The warmth of Evander's hands retreated from her and an involuntary mew of protest escaped Caroline's lips, even as she watched him toss aside his vest. But then they returned, searching, feeling Caroline moaned against his lips, feeling his fingers working at her buttons.

It took her a moment to realize what he was saying but when she did it dawned on her. The dress had been created for a maid to help her out of, she had a whole troussea full of nightgowns for this occasion. Apparently no one had expected the two to actually have to undress her. Were they doing something wrong? The thought passed through her mind. But she didn't care. She just wanted his hands back on her, his lips caressing her, his body tight against her.

A blush colored her lips as she whispered in horror, "They sewed me in."