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between Danger and Will Robinson. Then it rose and locked with mine, and I knew in that moment the true meaning of perfection.
    “You look better,” I said, my tone airy. The wounds that had been so deep, so potentially fatal, had all but vanished. My head spun with a mixture of relief and concern.
    He lifted my chin and brushed his fingers over my throat where it was still swollen from his momentary lapse of reason in the shower. He had a strong grip. “Sorry about that.”
    “Care to explain?”
    He lowered his head. “I thought you were someone else.”
    “Who else?”
    In lieu of an answer, he put his fingertips on a pulse point. He seemed to revel in the feel of it, the proof of life flowing through my veins.
    “Is it the demons you told me about?” I asked.
    “Yes.” He said it so matter-of-fact, so casually, one would think demons tried to kill him on a regular basis. He’d told me about them only last week, when I found out who he really was. He’d said they were after me, but to get to me, they’d have to go through him. I thought he was speaking metaphorically. Apparently not.
    “Are they—” I stopped midsentence and swallowed hard. “—are you okay?”
    “I’m unconscious,” he said, edging closer, his tongue wetting his full mouth.
    My stomach somersaulted, but only in part because of the tongue. “You’re unconscious? What do you mean?”
    He had braced a hand against the countertop on either side of me, imprisoning me within his sinewy arms. “I mean, I’m not awake,” he said a heartbeat before nipping my earlobe with his teeth, just hard enough to send a quake skimming over the surface of my skin.
    The deep tenor of his voice reverberated through my bones, liquefying them from the inside out. I fought hard to focus on his words instead of the turmoil each syllable generated, each touch. He was like chocolate-covered heroin, and I was an addict through and through.
    I’d had him inside me before. I’d known heaven for a brief period of time, the experience so surreal, so earth-shattering, I was certain he’d ruined me to all other men forever. Seriously, who could compete with a being created from beauty and sin and fused together with the blistering heat of sensuality? He was a god among men. Damn it.
    “Why aren’t you awake?” I asked, struggling to redirect my thoughts. “Reyes, what happened?”
    He’d been busy nibbling his way to my collarbone, his hot mouth evoking seismic activity at each point of contact.
    I really hated to interrupt, but … “Reyes, are you listening to me?”
    He raised his head, a sensual grin playing at the corners of his mouth, and said, “I’m listening.”
    “To what? The sound of blood rushing to your nether regions?”
    “No,” he said with a husky chuckle that made me tingle everywhere. “To your heartbeat.” He leaned in again, began the aerial assault again.
    “Seriously, Reyes, how did you get hurt?”
    “Painfully,” he whispered into my ear.
    My chest constricted with his answer. “Time-out,” I said, grabbing the wrist of a hand that was doing the most amazing things to my girl parts.
    He twisted his hand around and wound his fingers into mine. “You’re putting me in time-out?”
    “Yes,” I said as a shaky sigh slid through my lips.
    “If I don’t go, do I get a spanking?”
    A burst of laughter escaped before I could stop it. “Reyes,” I said in admonishment. “We need to talk.”
    “So talk,” he said, stroking my wrist with his thumb.
    I placed an index finger on his shoulder and nudged. “Let me rephrase that. You need to talk. Please tell me what happened. Why are you unconscious?”
    He let out a slow breath and leaned back to focus his liquid brown eyes on mine. “I told you last week, they found me.”
    “The demons.”
    “Yes.”
    “What do they want?”
    “The same thing I want,” he said, his eyes raking over my body, “but perhaps for different reasons.”
    He’d explained before that