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“I never forget beautiful women or fast horses,” he said with a faint smile, and would have released her hand had she not gripped him tightly in her fingers.
“Sir John,” she said without looking at Harvey. “How pleasant to see you again.”
Harvey promptly took his cue. “And you, my lady. Pardon me, if you will, as I see some old friends beckoning me.”
Katherine didn’t bother to acknowledge his departure, but kept her amber gaze on Colter.
“It’s been far too long, you wicked scoundrel. Are you avoiding me?”
“Not you, but I’ve no desire to meet your husband at dawn under the oaks in Hyde Park.”
She laughed, a throaty sound, her husky voice a purr when she said softly, “Am I not worth risking your life?”
“Decidedly. But no woman is worth prison.”
Another playful tap of her fan on his arm, and she released his hand to run her fingers up his sleeve in a light caress. “My my, we do have our preferences straight. What makes you so certain you would kill my husband in a duel? You might—” she leaned close, her breath a warmth against his cheek “—only wound him.”
“If I’m put to the trouble of meeting a man with weapons, my sweet, I do not leave him alive to try again.”
“I always said you were a dangerous beast.” She drew back slightly. Excitement gleamed in those amber eyes, a golden glow that couldn’t hide the sheen of barely concealed lust. Many were their nights together when he’d left her bed with claw marks on his back, marks she’d made in the heat of passion until he’d sworn at her, jerked her hands over her head to take her roughly, as she liked him to do. Lady Katherine preferred her sexual encounters to be contests, and bloodletting was expected. He had learned quickly enough to treat her as a whore and not a lady. It heightened her passion.
Now she leaned even closer, displaying the generous swells of her breasts. She’d rouged her nipples; they were clearly visible beneath the low bodice of her gown, an invitation and promise.
“I’ve missed you,” she murmured, and he took her hand from his sleeve to bring it to his mouth, lips grazing her knuckles lightly at first, then with his teeth. She drew in a sharp, excited breath.
“You’ve not had a dearth of admirers in your bed from what I hear, Katherine,” he said, and she pursed her lips in a pretense of pouting.
“None as formidable as you, Colter. You’re the only man capable of earning my respect.”
“You mean obedience. Give them a whip to stripe your lovely backside, and they’ll earn your respect quickly enough.”
“Oh, that’s something to consider.”
He smiled, a sardonic twist of his mouth. No doubt, Lady Katherine already owned silken whips and ropes and other toys to play the games she liked. She was a feral creature, with tiger eyes and a body made for pleasure, not for the demure social life a title and money required.
“You’d do well as a bird of paradise,” he drawled. Instead of being insulted, she agreed.
“I’ve thought of it. If I could manage it without anyone knowing my identity, I swear I’d enjoy it. I’d be the most sought after demimonde in all of England.”
“I’ve no doubt of that, little cat. But behave yourself here. Eyes and ears are everywhere.”
She’d slipped her hand between their bodies to run her fingers over his belly and lower, practiced strokes of her hand that summoned an instant erection.
“Damn you,” he said calmly, and grasped her wrist in a steely grip. She only laughed, brows arching.
“It’s dark in this corner, Colter. Let’s step back a bit. I’ll lift my skirts and you—”
“Require much more time than we’d have here,” he cut in. He flicked the backs of his fingers against the soft curve of her cheek in a light rebuke. “Don’t tempt me. I’ve enough temptations.”
“Yes, so I saw earlier.” Unperturbed by his refusal, quite confident in her own beauty and ability to arouse him, she tilted her head toward the ballroom. “That milk and water Colonial with no manners. Lady Leverton presents her as her protégé, but it’s doubtful she’ll be accepted. It will be most s
urprising if Lady Jersey grants her a voucher to Almack’s.”
“I doubt Miss St. Clair will feel the lack. I’ve not noticed many men here asking Lady Jersey’s opinion.”
“No? Perhaps you’re right.” Katherine glanced toward the ballroom again, her gaze narrowed and thoughtful. “Do you intend to pursue Miss St. Clair?”
“Pursue is hardly the word I’d use, but I’ve never been one to turn down an invitation from a lovely lady. Do you have any objections?”
