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He sure as heck was. The hardness of him against her own sensitive and vitally alive length left her in no doubt. She should have hesitated, even a smidgen, but didn't.
    "Okay.” Her voice came out as a hoarse croak and she tried to breathe, only nothing seemed to be working. All she could focus on was his muscle hard body, the touch of his skin against hers and the alluring scent of his cologne. Then his breath fanned the oh-so-very sensitive carnal zone of her neck and a thread of shivery need nearly sent her over the edge.
    She tried so very hard to keep calm. “What do you suggest?"
    "How about you relax."
    "And you?"
    "I'll play genie from the bottle. Your every wish will be my command."
    Carly gulped, suddenly frightened to actually think what those wishes might be. She forced herself to breathe. “Every wish?"
    "Every, single one. Starting with this.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. Just one touch and her brain turned to mush, leaving her with only feelings ... and a desperate need that he kiss her forever.
    She wasn't disappointed. Oh, no. Not at all.
    "Is this one of your wishes?” he whispered as he trailed butterfly-soft kisses across her eyes.
    "Mm.” Oh yeah. It really was. Her brain may have stalled, but her senses were very much alive. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, seeking her lips once more. Carly knew she had lost. She wanted, and needed his touch.
    Silently she urged him for more as her hands splayed across the broad expanse of his back. Beneath the thin fabric of his T-shirt she felt his corded muscles ripple, reveling in the moment as she trailed one hand through his hair.
    He needed no other invitation. His lips trailed a path across her jaw and down the nape of her neck to rest between her breasts. He inhaled deeply, murmuring in Italian. Carly had no idea what he said, but it sounded exciting and sinful, and her body automatically arched into the curve of his.
    "You are woman enough for any man. For me.” Marco's husky sex-induced voice reached her ears and Carly stilled.
    What was she doing? “This is madness. Crazy."
    " Si , you are driving me crazy with desire."
    She jerked back and shoved forcibly against his chest. Her hands were shaking, her body weak with need. She had to escape him before her traitorous body gave in.
    "I must be out of my mind."
    "With desire."
    Carly chose to ignore that statement. She had to for her sanity's sake. “Wishes you said—my every wish."
    Marco's eyes narrowed and the once dark sapphire lightened to a chilling and suspicious ice blue. It sent a shiver shimmying down her spine. She took another step back and crossed her arms over her chest as if barring access to her body, and soul. Lifting her chin she looked at him with as much poise she could marshal, which heaven help her was practically nil. Then she spoke. “I wish you'd stop."
    Marco laughed with surprising ease. Then he smiled, a broad white grin, which reminded Carly of a lion on the prowl and set her already razor edged nerves on high alert, teetering on a precipice.
    It was nearly her undoing. She wanted to give in, to take what he offered, but forced herself to hold back. She wasn't going to repeat family history. Her sisters had jumped in the deep end—and look where it had led them. No, she wouldn't do it. She steeled herself against the tantalizing maleness of Marco Valente, and waited.
    "Your wish is my command,” he finally drawled before bowing low, though his mocking gaze never once left her face. “Your body was on fire for me, Carly Mason. Remember that."
    Remember! Heavens, how could she forget? His touch, his heat, and the feel of his rock hard body had been seared into every single inch of her consciousness.
    Carly let out a wavering groan. She had to get away. Fast. Spinning on her heels and kicking sand up in her wake, she did the only thing a gal who was in way over her head could do—she fled.
    But where do you flee on a deserted