Then again, he did hold her tenderly when she had her outburst.
That sensual grin that made her go mushy inside curved his mouth. Sinful. Gia could see how another woman might be swayed by his good looks, but she was intelligent, something that most males overlooked in her. They always seemed to start at her face and stop at her breasts.
“You might be surprised.” His knuckles glided along her jaw to her chin. “Women are not looking for a man who is too nice. You want someone you can trust but that will also provide you with mystery, adventure and maybe even danger.” Their eyes met and she swore he could see her, the real her. “You need someone who can take you outside your comfort zone, teach you new ways to love a man. You want the erotic without the judgment.”
“Not even,” she huffed, lying to him as well as herself. How on earth could he know that there was a darker side to her, one that she had never admitted to anyone? This was bordering on ridiculous and a little scary.
His fingers smoothed down her throat, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. Gia inhaled and slowly released the air in her lungs as she attempted to control the burn that simmered through her veins.
Android whispered in her mind.
Chapter Three
Gia scooted down the seat but he followed her, trapping her between his hard body and the limousine door. “Why do you fight, or more importantly spurn what you feel?”
Swallowing hard, she resisted the urge to tug at the neckline of her shirt. Did someone turn on the heater, because it was getting hotter than hell in the small confines of the car.
Before she could comment, he continued, “You want a man who can show you a good time, who makes you forget about everyone and everything else when you’re around him.” He eased back a lock of her hair and then tugged down her T-shirt to bare a shoulder before he pressed his lips to the exposed skin.
Electricity zapped every one of her nerve endings. She jumped at the jolts that contracted her womb.
Slowly, he gazed up through half-lowered eyelids. “He has to make you laugh but at the same time feel desired.” His tongue rasped across her skin. “Loved.” Emerald eyes reflecting raw lust quickened her pulse.
A warm breath fanning across her wet skin made her gasp. “Isn’t that what every woman wants?” she asked.
Gia wasn’t any different than any other woman. And why was she even discussing this subject with him? Where the hell was the button or plug to turn him off before she did something she would regret, like strip the robot naked and make mad, passionate love to him?
“Maybe. Maybe not. But we’re talking about you, not every woman.” When he looked at her in that sultry manner it was as if he saw past the outer layer, deeper, into her soul, and it scared the shit out of her.
She inhaled sharply. “No. What I mean—”
“Gia, you need a man who 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 T-shirt rose and the heat of his palm skimmed across her exposed skin, she clutched at his polo shirt, crying out against his mouth.
She didn’t know what had come over her. Maybe it was her wounded pride or maybe it was android magic, but with one jerk she had his shirt dislodged from his jeans, an action that surprised both of them, abruptly ending their caress.
Heavy-lidded, she looked at him, sliding her tongue over her lips, stroking where his taste lingered. He stared back at her. The exchange between them was silent but fiery.
Something inside her shattered.
They both moved at once.
Before she knew was happening, his shirt slid over tanned and sinewy muscles. Did she take his shirt off or had he? There was no time to think, only to feel, as his seeking hands brushed over her lace-covered breasts, sending tingles through their hardened tips.
Gia’s mouth parted on a gasp. She arched into his touch, wanting—no needing more. “Marc.” His name was a mere whisper.
“Mmmm. I like it when you say my name.” He smiled against her lips before smoothing a path of hot, moist kisses down her neck and along the edge of the scooped neckline of her T-shirt. Warm breath washed across the wetness, titillating her skin and making her crave more. Much more.
“I want you. Here. N
ow.” The gravelly texture in his tone almost made her forget where they were, but a sudden bump in the road that bounced them against the seat reminded her.
“In the car?” she squeaked and then released a nervous giggle. Car sex was one thing she had never tried. It was undignified. Two bodies twisting and turning in such small confines. How could that be fun or fulfilling, with a driver not more than three feet away? And Marc wasn’t even human.
The front clasp of her strapless bra snapped, falling open and spilling her needy breasts into his open palms. When his fingers closed around her mounds, the heat in the cabin soared. Tiny flames of desire licked across her skin.
Breathlessly, she threw back her head. “I don’t know if I can do this.” Then again, she didn’t know if she could stop. Everything inside her screamed that her shocking behavior was a result of Doug’s betrayal, of her need to wash his memory from her mind.
Sinful fingers rolling her sensitive nipples were quickly erasing any preconceived notions she might have had about getting it on in a car, with an android. When he exerted pressure on her sensitive nubs, pinched, the sweetest ache burst through her breasts. Rays of hot sensation radiating through her globes headed south, fast and furious.
Her stomach bunched. She gasped as shock waves vibrated through her core, releasing another flood of moisture. “Oh my god.” She squirmed, trying to assuage the throb between her thighs.
How could a robot raise such a reaction in her?
Gia lost her train of thought as Marc pushed her T-shirt up over her breasts and captured a nipple in his hot, wet mouth. A resonating moan pushed from her lips. Flattening his tongue against the peak, he licked and circled it before sucking—long, hard pulls that she felt clear to her pussy. When his teeth skimmed across the tender flesh, she threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him close.
A tug at her jeans and the automatic fastener at her waist undid the button as her zipper made a whisking sound with its descent. She should stop him. Then again, he was an android. There would be no legal or emotional ramifications, no possibility of conception. Besides she was on birth control. With modern medicine, venereal diseases were a thing of the past. It would just be sex. Without a second thought she toed off her shoes.
“Yes,” she hissed.
In less than a heartbeat, she found herself wearing nothing but the T-shirt that rasped against her aching breasts. Boldly, or was it foolishly, she threw a leg over him, one knee on each side of his hips.
Male satisfaction gleamed up at her. “Tell me what you want.”
Her hands shook as she reached for his belt. “You.” Her body became one big itch, consumed by a craving to feel him fucking her hard and fast.
The growl that rumbled in his throat was so sexy, but it was the way his nostrils flared and the fire sparking in his eyes as if they were rare gems that made her pant. Her fingers became all thumbs. For some damn reason, she couldn’t find the magnetic clasp on his buckle to auto-release his belt, much less curb the need overtaking her. Frustration rushed out on an exasperated exhale.
Placing a hand over hers, he smiled. “Let me help you.” With no haste in his movements, he activated his buckle, his belt retracting into it before he reached for his jeans. While he took his sweet time, her womb squeezed, releasing another flood of need that sent shivers up her backbone and shook her.
Faster. Faster.
Knees pressed into the seat, she rose, urging him to shuck his pants, now. Instead, he leisurely raised his hips, brushing the denim against her sensitive folds as he tucked his thumbs into his jeans and achingly slowly began to push them down, dragging his skivvies with them.
Gia held her breath. With each inch of skin revealed, her gaze followed the rope of muscles on each side of his abdomen that cut into a vee heading toward—
“Oh my god.” Did she say that out loud? Still, she couldn’t take her eyes off the powerful erection arcing against Marc’s firm abdomen.
Holy shit. She had struck the mother lode.
As she pondered the possibilities of what she could do with a man like this, his fingers closed around his rigid cock. When his palm slid from balls to crown, her eyes widened. He pumped once, twice, setting her heart to beat loudly in her ears. She’d never seen a man touch himself like that. With each thrust of his hips, he pushed his engorged erection through long fingers, sending her arousal into overdrive. Wet didn’t begin to describe what was happening between her thighs.
“Come here.” Low and sensual, his velvet-smooth voice raised goose bumps across her arms. Gia gulped down the air caught in her lungs. As she began to lower her hips, he said, “Stop there.”
“S-stop?” she stuttered, confused and disappointed. How could he say “stop” when she was a breath away from feeling pure, unadulterated heaven?
A mischievous grin fell across his face as he rubbed the head of his erection across the swollen folds of her sex.
“Ohhh.” The airy sound represented everything she was feeling as it pushed from the O her mouth formed. With each sweep of sensation across her delicate skin her legs quivered. “Yesss.” She eased down but he moved his hand, taking with him the pleasure she sought.
Damn him. He couldn’t do this to her. Another contraction hugged her core. Gia clenched her inner muscles in an attempt to ease the shudder rippling through her.
“Please, Marc.”
She needed him and if she had to beg—she’d beg.
The lustful yearning in Gia’s sexy voice almost undid Marc. The throb in his dick intensified when he placed the head at her damp opening. He closed his eyes and reveled in the tremor that slithered through him. With a gentle thrust, he moved his hips back and forth, feeling her slickness slide across him like warm silk. The small catches in her cries stirred something deep inside him.
Man. He shivered. Marc wanted to sink deep inside her, but he needed her as desperate as him. He wanted her to scream for him to take her, and to mark her so thoroughly that when she discovered his betrayal she wouldn’t sue his ass. And maybe, just maybe there would be something left between them, because he could get used to being held by a woman like her.
The quiet whimper that parted her lips caressed his ears. He gazed up at her soft features. Yeah. She might be out of his league. But for now, this moment, she was his and that was all that mattered.
Readjusting his hand, he skimmed his shaft across the bundle of nerves nestled between her thighs and played there for a moment. The sharp jerks she made each time he swept across her clit excited him, while at the same time hardening him into a heaven-hell state.
“So wet.” And hot, or was that him? Heat simmered across his skin. Even his veins felt as if hot liquid surged through them.
Raising his hips, he eased closer, separating her swollen folds with the crown of his erection. Blood rushed to his balls with a pulse that stole his breath. He fought the urge to bury himself deep.
“Is this what you want?” he asked through clenched jaw.
Her eyelids opened, reflecting smoky blue pools of need. “Yes. Oh God, yes.”
Gia licked her lips, drawing his eyes to her luscious mouth. Before she discovered the truth about him, he’d have those lips around him. In fact, he would explore every orifice on her body before he was through.
Leaning back against the seat, he released his hold on himself and clasped his hands at her waist. Rocking her along the length of his shaft, he had no doubt that she wanted him. Up and down. Slow and steady. Soft moans of pleasure fondled him like a hand gliding over his flesh.
She squirmed against him. Her urgency built his need to take her but he held back, pressing his lips to hers. She tasted hot and wild and ready.
The sting of her fingernails biting into his shoulders made his testicles draw tight against his body. A needle-sharp tingle shot down his cock. His jaw snapped together, breaking their kiss. Backbone growing rigid, he barely held on as she continued to move restlessly back and forth.
Oh how the might
y had fallen. The heat of her sex was branding him, not the other way around. He couldn’t move—think.
“Now,” she whimpered, arching her back. Her body undulated above him in sexy, sensual, mesmerizing waves. When a tremor assailed her, she shook, crying out his name followed by, “Fuck me now.”
Marc was helpless to refuse her.
On an upward glide, she angled her hips, capturing the head of his cock. Without further thought, he thrust, parting her folds to melt into heaven.
“Tight.” So friggin’ tight. Her body was an iron fist gripping him. He was so damn hard, tender. She shifted, pushing him even deeper so that he hissed, attempting to ease the burn she ignited inside him.
Marc looked down at the point where they came together and his vision blurred. Blood slammed into his groin unmercifully. He took a moment to breathe. When he finally could think past the pleasure-pain, he smoothed his palm across her satiny stomach, slipping his hands beneath her T-shirt and dragging the material up and over her head in one swift motion. Smooth, creamy breasts left him speechless and his mouth watering. He had to be dreaming, because the most voluptuous creature on Earth was naked astride him, rocking her beautiful body gently against his.
Spearing his fingers through her silky hair, he cupped the back of her head and brought her down to meet his hungry kiss. Without prelude, he pushed his tongue past her lips, sliding it along hers, over and over.
So sweet.
He drank his fill.
When her tongue darted into his mouth, he sucked it with long pulls he felt clear to his midsection. Ripping his mouth away, he raised his head, panting for air.
Her knees tightened along his outer thighs. “More.” Her hands fisted his hair, clutching him to her as her lips captured his.
Marc growled against her mouth, giving her what she demanded. Slanting his head, he deepened the caress, swallowing her soft cries as he slipped his hand between them. When his fingertips found the bud between her thighs, her arms folded around him almost desperately. She ground her hips against his and a throaty groan pushed from his diaphragm.
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