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at any moment.
    He rubbed a hand over his aching cock, giving it a long stroke. “Ah, what you do to me.”
    “I don’t…” She opened her eyes to stare up at him. “To you ?”
    “Do you think me unaffected? My cock is hard as a rock, love.” He shifted and settled between her thighs, teasing her opening with his throbbing shaft. “I want you, Catherine. Can you feel me?”
    She froze, then he stroked his swollen shaft over her clit and she let out a delighted squeal. “Oh, yes. Why, that is remarkable!”
    He prayed his lauded control would hold as he moved himself over her heat. She closed her eyes again and wriggled again him. He froze. He had to stop and right this moment.
    “Catherine,” he whispered, kissing her mouth. “We mustn’t.”
    She blinked up at him, and then her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. “Oh!”
    He wanted her, so desperately that he’d nearly disgraced himself in his trousers. So much for his control. She made him forget himself, and the notion wasn’t as frightening as he’d once believed. That moment he realized matters had changed. She would never be just his mistress. No. She was everything.
    And he would do everything in his power to keep her forever.

Chapter 4
    Catherine tried to catch her breath, her body still trembling from all John had done to her. Oh, this was so much better than her dreams!
    “Catherine, love,” he rasped, nuzzling her cheek. “My God, Catherine.”
    She stroked his broad shoulders, feeling her pussy twinge with every breath. He was still pressed against her, and she wished for a moment that she could have him deep inside. Even in her fevered dreams she’d never imagine such a thing. It felt as though something was missing. She’d had her very first climax yet she felt incomplete.
    “John, could you…”
    He straightened and flashed her a bright smile. “I don’t want to crush you.” He’d misunderstood. She didn’t want to let go. No, she wanted him to finish what he started. However could she admit such a thing?
    He pulled away from her with a grunt, and before she could glimpse that remarkable member hidden in his trousers he shifted to conceal it from view. He then helped her arrange herself, easing her skirts down and brushing his hands over the fabric.
    “Not too wrinkled,” he said.
    She looked down and allowed that no one would guess how altered she was beneath her pretty gown. He hadn’t taken her, but that was due to his presence of forethought, not her own. What did this mean? Did John wish a permanent arrangement? She dismissed the thought as soon as it arose. That would be ridiculous. She was nothing.
    Her fingers shook as she attempted to fasten her spencer over her still-tingling breasts. John took over the task, dropping a kiss on her cheek when he’d finished.
    “There. Once again you are a picture.”
    The sound of carriage wheels over the road reached her. John turned, a frown marring his handsome face for a moment. Then he smiled at her. “This is just the beginning, Catherine,” he rushed out. “I will find a way for us to be together.”
    Her breath caught. “What do you mean, John?”
    He flashed another smile then shook his head. “My sister and Tilman are nearly upon us.” He grabbed her hand and kissed it. “We’ll speak soon.”
    Henry’s carriage pulled up behind John’s. Henry glared at John before alighting and assisting Isabella out of the carriage.
    “I say, your horses are very fast,” Henry said.
    John shrugged. “I saw no reason to put off our pleasure to keep to a slower pace.”
    Catherine’s face heated at his words. Pleasure, indeed! Isabella stared at her, her head tilted to one side. Could she guess what John had done to her? Or what she longed for him to do still? Catherine glanced at Henry, seeing that dark intent in his soulful eyes. Her gaze fell to his hands. They were such nice hands. How would he make love? She gave herself a mental shake. Oh, she had to cease with these