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made quick work of the buttons. He pulled the dress down and off her body, leaving only her chemise between him and her body. He quickly dismissed with the last barrier between him and her bare skin. Pulling his shirt over his head, he felt her hands upon his breeches…so many buttons.
    A moment later her warm, firm breast s pressed against his bare chest. The most primitive hunger drove him. She arched her body to his shamelessly begging him to take her. Forgetting everything except the urgent need to possess her, he spread her legs. Her hair wild about her shoulders, he came inside of her, thrusting harder and harder until expunging the demons that haunted him this day. 
     
    She lay quietly in his arms as he played with her long hair. She pulled his hand to her lips and kissed it. “Would you like to talk of it?”
    “Let us just say that I am happy to have found you thus. I needed you this night,” he answered. “But that too is contentious of me.” His arms pulled her around to see her eyes. “My darling, Catherine, this cannot go on like this. I quite understand your feelings.
    “I have been patient, too patient. I need to make matters right. I haven’t liked this arrangement from the beginning. I have reached the point where it doesn’t matter what your father thinks, Cat.”
    She turned back, pulling his arm around her with a little laugh. “I believe you will get your wish. I see light shining through the curtains.”
    He drew her closer to him. “Good! I need you, Catherine Ann Gannon Corbett. It is about time that I wake with you in the morning light.”
    * * * *
    The sun rose and Catherine slept. He pulled the covers up, studying her face, so angelic. He caressed her cheek slightly.
    Her eyes inched slightly open.
    “No, my darling, sleep,” he said softly. “I will send for you after I talk with your father.”
    She closed her eyes with a slight smile. “You have married a coward, I’m afraid.”
    He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “All will be settled soon. You have nothing to be anxious about,” he lied, but he would make it all right. He would make her father see he was a worthy husband to his precious daughter.
    He tucked his shirt in and grabbed his waist coat before exiting his bedroom. He shut the door and discovered Gabriel sitting on his sofa. At most times, Gabriel’s apparel was impeccable. He took pride in his sunny good looks, his dusky blonde hair, smoldering blue eyes. This morning his hair was in disarray with reddened eyes, without a doubt in his mind, Jonathan realized his friend had little sleep.
    “Ah, Jonathan, I wondered where you were last night. Catherine came by before I left for the evening. I told her I expected you back. Thought you were coming to the tables….”
    Jonathan placed his hand to his mouth. “Catherine is sleeping.”
    A wide grin emerged upon his friend, “Ah, this is it. You are going to meet the wrath of her father. Talking to Stephen last night about such—”
    “You talked to her brother. Are you mad? He will tell his father before I get the chance.”
    “Calm yourself, Jonathan. Catherine had already told her brother,” Gabriel said. Grimacing, his palm went to his forehead. “Do you have something for my head, old friend? I’m afraid I overdid all last night.”
    Jonathan wanted to retort that his behavior did not resemble a man who also was contemplating walking down the aisle with Jonathan’s sister. But, he had held the conversation many times over the last few weeks with his friend.
    “I only want to get all out of my system. I doubt seriously if Hannah will allow me to go gambling and drinking to all hours of the night!”
    Jonathan stared at his friend. It wasn’t Gabriel’s gambling and drinking that bothered Jonathan most. It was the scent of perfume that followed his friend upon his return. He wanted not to betray his friend, his best friend since both could walk.
    Whereas Jonathan had spent the last couple of years