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around his tongue compelled his responses as if she were triggering a survival instinct. The arcing sexual avalanche meant there was a very short period of time to pull this back. It looked as if he had less than a minute or he’d be doing her in the backseat. Unacceptable.
    Lore wrenched his mouth off hers. Breathing hard, he tried not to glare down at her shell-shocked face. Scaring her because he couldn’t smile about this shit wasn’t his intention, but it wasn’t possible to look like a cuddly bear when it felt as if his cock were going to burn through his zipper.
    “Damn it, Lore. Quit kissing me. Just because you’re good at it doesn’t mean you have a right,” Kenna hissed.
    “Trust me.” His deep tones washed over her ragged responses, soothing them as he continued. “The way we respond to each other isn’t something I manipulate and use against you.” He let her sit up, but no fucking way was he giving in to her little tug for more space between them.
    “We fit, Kenna. The physical response we trigger in each other is growing. I suspect it is recognition on a cellular level because of our similar abilities.” He dragged a hand through his hair and glanced out the window to gage where they were. “But we have responsibilities, and now just showing up at this event is a life-and-death matter. I need you to trust me, Kenna.”
    Kenna studied him using her natural talent to seek deep into the man. It wasn’t something she should be doing. It was one of those things she didn’t want to explain if he somehow felt her doing it, but this was way beyond a special circumstance. He wanted her trust and she’d be kidding herself if she didn’t admit she wanted to give it to him. Just surrender and let him handle everything. What she found in his soul wasn’t helping her pull away.
    He felt such a deep apprehension about what might occur if he let her go. And he was just as confident he could handle whatever was happening. The man didn’t have an ounce of back up in him. He was not only willing to handle everything, he intended to do it. Kenna pulled back.
    Big, handsome, powerful and fully focused on her, could he be any more irresistible? But modern women do not just swoon into the big man’s arms and let him take care of everything, even if they really want to.
    It was time to light a candle for the demise of her modern woman because this situation had nothing to do with that chick. When death was personal and the one standing between her and it was the big man, he might as well be guarding the cave entrance.
    “Stop worrying about trust,” she answered softly. “I need to trust you. Do you get how scary that is? I need your strength, your protection, and we hardly know each other. Then there is this sexual-craving insanity happening between us. It scares me. Not as much as a terrorist bomber and kidnappers, but close.”
    “No one will take you from me,” he answered. “Don’t be afraid of our responses to each other. Consider it a bonus, another way to know you can depend on me.”
    The limo glided to a stop. Security jumped out of the front seat and did a quick search of the area before the king and his guest stepped out of the vehicle at the back of a large tent.
    “We’ll change into costumes here,” Lore explained as they moved quickly into the tent. “The woman with your clothes is waiting for us.”
    Inside, an elegant woman smiled and curtseyed deeply to the king. She simply looked courtly. From her Italian pumps to the faultless twist of her thick black hair she was perfection without appearing distant. It was difficult to tell her age. Kenna guessed somewhere in her thirties. She looked at Kenna and her eyes rounded in surprise as an almost reverent exclamation in her own language fell out of her mouth.
    Kenna smiled and held out her hand. “Hello, I’m Kenna.”
    The woman glanced at the king and took Kenna’s hand while dropping into a deep curtsey again.
    “No, no. No need