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knew he would.
    But it had taken every ounce of willpower to let him go the first time. Could she trust herself to let him go again? To do what was best for him, even if he didn’t know it yet?
    On the other hand, she felt crippled without the train case. It held her brush and her make-up, even her cleanser and toothbrush. The hotel was probably too small to have a gift shop. Did they have a concierge who could run to a drugstore and pick up some supplies for her?
    A knock prevented her from answering the question. It was room service with her champagne, and she stood back as the waiter wheeled a curtained table, complete with a pink rose next to the bottle in the ice bucket, into the room. She signed the receipt and waited for him to leave before pouring herself a glass, taking a moment to savor the bubbles that tickled her nose before she took a drink. Then, on second thought, she finished the glass in one long swallow.
    Go hard or go home, indeed.
    She was pouring a second glass when another knock came from the door. Had she not given the waiter the receipt? She set the glass on the bedside table and went to the door, feeling a little silly in the heels. The guy probably thought she had some kind of hot date.
    But when she opened the door, it wasn’t the waiter on the other side of it.
    It was Kane, holding her train case, a look of torment in his blue eyes.

Eleven
    He’d considered not coming back. Had driven miles, the train case visible in the backseat, counting the ways he could avoid returning to the hotel.
    He could send someone else back with it.
    He could hire a messenger service to take it back.
    Hell, he could just lie. Say he didn’t notice it.
    Anything to avoid facing Lily again. To avoid walking away from her again.
    But in the end, he’d been pulled back to her like a bee to honey. He didn’t even pretend that he was going back to deliver the train case. One clean getaway for the night was lucky. He didn’t delude himself that it would happen again.
    And even if he had, it would have been over the second she answered the door, the silk robe tied around her waist, the lacy purple bra peeking out from the gap, her mouth half-open in an expression of surprise.
    Had she been expecting someone else? The thought made him see red, and for a minute, it was like paint, pouring down the sides of his brain, obscuring everything but his need to pummel anyone who might see her like this.
    Anyone but him.
    “Kane?”
    He crossed the threshold and dropped the train case on the floor. Then he turned and shut the door.
    He stood there for a minute, his back to her, telling himself to move slowly, to be gentle despite the hunger already moving through his veins at the sight of her.
    He felt her hands on his back a moment later. They moved slowly up his spine, separating at his shoulder blades as she ran her palms over his biceps. Her body was an enticing fire against his back.
    “Look at me, Kane,” she said.
    He turned to face her. She was so close, her silk robe brushing his denim-clad leg, her breath moist against his chest, her eyes tidal pools promising a thousand mysteries.
    She took his hand and placed it inside her robe. The swell of her breast under the lace of her bra made him instantly hard.
    “Don’t you want me?” she asked softly.
    He shook his head in disbelief. “Don’t I …” He moved closer, pulling her against him so she could feel his erection.
    She gasped, and he ran his fingers through the hair at the back of her neck, tipping her head back to reveal the milky flesh of her throat.
    “I want you, Lily. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
    He lowered his face to hers. Stopping just short of her mouth, he closed his eyes and breathed her in, her scent combining with the arousal that seemed to permeate the air. Her chest, rising and falling against his body as her breath came short and fast, sent him over the edge.
    He lowered his mouth to hers, chastely as first, wanting to memorize the feel