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  “We could order room service,” she suggested.

  His eyes took on that heavy-lidded look. “No, we couldn’t.” His tone was definite, a little strained. His hand was warm and heavy on the small of her back. “You need to eat, and I don’t trust my self-control to last that long unless we’re in a public place.”

  Perhaps feeding her was his only concern, or perhaps he knew more about seduction than most men, she thought as they watched each other over a progression of courses. Knowing that he was going to make love to her as soon as they reached the suite, anticipating the heaviness of his weight on her, the hard thrust of his turgid length into her…the frustration readied her for him as surely as if he was stroking her flesh. Her breasts lifted hard and swollen against the bodice of her dress. Her insides tightened with desire, so that she had to press her legs together to ease the throbbing. His gaze kept dropping to her breasts, and as before, she couldn’t temper her response. She could feel her own moisture, feel the heaviness in her womb.

  She was scarcely aware of what she ate—something bland, to reduce the chances of early-pregnancy nausea. She drank only water. But turnabout was fair play, so she lingered over each bite while she stared at his mouth, or in the direction of his lap. She delicately licked her lips, shivering with delight as his face darkened and his jaw set. She stroked the rim of her water glass with one fingertip, drawing his gaze, making his breath come harder and faster. Beneath the table, she rubbed her foot against the muscled calf of his leg.

  He turned to snare their waiter with a laser glare. “Check!” he barked, and the waiter hurried to obey that voice of command. Zane scribbled their room number and his fictitious name on the check, and Barrie stared at him in amazement. It was hard to believe he could remember something like that when she could barely manage to walk.

  For revenge, when he pulled her chair back so she could stand, she allowed the knuckles of one hand to brush, oh, so very lightly, against his crotch. He went absolutely rigid for a moment, and his breath hissed out between his teeth. All innocence, Barrie turned to give him a sweetly inquiring What’s-wrong? look.

  His darkly tanned face was even darker with the flush running under the browned skin. His expression was set, giving away little, but his eyes were glittering like shards of diamond. His big hand closed firmly around her elbow. “Let’s go,” he said in the soundless whisper she’d first heard in a dark room in Benghazi. “And don’t do that again, or I swear I’ll have you in the elevator.”

  “Really.” She smiled at him over her shoulder. “How…uplifting.”

  A faint but visible shudder racked him, and the look he gave her promised retribution. “Here I’ve been thinking you were so sweet.”

  “I am sweet,” she declared as they marched toward the elevator. “But I’m not a pushover.”

  “We’ll see about that. I’m going to push you over.” They reached the bank of elevators, and he jabbed the call button with more force than necessary.

  “You won’t have to push hard. As a matter of fact, you can just blow me over.” She gave him another sweet smile and pursed her lips, blowing a tiny puff of air against his chest to demonstrate.

  The bell chimed, the doors opened, and they stood back to allow the car’s passengers to exit. They stepped inside alone, and even though people were hurrying toward them to catch that car, Zane ruthlessly punched their floor number and then the door close button. When the car began to rise, he turned on her like a tiger on fresh meat.

  She stepped gracefully out of his reach, staring at the numbers flashing on the digital display. “We’re almost there.”

  “You’re damn right about that,” he growled, coming after her. In the small confines of the elevator she didn’t have a chance of evading him, not that she wanted to. What she wanted was to drive him as crazy as he was driving her. His hard hands closed around her waist and lifted her; his muscled body pinned her to the wall. His hips pushed insistently at hers, and she gasped at how hard he was. Automatically her legs opened, allowing him access to the tender recesses of her body. He thrust against her, his hips moving rhythmically, and his mouth came down on hers, smothering, fiercely hungry.

  The bell chimed softly, and the elevator gave a slight lurch as it stopped. Zane didn’t release her. He simply turned with her still in his grasp and left the elevator, striding rapidly down the hall to their suite. Barrie twined her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, biting back little moans as each stride he took rubbed his swollen sex against the aching softness of her loins. Pleasure arced through her like lightning with every step, and helplessly she felt her hips undulate against him in a mindless search for a deeper pleasure. A low curse hissed out from between his clenched teeth.

  She didn’t know if they passed anyone in the hall. She buried her face against his neck and gave in to the soaring hunger. She had needed him for so long, missed him, worried herself sick about him. Now he was here, vitally alive, about to take her with the same uncomplicated fierceness as before, and she didn’t care about anything else.

  He pushed her against a wall, and for one terrified, delirious moment she thought she had tempted him too much. Instead he unhooked her legs from around his waist and let her slide to the floor. He was breathing hard, his eyes dilated with a sexual hunger that wouldn’t be denied much longer, but on one level he was still very much in control. Lifting one finger to his lips to indicate silence, he slipped his right hand inside his jacket. When his hand emerged, it was filled with the butt of that big automatic. He thumbed off the safety, dealt with the electronic lock on the door to their suite, depressed the door handle and slipped noiselessly inside. The door closed as silently as it had opened.

  Barrie stood frozen in the hallway, sudden terror chasing away her desire as she waited with her eyes closed and her hands clenched into fists, all her concentration focused on trying to hear anything from inside the suite. She heard nothing. Absolutely nothing. Zane moved like a cat, but so did other men, men like him, men who worked best under cover of night and who could kill as silently as he had dispatched that guard in Benghazi. Her kidnappers hadn’t possessed the same expertise, but whoever was behind her abduction wouldn’t use Middle Eastern men here in the middle of the glitter and flash of Las Vegas. Perhaps this time he would hire someone more deadly, someone more interested in getting the job done than in terrifying a bound and helpless woman. Any thump, any whisper, might signal the end of Zane’s life, and she thought she would shatter under the strain.

  She didn’t hear the door open again. All she heard was Zane saying, “All clear,” in a calm, normal tone, and then she was in his arms again. She didn’t think she moved; she thought he simply gathered her in, pulling her into the security of his embrace.

  “I’m sorry,” he murmured against her hair as he carried her inside. He paused to lock and chain the door. “But I won’t take chances with your safety.”

  Fury roared through her like a brushfire. She lifted her head from the sanctuary of his shoulder and glared at him. “What about yours?” she demanded violently. “Do you have any idea what it does to me when you do things like that? Do you think I don’t notice when you put yourself between me and other people, so if anyone shoots at me, you’ll be the one with the bullet hole?” She hit him on the chest with a clenched fist, amazing even herself; she had never struck anyone before. She hit him again. “Damn it, I want you healthy and whole! I want our baby to have its daddy! I want to have more of your babies, so that means you have to stay alive, do you hear me?”

  “I hear,” he rumbled, his tone soothing as he caught her pounding fists and pressed them against his chest, stilling them. “I’d like the same things myself. That means I have to do whatever’s necessary to keep you and Junior safe.”

  She relaxed against him, her lips trembling as she fought back tears. She wasn’t a weepy person; it was just the hormonal roller coaster of pregnancy that was making her so, but still, she didn’t want to cry all over him.