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assured and turned back around in her seat. John smiled to himself. He was a great judge of horses and carriages, and even if Henry rode like the wind after he picked up Isabella there was no way he would catch them. To be sure, John’s carriage would reach the hill nearly an hour before Henry’s.
    The roads were dry and his horses ate up the twenty miles to Lansdown. There weren’t any tourists about, which was no surprise given the banality of this particular excursion. He pulled the carriage to a shaded spot beneath a tree and turned to take Catherine’s hand in his.
    “Mr. Thorne!”
    John smiled. “Ah, you agreed to call me ‘John.’”
    She returned the expression. “John.”
    “Tell me about yourself, Catherine.”
    She blinked. “What is it you wish to know?” Her dainty brows drew together. “Oh, my situation. There is little mystery there, I’m afraid. I’m one of ten children, John. My ability to care for the younger ones undeniably contributes to my skill as a companion.” She gave him a small smile. “I’ve yet to lose a one of them, so your sister is quite safe in my company. As to my future after this delightful duty is passed, I have no fortune to speak of and will no doubt have to make my own way in the world once Isabella weds.”
    He was shocked by her frank disclosure, though he’d guessed the particulars. They were of little consequence to him in any event.
    “My sister is quite fickle, Catherine.” He kissed her hand, burying his nose beneath the hem of her glove to sniff her wrist. Orange marmalade. “It will likely be years before she weds.”
    “Years?” The hope in her big blue eyes set his blood pounding. He’d give anything to keep that hope alive. To make certain that she had a place in the world she wouldn’t have to make on her own. Should he take her as his mistress? She was an untried girl, one of virtue if not fortune. He had to have her, though. He’d reason out the rest of it later.
    “But you do not have to worry,” he said, drawing her closer. “I shall make certain of that.”
    He brought his lips to hers, flicking his tongue over them. She moaned and opened beneath him. He pulled back in surprise then plunged his tongue deep inside. Her taste was sharper here, intoxicating, and he began to lose himself. He brought his lips to her throat, dragging his tongue over her skin.
    “John,” he heard her murmur as she grabbed his hand. She placed it on her breast and sighed. “Oh, touch me.”
    He wasn’t one to deny such a pretty request. He kneaded her full breast through her spencer, but it wasn’t enough. He worked the tiny buttons free and saw she wore no fichu beneath. No, just her creamy skin met his gaze and his lips, for he had to kiss her there.
    “Catherine.” He flicked his tongue into her cleavage, and she arched against the seat. Reaching beneath her skirts, he brushed his fingers over the silken flesh above her stockings. He cupped her through her drawers, and she scalded him. “My God, you’re wet.”
    She nodded, her eyes squeezed shut. “Touch me, John.”
    He pushed her drawers aside and did so, using her juices to tease her clit where it hid among the damp curls. Her pussy grabbed at his fingers, her hips moving as he began that rhythm he knew would please her. He felt the proof of her virginity, and that stilled him for a moment. Then he looked at her. She wore her sexual frustration on her face, her need for what he could do for her. She might be a virgin in body, but she was a purely sexual being at the moment.
    He teased and pinched until he felt her climax start.
    “Yes!” she cried, spreading her legs wide. “Oh, that’s it!”
    She bucked as she came, soaking his hand with her juices. He could smell her scent, sweet and tangy, and he longed to taste her. To bury his face in her fragrant cunt and eat to his heart’s content. His mouth watered at the prospect. That was for another time, however. Tilman’s carriage could arrive