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them, a male-female chemistry that was sexy and intense.

      “Good.”

      “Mmm, good.” She had no idea what he was talking about. She felt all dreamy and distracted.

      “But sometimes, Princess—” He snared her in his arms, flashed a devilishly sexy smile at her and then lowered his head until his lips almost brushed hers as he spoke. “Sometimes your attacker might use a more devious approach. Will you be prepared for that? Will you be prepared for this?”

      Before she could think, his mouth captured hers.

      Chapter Three

      Vanessa was held captive. Not by the strength of his arms, but by the intensity of his passion…and her own.

      She returned Mark’s kiss with a spirit of hunger that surprised them both. His lips moved over hers with an ever-fluid interplay that stole her breath away and vanquished all logic. Instead, she was consumed by a blind yearning that made her immediate world slide into oblivion. He made her shiver and burn at the same time, provoking a sensual response she could neither understand nor control.

      The thin material of her leotard and his black T-shirt provided little protection against the earthy warmth of his body. His hands slid down her spine to the small of her back to tug her close, binding her to him. The passage of his hands created a new flame in the fire burning within her.

      Mark parted his legs to brace himself as she melted against him. His action intensified the intimacy of their embrace, added a new level of heated friction.

      Tunneling his hand beneath the golden tumble of her hair, he lured her to part her lips even farther for him. She eagerly complied. He rewarded her by doing enticing things with his tongue, moves that made Vanessa’s knees weak and her body throb. Her tongue answered his as his mouth slanted across hers in a new angle that afforded them both even more erotic pleasure.

      Mark’s hands slid with deft sureness over her derriere, pulling her deeper into the kiss, into the madness. In his arms she was a different person. She was female to his bold male. She felt the thrust of his arousal, and her body responded with a receptive aching need to draw him to her. She was both the conquered and the conqueror.

      And then it was all over.

      Shocked, she swayed before him as Mark took several steps back. She felt naked without his arms around her.

      “You weren’t supposed to kiss me back!” Mark growled, shooting her a look that was downright accusatory. “You should have used one of the self-defense techniques I just showed you instead of melting in my arms.”

      Passion quickly dissolved in a sea of humiliation. Red-hot embarrassment rolled over her like a tidal wave. So did red-hot anger, making Vanessa react without thinking.

      Enlisting a speedy move of her own, she took hold of his arm and twisted her hips, and presto—gravity took over, knocking a startled Mark completely off balance. A second later he was falling to the floor, landing on his sexy denim-clad derriere in the middle of the Aubusson carpet.

      At that precise moment, Celeste opened the bedroom door and ushered in Dr. Rosenthal, who viewed Mark with a wide grin.

      “I’ve heard of bowing to royalty, Wilder, but never thought I’d see the day when a woman would set you on your keister.”

      “The captain was showing me his moves, so I showed him one of mine,” Vanessa said in a demure voice.

      “I didn’t teach you that move,” Mark growled accusingly at Vanessa even as he leaped to his feet with the grace of a cat. A big cat, something in the angry-tiger family. A lesser woman would have taken a step back.

      But Vanessa was a princess, and years of training helped her keep her cool.

      “No, you didn’t teach me that move. Olga did.”

      “Who the hell is Olga?” Mark demanded.

      “She was the East German Olympic fencing champion for five straight years in the 1980s. Now she teaches fencing in Volzemburg. Over the years, she’s given me a few pointers in self-defense.”

      “You could have told me that.”

      “You could have asked me,” she retorted.

      “Children, children, enough squabbling,” Dr. Rosenthal said. “As fascinating as this may be, I do have patients waiting for me back at my office.” The doctor looked more like a young John Wayne than George Clooney. He had a rugged face and direct demeanor, but kind brown eyes. “You’re looking flushed, Princess Vanessa. I fear you may have a fever.”

      “Brain fever,” Mark muttered under his breath.

      “Thank you, Celeste, you may leave us now,” Vanessa informed her wide-eyed lady-in-waiting.

      The doctor opened his black bag and removed a stethoscope.

      “I’m not sure what Mark told you,” she began, eyeing his medical bag warily.

      “Relax, Princess,” Mark drawled. “He’s not going to draw too much blood.”

      “I’m not going to draw any blood,” Dr. Rosenthal assured her with a reprimanding look in Mark’s direction. “You two are doing enough of that on your own.”

      “I apologize, Dr. Rosenthal,” Vanessa said. “It’s very kind of you to take the time off from your busy practice to come here today.”

      “The doc owes me a favor,” Mark said.

      “I want to check you out a bit before I call your father,” Dr. Rosenthal said. “Make sure nothing really is wrong with you.”

      “Aside from a stubborn nature, you mean.”

      She ignored Mark’s comment.

      “Take a deep breath. Hold it. Let it out.”

      “Have you known Mark long?” she asked.

      “Long enough,” the doctor replied, taking a wooden tongue depressor out of his bag. “Open your mouth and go ah.” Shining a tiny high-intensity flashlight in her mouth, he noted, “Looks good. How long have you known Mark, Your Highness?”

      “His brother, Joe, married my best friend Prudence.”

      “Ah, Joe.” Dr. Rosenthal nodded as he tossed the tongue depressor in a ritzy garbage can with the royal seal on it. “The charmer in the Wilder family.”

      “And Mark?” Vanessa asked. “What’s he?”

      “The proud one,” Dr. Rosenthal instantly replied.

      “Really? Why’s that? Because he’s a Marine?”

      “Don’t you have someplace else to be, Doc?” Mark said, clearly uncomfortable with the direction this conversation was taking.

      “The doctor has to phone my father before he leaves,” she reminded Mark.

      “How much sleep have you been getting a night?” the doctor asked her.

      “Four, maybe five hours, if I’m lucky,” she replied.

      “And your appetite?”

      “He ate most of my breakfast,” Vanessa noted with a regal tilt of her head in Mark’s direction.

      “Hey, there was enough on that platter to feed a family of five,” Mark said in his own defense. “And she hardly touched any of it.”

      “Mmm. You do show signs of nervous exhaustion,” Dr. Rosenthal told her. “All kidding aside, I do think a break would do you good.”

      “There, you see?” Vanessa shot Mark a triumphant look. “The doctor agrees with me.”

      Mark felt the first twinges of guilt tugging at his conscience. The good doctor was in on the plan, of course. A former

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