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but nothing came out.
    “Not a hard question,” he prompted. “You gotta have a name. Everyone does.” When she still didn’t answer him, he said, “Okay, I’ll call you Music Lady, because you danced to the music. ML for short. How’s that?”
    She giggled nervously, her purse sliding from her hand. “Okay. Maybe I’ll call you Guitar Man.”
    “Call me whatever you want.” His voice was low, seductive.
    Kiss me again. Please. Then I don’t have to worry about things like names .
    As if he’d heard the silent message, he turned her toward him, cradled her head in his warm palms, and lightly pressed his mouth to hers. His lips were as warm and sensuous as she remembered, and the feel of them sent sparks flying through her. The male scent of him surrounded her, invading her like an addictive drug. Her nipples stiffened again and between her thighs, she felt a low throb deep inside her body. She clung to his wrists again, anchoring herself.
    His fingers gripped her skull and he slanted his lips this way and that, finding a better angle before thrusting his tongue deeper inside her mouth. His touch was firm. Possessive.
    Ohmigod !
    Kissing had never, ever been like this, so arousing that every nerve screamed for his touch. He was tall enough that she had to reach up to him but not so tall he towered over her. Lean but not skinny. Muscular. And their bodies fit together as if made for each other. For the first time in her life, she wanted a man inside her more than she wanted her next breath.
    I want him to fuck me .
    Lordy, where had that come from? Andrew would have been shocked into a state of performance anxiety if she used it with him. She swallowed a laugh, seized by a hysterical desire to show up naked at Andrew’s front door and scream “ Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! ” at him.
    But in the next moment, all she could think about was the scorching flame of Guitar Man’s tongue searing her every place it touched, seducing her, coaxing her. Wiping away the attack of nerves that had invaded her. He moved his hands slowly down her neck and shoulders to her breasts. She moaned into his mouth as his palms cupped her, and his thumbs rubbed her nipples through the fabric of her shirt and her bra. More cream flooded her core and the throbbing in its walls intensified. Every pulse point pounded as wildness surged through her.
    And still his tongue danced with hers, coaxing more and more of a response. She thrust boldly into his mouth, loving the purely male essence of him, wanting to drink him in so she could hold the taste forever.
    The shock of it slammed into her. This was what she’d been looking for her entire life without even knowing it. This! This feeling. This man. And even while it terrified her, she welcomed it.
    When he lifted his head, they were both gasping for air. Marc stared hard into her eyes as if searching for an answer to a silent question, then backwalked her into the house. He reached out a hand and in a moment, soft light from a small lamp illuminated the space.
    Now she could see the strong line of his jaw, the clear dark blue of his eyes framed with thick eyelashes, the strong nose and the high cheekbones. There was something so totally masculine about him. She felt it sizzling straight to her sex.
    She stared at him, flashing hot and cold.
    “Yeah, that’s right, keeping looking at me. Don’t look around,” he whispered and laughed, a low, rusty sound. “I’m not sure what the place looks like. Bachelor pad, you know.”
    “I don’t care.” She sighed. “You’re the only thing I want to see.”
    When had she ever been so bold? Colored outside the lines? But with this man she was someone else, someone ready to fly into hyperspace.
    “And I want to see you. Every bit of you. You are just so damn beautiful.”
    Beautiful? Had anyone, even Andrew ever told her that? And in a way that made her think it might be true?
    She stared at Marc’s face, trying to read his expression. His smile was