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restaurants, and bars.
    At the boarding school, they’d made field trips to the nearby towns. She recognized the same characteristics of those others in this one. The atmosphere crackled with the frenetic energy of unruliness, of a town built around the promise of gold and diamonds, the flamboyance of drug runners, and the obsession of revolutionaries.
    “This way.” He turned right into a near-vacant side alley that took them to a tiny café.
    Jacinta glanced around the small room, taking in the empty tables covered by red-and-white-checkered tablecloths. In her experience, albeit limited, crowded restaurants meant good food at reasonable prices.
    He pulled out a chair and waited for her to sit. The table he’d chosen was tucked into a corner at the back of the restaurant near an arched corridor.
    “There’s no one else here.” The ceiling fan above them circulated delicious aromas Jacinta couldn’t pinpoint.
    Demon shoved the other chair to her side and sat. “I know.”
    Jacinta stiffened when he lifted her onto his lap. Heat scaled her throat. “What’re you doing?”
    “It’s called foreplay.”
    He hadn’t understood. Jacinta didn’t want to spoil their evening, but she had to be honest. “I should like to tell you something.”
    “Go ahead.”
    She studied the cheery tablecloth. “I would prefer not to make love again.”
    “Look at me.” He cradled her jaw and forced her to meet his gaze. “If you don’t want to, then we won’t.”
    Relief had her light-headed. “Thank you.”
    “Did you like it when I kissed you?”
    She sighed. “Very much.”
    “Kissing is part of foreplay.”
    “Oh.” She knew she blushed all over, for even her toes were on fire. “I should like to tell you something else.”
    “I’m listening.”
    “I should like to know more of this foreplay if there is not the penetration part.” She gestured at his hardening erection half hidden by her dress. “We simply do not fit. It is obvious now, of course. You need a much larger woman.”
    He made a strangled noise and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
    A plump woman approached the table bearing a round tray.
    Jacinta tugged a lock of Demon’s hair and, surprised by the silken texture, twined the sandy tresses around her fingers before freeing one springy wave. “Someone’s coming.”
    “Señor Demon. Welcome back. The appetizers you ordered are ready.”
    He wore a huge grin that enchanted Jacinta. She hadn’t noticed his three dimples before. “Gracias, Lucia. Will you open the wine and let it breathe?”
    “Pronto.” For a large woman, she moved quickly. Before Jacinta could add her thanks, Lucia had disappeared. She peered at the tray.
    “Try this one.” Demon offered her a pastry of some sort. “Open.”
    He intended to feed her? But the pastry smelled heavenly. She took a small bite and closed her eyes in rapture as her taste buds exploded in delight. Shrimp doused with cream and butter and a hint of garlic.
    “I do believe you’re purring.” His warm breath feathered her cheek. “Hey. I get a turn too. Feed me the rest.”
    She blinked but took the remaining half circle from him and mimicked his actions. He stared into her eyes and licked her fingers clean when he finished his bite.
    Jacinta shivered, and that crackling electricity from the kiss returned with a vengeance. Fascinated, she watched his dexterous, tanned fingers as he picked first one, then another appetizer before offering her a tempting morsel.
    “This one’s a personal favorite. Take the whole thing in one bite.”
    Oh ecstasy. Succulent and tart and spicy. “Delicious. What is it?”
    “A fish puff deep fried.”
    “There was only one.” She checked the tray again.
    “Then I’ll just have to taste you.”
    His mouth trapped hers, and taste her he did. A thorough, slow exploration that had her toes curling and her insides fluttering. Her hands had a will of their own, and her fingers snaked up his chest to the bronzed