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over so that he was pinning her to the ground, while she wrapped herself around him and nearly made him forget that they were in public.
    Now he was remembering how wild she’d been in bed, how responsive, how hot and explosive they’d been together before everything had started to go wrong. And as the memories began to come hard and fast all his blood shot south, and within seconds he was sporting an erection harder than granite.
    Great, thought Kit, beginning to sweat as the throbbing in his body strengthened. No proper action in that department for five long, dry, frustrating years, and yet one glimpse of Lily’s thigh, a hint of soft, luscious cleavage and there it was. His libido, back with ferocious force.
    He shoved his hands deep in his pockets as much to stop them from reaching out to strip that dress from her body and touch her as to disguise the very visible effect she was having on him.
    ‘Well?’ she said expectantly, and he stared at her mouth, desperate to find out if she still tasted the same, felt the same.
    Which he couldn’t do, he realised as common sense made a timely and most welcome appearance. For about a billion reasons. She was his ex. He hadn’t thought about her like that for years. She probably still hated him. He didn’t think he particularly liked her. They had more history than the Egyptians. She had a boyfriend. He wasn’t thinking rationally. Or with his head.
    In fact, he should probably get out of here. Now. Before he lost control and did something he’d regret. Which was all too possible given the length of his abstinence and the strength of the assault his body and mind were under.
    ‘I should go,’ he said, his voice sounding scratchy and rough.
    Lily stared up at him in baffled astonishment. ‘What? Go? Why?’
    ‘You were right—we don’t have anything to talk about.’
    So much for all that nonsense about being able to behave like rational, sensible, civil adults, thought Kit grimly. Right now he was feeling anything but.
    ‘Really?’
    ‘Really.’
    She frowned. ‘Are you all right, Kit? You seem kind of upset all of a sudden.’
    The effort of keeping himself under control what with everything that was raging inside him was making his jaw ache. ‘I’m fine.’
    ‘You don’t look fine.’
    ‘Leave it, Lily.’
    ‘I don’t think I can,’ she said. ‘You really don’t seem well.’
    ‘I’ll survive.’
    Once he was out of here and out of her head-wrecking orbit and once he had time and space to work out what was going on he’d be absolutely fine.
    Probably.
    Galvanising into action, Kit grabbed his coat and began to shrug it on.
    ‘Wait,’ she said urgently. ‘Was it something I said?’
    The concern in her voice only made him feel even more confused. ‘No.’
    ‘Something I did, then?’
    Out of the corner of his eye he saw her frown and bite her lip and he gritted his teeth against the urge to throw himself on top of her and kiss the life out of her.
    This was horrendous. Why her? Why now? he wondered, his head pounding. He’d met dozens of women over the last few years. Beautiful, intelligent, fun women. Many just as attractive as Lily. Some even more so. So what the hell was happening here?
    ‘It was something I did,’ she said, leaping to her feet and taking a step towards him, potentially so close that he violently recoiled before she could touch him.
    ‘Don’t,’ he snapped.
    Lily froze. She paled. Frowned. Then said a bit shakily, ‘What’s going on, Kit?’
    ‘Nothing.’ Why wouldn’t she shut up and let him get on with the business of leaving?
    ‘Rubbish.’
    Kit ignored her. She could be as sceptical as she liked. He didn’t care. He was off.
    Not bothering with buttons, he whirled round and made for the way he’d come in, but before he could stride down the hall, through the front door and out into the safety of the dark, cold night Lily had whipped past him and planted herself between him and escape.
    He stopped in his