."
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