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swallowed his unique flavor—an addictive, dark spice.
    She couldn’t get enough.
    “Why do you always smell so good?” Oh God. Did I just say that out loud?
    The corner of his mouth quirked in an almost smile. “Nanobots. They handle cell repair, grooming and infection control.”
    At least he didn’t seem upset by her tactless personal question.
    When he tugged her undershirt over her head, she helped, eager to press her breasts against the heat of his hard chest. For a moment he stepped away, and then pulled off his own fleece top.
    Whoa. Some serious metal had been hidden under his clothes. Obviously custom made black and silver armor molded his body like a second high-tech skin. She’d never seen anything like it. Tentatively she placed a palm over his left pec. The metal shell warmed her hand and she shivered. “Does it come off?”
    His rough gravel chuckle made her smile. Then his laughter ended in a rare grin that transformed his face from brooding hunk to panty-melting dream man. Good thing she didn’t have any panties to melt.
    “Yes, but I could use your help.”
    Exactly what I wanted to hear. “Tell me what to do.”
    “In a minute.” He cupped one of her needy breasts in a massive hand. “I do not want to rush making love. You are so incredibly perfect.”
    She would’ve sworn his words alone made her swell a full cup size.
    Then he fastened his lips over the tiny, aching nipple and sucked her whole areola into his mouth. Sensation exploded from the beaded tip and tingled throughout her body from her tightened scalp to her curled toes. Even her butt clenched in desperate need. Heavy emptiness pooled in her core and fresh liquid evidence of her desire spilled between her legs.
    Without removing his mouth from her nipple, he skimmed the stretchy long johns down her legs. She helped by wriggling out of them then kicking the garment aside. Then he guided her fingers to a series of switches that ran down his spine, starting at the base of his neck.
    She pushed, the first fastener released, and his armor began to part. After she’d pressed switches forever, he let go of her breast just long enough to pry off the hinged case. She drank in the even more magnificent chest revealed. Aside from Greek statues, she’d never seen such extravagant male beauty. None of her ex-boyfriends, or even the models in her college art class, had anything like the muscle definition in his arms and torso.
    A dusting of dark hair formed a triangle across powerful bronze pecs obscuring his flat, darker nipples. The black hair continued, narrowing to a silky trail that ran between an honest-to-God eight pack into the waistband of his smooth-fitting pants.
    “More armor?” she asked hopefully, unable to look away from his groin.
    He chuckled again. “Yes and the rest stays on until after your bath.”
    Before she could protest, he lifted her over the tub and carefully lowered her into the heavenly hot water. She pulled her knees in close. They poked out, but they helped cover her puny breasts. Funny, she loved his touch, but she dreaded seeing his disappointment.
    He grabbed the soap and lathered his hands into foamy bath mitts before giving her the bar. She caught a whiff of freshly laundered sheets. The translucent bar smelled like sunny days and a happy childhood and a world full of hope.
    She’d wanted to be part of rebuilding a world safe for children since she’d first heard about the California group. Now she hoped the mech triad would want to help with her mission.
    “Tilt your head back for me, little one.”
    Something in Batzorg’s manner commanded obedience. She couldn’t imagine not obeying him, especially when he touched her as reverently as if she were a priceless masterpiece.
    Starting from the top, he poured fresh warm water over her head then worked the luxurious shampoo into her wet hair. He used his strong fingers to massage her scalp and the tiny muscles in her neck until she wanted to purr. After