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“Not necessarily—he might just be squatting there,” Malik said, looking thoughtful. “At any rate, the pears are in your house now and possession is nine-tenths of Creature Law so they’re yours now and he can’t do anything about it.”
“Thank you for coming to save me,” I sang softly, looking up at him. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Well, Iwouldsay you could let me fulfill your deepest fantasy so I could be free of the Mortal Realm and go back to my rightful place in Hell’s Waiting Room, but I think that would be in poor taste right now. So I’ll settle for helping you turn those luscious pears into delicious tarts.”
“You want to help me bake?” I sang doubtfully. I had never trusted anyone but Sarah in my bakery before now and that was only after I gave her a thorough trial. She had the day offtoday because she’d covered the entire bakery by herself on my birthday, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted Malik’s help—who even knew if he knew how to bake?
But he didn’t seem fazed by my doubt.
“Sure, why not?” he said, smiling down at me. “Baking is your gift and I want to learn more about you. Only so I can learn what your fantasy is and fulfill it, of course,” he added quickly.
“Oh, of course.” I sighed and even my sigh sounded musical. “I guess you can help but you have to do what I say. Pastry is easy to ruin if you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Don’t worry—I’m a fast learner.” Malik winked and then he leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. “I just want to spend time with you,” he murmured, searching my eyes with his own. “I don’t care what we do as long as we do ittogether.”
My heart gave a little jump in my chest. It was exactly the kind of thing I’d always wished a man would say to me.
Exactly,whispered a little voice in my head.And that’s why he’s saying it. He’s here to fulfill your fantasies and not all of them are sexual, right?
Right. I told myself not to trust the Incubus’s words—he was, after all, a Demon. And there was no way I could trust my heart to a lust Demon—someone who actually made women fall in love with them for a living. I was just another job to him—an unfulfilled obligation due to the fact that I had Hester’s blood in my veins.
But no matter how I scolded myself, I couldn’t help liking the way he was looking at me, or remembering how good it felt to be held in his arms.
CHAPTER TEN
“Now I know you’re worried that I don’t know how to bake and that I’ll ruin your tarts,” Malik announced once we were both in the bakery with the pears washed and laid out on clean cloths on the counter of my workspace in the back of the bakery.
“What? I never said that,” I protested uneasily. (Luckily the effects of the pear I’d eaten had finally worn off so I was talking, not singing.)
“No, but you were thinking it back at your house when I was holding you,” he said firmly. “But I want you to know there’s a way to calm your fears and be sure I don’t fuck things up.”
“Oh? And how is that?” I asked, frowning.
“You just have to let me kiss you.”
“What?Come on,”I exclaimed. “You’re not serious!”
“Yes, I am,” Malik said patiently. “You know I can hear what you’re thinking when I touch you. Well, another demonic skill of mine is the ability to pick up new skills and information when I touch a mortal long enough and intimately enough.”
“You’re not serious,” I said skeptically.
“Yes, I am,” he insisted.
“So you can pick up all my baking knowledge just by kissing me?”
His black eyes went heavy-lidded.
“Well, Icouldeat your luscious little pussy instead, if you’d prefer it.”
My heart was suddenly thudding in my chest and I felt my cheeks getting hot.
“No! I mean, that’s not…I don’t want…”
“Yes, you do, baby,” he growled softly, taking me in his arms. “That’sdefinitelyone of your fantasies. Getting your pussy eaten by a man who knows how to do it—and whowantsto do it. But for now, I’ll settle for a kiss.”
Before I could protest again, his mouth found mine and I was drowning in a sweet, hot kiss that stole my breath and made my whole body ache with desire.
His lips were insistent but he didn’t ram his tongue down my throat, like some other guys I’d been with. Instead he teased me, kissing me softly but urgently, then probing lightly with just the tip of his tongue at the seam of my lips.
