A sound, a low, frustrated groan that was half surrender and half predatory, escaped his throat.
"Goddammit, Abbie," he muttered, the words thick with defeat and victory. He crushed his mouth against hers, a desperate, sudden kiss that had been held back for weeks. The kiss was not gentle; it was hungry, demanding, and immediate, conveying all the desire, the restraint, and the loss of restraint that had plagued him.
He lifted her, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist, and didn't break stride. In three long, determined paces, he carried her through the spacious living area of the sumptuous suite and into the bedroom. The door eased softly shut behind them, leaving the untouched grandeur of the Royal Suite to the silent, breathless Montréal night.
Keith carried her into the v
