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dessert yet?” She thought he might lose it when she actually did put a gooey caramel cake in the oven while the water boiled for the rice.
    “Smells delicious.” He wrapped her in his arms from behind. She covered his hands with hers and took a moment just to indulge in his presence. This wasn’t going to last. She needed to enjoy it while she could.
    By the time they finished eating, side by side, perched on stools at the kitchen island, Mari was squirming with suppressed desire. His not-so-innocent touches and winks were one thing, but the message behind his eyes was another. She’d never met a man who could turn her on with just a look. Her hands even shook when she put the dishes in the dishwasher and brought out the cake.
    “It needs to cool.” She threw the potholders on the counter and turned to face him. His eyes had narrowed. No wonder she felt naked. He’d undressed her from across the room. Perhaps the shirt didn’t cover her derriere as well as she thought. Especially when she bent over the open oven door. “You look hungry.”
    “I am. Come here.” He gave the empty stool beside him a little pat.
    She sauntered around the kitchen counter. She swore she could feel the heat coming off of him the nearer she got to his nearly naked body. She adopted her sassiest tone. “I told you, the cake has to cool.”
    “Screw the cake.” He gathered a handful of his T-shirt and dragged her between his knees. Her hands automatically came to rest on his thighs.
    “Hmm, that might be interesting.” She grinned.
    “We’ll have the cake after dessert.” He deftly reached behind her and lifted her legs over his until she sat on his thighs. She loved how he handled her, without straining or groaning. She might as well weigh ninety pounds. “Your skin is so soft. You feel like warm silk.”
    “I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone who enjoys my body as much as you do.”
    He ran a finger down the crease of her thigh and teased her opening. “Stupid motherfuckers.”
    She flushed with pleasure. He wove a web of seduction around her, drawing her closer to him, and she was powerless to resist. By the time their lips met, she already had hers parted, her tongue reaching for his. She nibbled his lips, she licked his teeth and she breathed his breath.
    Delicious.
    “Thank you for dinner,” he mumbled.
    “Time for dessert?”
    She held on to his shoulders and hooked her feet around his waist, trying to keep them from toppling, but she didn’t have to worry. Marcus was as solid as a statue, but warm and alive.
    He lifted his shirt off her hips and massaged her ass. She shimmied up his lap until her crotch hovered over his. The thin fabric of his boxers tented with his erection, and she ground her hips against it. By circling her hips, she was almost able to create enough friction on her clit. She squeezed her legs around him to get closer.
    “Hold on.” He cupped her ass and slid off the stool. Another rush of desire washed over her. Either she’d been dating men who weren’t able to support her weight, or she’d never allowed them to try. But with the amount of muscle that Marc carried around, she wasn’t worried he’d collapse. He didn’t even groan. He just kissed her all the way down the hall and didn’t stop until he deposited her on the bed.
    “Take off my shirt.”
    She did, stretching her body into a seductive line, purring like a well-fed lioness. He took the T-shirt and shoved his arms into the sleeves.
    “What are you doing?” She pushed herself upright.
    “I have to go.”
    Her heart dropped. She could feel the blood drain from her face. He was leaving? She watched him pull on his pants next, then his communicator, cell phone and wallet were shoved back into his bulky pockets.
    He was leaving.
    She suddenly felt very naked. She reached for a corner of the sheet and clutched it to her chest. Snap out of it, Mari, he doesn’t owe you anything.
    Already she’d gotten more than she’d