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too heavy, too “provincial” to elicit anything other than a quiet disdain.
    Now she realized this was who he was. She could have been the President of the United States and he wouldn’t reveal himself to her.
    “It’s settled,” he said, retreating behind that hard shell of his. “You won’t be leaving. Lindsey will take care of making you more comfortable here and I’ll have a car and driver for you if you need to do any shopping of your own. As for groceries, just send a list down to the concierge. We’ll plan on a few extra days so the bungalow will be exactly as you need it. In the meantime, I’ll be at a hotel.”
    He moved to leave.
    She placed her hand on his shoulder, halting him. Voice breaking up, she shook her head.
    “No, Trent. I won’t chase you out of…where you keep your things.”

Chapter Seven
    K ane unraveled at her touch , at the sweetness in her voice. His hand covered hers where it remained on his shoulder. He turned into her, lifting her fingers to his lips then pressing his mouth against the open palm.
    He heard the deep breath she drew in, the sound vulnerable and surprised.
    Don’t get involved, he warned himself. From the second he had opened up her envelope and read the papers, his job was to protect her—not bed her.
    His fingers denied the direct order from his brain to let go of her hand. Instead, they pulled her closer, folded her voluptuous frame into his arms. Tilting her head back, he placed his second kiss against her bare neck.
    She exhaled, body shaking.
    He waited for the protest, the outrage.
    Daniella moaned, her body pressing into his, her knees weakening.
    “Don’t faint on me, Dani,” he whispered against her ear before sucking the delicate lobe into his mouth. “There’s so much I want to do with you.”
    Certain he could feel her heart banging against the back of her ribcage despite the full, luscious breasts molding against his chest, he pressed his lips to her flesh again, this time at the pulse along the underside of her chin.
    The heavy thump-thump filled his balls with an aching need. Kane took a step back, pulling her with him. Her hands clutched at his arms, the fingertips digging at his biceps.
    “Wh-at…wh-ere?” She jerked with each word, shaking hard against him.
    “Does it matter?” he whispered into her ear then stopped breathing until she answered.
    The emotions battling their way across her face carved furrows of desire, anxiety, fear, uncertainty, need…
    He passed the minute mark of no air leaving or entering his lungs. Three was his max—when he could beat back the surge of adrenaline rushing through him. Holding her in his arms, feeling the soft, warm press of her body, watching each twist of indecision in her expression, he couldn’t control the chemicals coursing in his blood.
    The room threatened to spin and the floor fall out from under him when her lips finally parted.
    “No,” she answered. “It doesn’t matter.”
    He inhaled, then crushed his lips against hers, his tongue more demanding than it had ever been as it slipped past the yielding teeth. His fingers threaded through her thick hair, tugging her head back, extending her neck and leveraging his height. He backed her against the island, tongue probing the wet cavern of her mouth.
    Dropping one hand lower, Kane cupped Daniella’s mound, squeezed roughly then broke the kiss.
    “Lift it up,” he ordered, not wanting to release his grip on her hair and the way it allowed him to control her head while he played with her pussy.
    With a rough swallow and a slow blink, she obeyed, her hands clutching at the fabric of her robe and nightgown. Kane slid two fingers underneath the bottom trim of her panties, his bare foot tapping lightly against her ankle.
    “Wider,” he rasped.
    With a hot groan, she obeyed, the thick, juicy labia parting so that he could slick his fingers with her cream and run the pads along the swollen clit.
    Daniella jerked, released a shaky breath,