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you know what I mean.”
    “Get out of my head!” Grace demanded. “We didn’t agree on any Vulcan Mind Meld, buddy.”
    “I can’t help it. You think loud. Not to mention you weren’t forthcoming with pertinent information—like your name. That’s what you get when you leave a demon to his own devices, Grace .” He tested her name on his tongue, a first bite of the myriad confections he’d stolen from her mind.
    “Oh, so it couldn’t be that you’re just nosy? Rude?” She shrugged her shoulders beneath the heat of his palms. When she got no response, she continued. “Uncouth? Pretentious? Invas—”
    If he hadn’t kissed her then, she would have continued to spew insults, so perhaps it was self-preservation on his part. Though, he’d already said that he wanted her. But . . . how many lips had his touched? How many places had he put the tongue that was now stroking her bottom lip, for that matter? The thought made her stomach a little queasy. Maybe more than just a little.
    Those elegantly strong hands splayed across her waist and pulled her hard against him. His defined body was taut, his skin hot and seeming to beg for her touch . . . To Grace’s chagrin, all of the thoughts in her head seemed to leak out of her ear and onto the floor. Ah, well, she had always been a fool for broad shoulders, and who could blame her? She sighed into his mouth and realized she might as well just enjoy herself. It’s not like this was a sin. Nowhere in the Book did it say, “Thou Shalt Not Shag Angels, Be They Fallen or Otherwise.”
    She tangled his hair in her fist and, while it was like silk, what gave her the most pleasure wasn’t the texture but knowing his coiffure wasn’t perfect anymore. She grinned as her hands slid down to his shoulders, and she found her fingers sliding beneath his greatcoat and pushing it off.
    “That’s much better,” he said.
    “Shut up, or this isn’t going to work.” She was still fighting the brocade and velvet of his coat.
    “Oh, it will work. I promise you that.”
    Grace snorted again. “Yes, yes, great demon prince. I’m sure it works fine. I meant ‘it’ as in the sex. Not your cock.”
    Caspian gasped. “Such perversion from that seemingly sweet mouth. Do it again.”
    “What? Belittle your cock?”
    “Don’t be deliberately obtuse.” He sighed. “You know what I mean.”
    “The deal was for skin, not for 1-900-Gracie Talks Nasty.”
    Caspian was kissing the corner of her mouth. “So, does Gracie talk nasty? Hmm?” He accented this last with a swipe of his tongue across her lip.
    “Only to curse you back to—”
    That was enough of that, or so Caspian must have decided. The teasing swipe of his tongue became another full-on military campaign, another invasion. Grace wasn’t complaining, though, even if she could do so with him ravaging her mouth in such a way. She melted against him, knowing that it had to be an illusion—the way that she fit perfectly against him, the way the curve of his shoulder was just right for her cheek, the way that her hands already seemed to know him. He was a demon, after all.
    She kissed him back, using her tongue like a weapon, capturing and invading him just as he’d done to her. Of course, he liked it. It was obvious. What demon wouldn’t? Hell, what male wouldn’t?
    Grace ran her tongue and mouth along the hard angle of his jaw, the corded column of his throat, the deliciously sculpted outline of his pectorals, down farther still to that valley of sin itself, that road to Hell—or to Heaven, as the case was turning out—those hard, hard abdominals. She found herself on her knees, prostrate before his maleness. Caspian didn’t take it as his due, however. He watched her with glittering eyes, no expectation there, only desire. Only unbridled lust. He didn’t thread his fingers through her hair only to get at the back of her neck and push her lips toward his cock. He waited to see what she would do next.
    Because he