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intended to tear his shirt. It didn’t come apart like her clothes but she was glad it gave him pleasure. “I wanted to see you naked.”
    “If nothing else, I’m obliging.” He stood and removed his shirt the rest of the way but his gaze stayed on her.
    Her eyes drank in the sight of hard, tanned flesh. She stood, needing to touch. Reaching forward, she ran her hands lightly over his chest, trailing through the dark hairs.
    “I’ve never had sex with a man who had hair on his chest. It feels strange to my touch.” She moved downward, to a jagged scar. “What’s this?”
    “Knife wound.”
    She looked up as he unfastened his pants. “Someone attacked you with a knife?”
    “I’m a cop.” He shrugged as he kicked out of his pants. “Sometimes there are risks.”
    “What’s a cop?”
    He frowned again. “I protect the city from the bad guys.”
    “A code enforcer. I knew we were of the same breed.”
    He grinned. A lopsided grin that made her toes curl into the fibers of the carpeted floor.
    “No, I’d say we’re different.”
    He shoved his underclothes down and kicked out of them. He was right. They were different. She hadn’t made Adam-4 nearly big enough. She suddenly looked up. “Do you vibrate?”
    He stepped closer, running his tongue around her ear before dipping inside. “No, but I bet I can make you tremble.”
    As she swayed toward him, she had no doubt he would make her tremble and much more. Maybe this was why Mala had looked for more than what Nerak could offer.
    There had been something on the documentary, Debbie Does the Sheriff, that had made her want to explore Earth. Now that Kia was experiencing her first earthman, maybe she didn’t blame her so much.
    Enough thinking. She didn’t want to think—only feel.
    Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck, her lips brushing his jaw. His face had a rough texture, but nice. She ran her hands through his dark hair, liking the thickness, wanting to touch, to explore every inch of him. She’d never really examined Adam-4. She’d made him. There was no reason to assess what she’d created.
    But Nick was different. She liked the way he felt. The different planes of his body. The sinewy muscles, the hard ridges—she wanted to check out every inch.
    His teeth tugged on her earlobe. She tilted her head so he would have better access.
    “I like that,” she told him.
    “I know,” he murmured, kissing her neck.
    “How?”
    “How what?” He continued to kiss her neck.
    “How can you tell I like what you’re doing?”
    He leaned back and looked into her eyes. “You’re serious?”
    “Yes.” She’d programmed Adam-4, and the unit had performed exactly to her desires. But with Nick, she didn’t know what was coming next. It was a little disconcerting to realize he knew what she wanted without her asking him to perform a certain task.
    “It’s not difficult knowing what you want,” he said as he brushed his hand across her nipples.
    She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as heat spread through her. When he stopped, she thrust her chest forward, wanting more of his touch, but nothing happened.
    “Why did you stop?” She opened her eyes, frowning at him.
    “You asked how I knew what you wanted. I showed you.” He lightly rubbed her shoulders. She swayed toward him. “Your body language tells me that you want more. The little moans that escape between your lips—all that tells me how excited you are.”
    “I should have known. Warriors are trained to be observant. You are a great warrior with much experience, I think.”
    “My captain might disagree.”
    She moved closer, her nipples brushing across his chest, the hairs tickling, arousing, unleashing emotions dormant all her life and ready to explode free. “Then I think your captain doesn’t know you very well.”
    “I’ll tell him you said that.”
    “I’m glad we’re going to share our bodies.” She ran the tips of her fingers across his nipples before flicking