“The trick is to relax.”
She shook her head gently.
“No, darling. The trick is to be in love.”
Half an hour later the car pulled up in front of his house. Fraser led Catherine inside
to the library.
“Would you like a drink?”
She looked at him. “Let’s go upstairs.”
He took her in his arms and kissed her hard. She held him fiercely, wanting to draw
him into her. If anything goes wrong tonight, Catherine thought, I’ll kill myself. I really
will kill myself.
“Come on,” he said. He took Catherine’s hand.
Bill Fraser’s bedroom was a large masculine-looking room with a Spanish highboy
against one wall. At the far end of the room was an alcove with a fireplace and in front of
it, a breakfast table. Against one wall was a large double bed. To the left was a dressing
room and off that, a bathroom.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t care for that drink?” Fraser asked.
“I don’t need it.”
He took her in his arms again and kissed her. She felt the male hardness of him, and a
delicious warmth coursed through her body.
“I’ll be back,” he said.
Catherine watched him disappear into the dressing room. This was the nicest, most
wonderful man she had ever known. She stood there thinking about him, then suddenly
realized why he had left the room. He wanted to give her a chance to undress alone, so
that she would not be embarrassed. Quickly Catherine began taking off her clothes. She
stood there a minute later nude and looked down at her body and thought, Good-bye, Saint
Catherine. She went over to the bed, pulled back the spread and crawled between the
sheets.
Fraser walked in, wearing a cranberry moiré silk dressing gown. He came over to the
bed and stared at her. Her black hair was fanned out against the white pillow, framing her
beautiful face. It was all the more stirring because he knew that it was totally unplanned.
He slipped the robe off and moved into the bed beside her. She suddenly
remembered.
“I’m not wearing anything,” Catherine said. “Do you think I’ll get pregnant?”
“Let’s hope so.”
She looked at him, puzzled, and opened her mouth to ask him what he meant, but he
put his lips on hers and his hands began to move down her body, gently exploring, and she
forgot everything except what was happening to her, her whole consciousness