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gets you.”
He released her T-shirt and it slipped back into place. Instead of touching
her, he turned those dusky green eyes on her. “You’re not happy and it has
nothing to do with that ex-boyfriend of yours. You want more—need more in a
relationship.”
    Again she huffed, but this time she stirred
nervously. He couldn’t possibly understand her needs—wants.
    Dammit. He
wasn’t even human.
    “My guess is your notoriety isn’t exactly
what you expected either,” he paused, “or want. You have a love-hate
relationship with your career.” She started to turn away when he grasped her
forearms. “You want your independence. But you also want a man to take care of
you. Someone who is caring and supportive. Someone who will truly love you and
share your world.”
    Damn him. With a weak attempt, she tried to
pull away again but he held her, drawing her even closer and forcing her to
face him and the truth. She loved performing but hated that her life wasn’t her
own. And she did want someone to love, and to be loved in return. Someone who
would support her career.
    “If I were your man, no one would see that
beautiful body but me. I’d make sure you were happy. I’d go to bed each night
worshipping you.” His mouth moved seductively over hers. “Wake up each morning
deep inside you.”
    Oh Lord. The
knot in her throat thickened. No one had ever spoken to her like that, even
scripted. He’s not real. But even as the reminder echoed through her
head, it set fingers of arousal stroking between her thighs. Her breasts were
heavy, nipples tingling. She knew almost immediately she was losing the battle
for self-control.
    Eyes still hooded, he skimmed his nose
along hers. “I’d touch you.”
    The warmth of his palm placed at her hip
felt intimate—too intimate for a robot.
    “Taste you,” he breathed heavily,
“everywhere.”
    A flood of liquid heat released between her
legs. It wasn’t only his words, but his expression, hot and desirous. The way
he touched her was compelling, mesmerizing. As if he were a magnet, she felt
drawn to him. She raised her arms, wanting to hold him, but stopped midway,
allowing them to float back to her side.
    Get a hold of yourself.
    He nipped at her bottom lip, his tongue
soothing over the tiny sting. “I want to make love to you.”
    A red flag popped in her head but when he
captured her mouth, all thoughts evaporated in a haze of desire.
    Once, twice, he licked along the seams of
her lips, nudging lightly until she opened to allow him entrance. His forehead
knocked off her ball cap, releasing her hair. Then his arms folded around her
and he swept inside to devour her. With a glide of his tongue in and out of her
mouth, he flicked several times against hers, leaving her with no choice but to
reciprocate. The slow twirling of their tongues and the ease with which he
smoothed his mouth over hers played havoc with her senses.
    When he backed off, perhaps allowing her to
take the initiative, she whimpered softly, limp in his arms. She needed him to
be the aggressor, to make her feel irresistible, wanted by a man—this man.
    As if he read her mind, Marc began to kiss
her again, but this time with long, slow caresses that nearly curled her toes.
She clung to him, desperate to experience what he offered in an attempt to
assuage what happened earlier this evening. The way he drank from her mouth,
tasting and tantalizing, was accomplishing that and much, much more.
    “You’re so beautiful.” His gaze slid over
her face in a slow caress that made her breath catch. And then his mouth found
hers again.
    Soft but firm, his mild exploration probed
gently between her lips. Strong arms drew her even closer. Tilting his head, he
deepened the kiss, passionately sucking on her tongue then flicking it several
times with his to encourage her to do the same. With each seductive touch the
spell he wove around her threatened to steal her control, or what was left of
it.
    When the hem of her