He grasped her jaw and kissed her again, preempting her refusal. She stiffened at first, but he kept at it, making the kiss hot and long and very persuasive, until once again she was moaning and melting into him. "Come," he urged, backing her toward the stairs. "What is your room number?" "This is crazy," she protested halfheartedly between the amazing kisses. "I don't even know your name." "Nikolai," he murmured. "And yours?" "Julie," she said after a short hesitation. He smiled. "Good. Now we've been introduced."