Demon Hunting with a Dixie Deb - Lexi George Page 0,50

you know any?”

“Princes? None here.”

Thank the gods. Grim hated the thought of Sassy kissing anyone but him with a savagery that shocked him.

“Then I suppose you’ll have to do.” Sassy’s glowing smile hit Grim between the eyes. “I think you’re a prince for saving Gilbert.”

Chapter Sixteen

Sassy was having the time of her life. Her body zinged with vitality and untapped power. She was Super Sassy, unhindered by expectations and obligations, carefree and giddy on high-octane fairy feel-good.

Anything could happen. Anything. The possibilities were endless.

Sassy was eye level with Grim’s bare chest and the view was fine. She’d found her prince, and yum. His wet jeans clung to his muscular legs like a second skin. The guy had a set of pegs like a running back.

Sassy’s eyes widened. Grim was aroused. The hard evidence threatened to burst the zipper on the denim.

Grim wanted her. How lovely.

She wouldn’t do anything about it, of course. She was engaged to Wesley. Still . . .

Bubbling over with joy, Sassy threw her arms around Grim’s neck and smacked him on the lips. An innocent little kiss to show her appreciation—she could hardly send him a thank-you note.

Dear Grim,

Thank you for the splendid erection. You sure know how to make a girl feel special.

Sincerely,

Sassy

This was one social situation Dixie Hobbs hadn’t covered in cotillion class.

Grim stiffened in surprise. With a deep, throaty growl of need, he pulled Sassy against his hard, muscular body and kissed her back.

And mother-of-pearl, what a kiss. Sassy had never been kissed with such ferocity, such aching and absolute need.

Grim’s tongue and lips ravished her mouth, tasting her, stroking her, searing her to the core. The world tilted on its axis and Sassy held on to Grim for dear life. A flutter of butterflies danced in her tummy and shivers of delight coursed through her. She pressed closer to the hard bulge of his erection, her body flooded with sensation. The feel of his damp, warm skin against hers, the velvet rasp of his tongue as he caressed hers, the slide of his strong hands over her flesh; she wanted more, she wanted all of him.

So this was desire. It was thrilling, exhilarating.

And wrong.

Trembling, Sassy tore her mouth free. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have . . . I can’t.”

Grim released her at once. “I am not sorry.” His big chest rose up and down. “I am not sorry at all. I have wanted to do that forever.”

“You can’t have wanted to do it forever. We met yesterday.”

He gave Sassy a hot look that left her breathless. “As I said. Forever. Sassy, I—”

“Hey, Butt Boy, check it out. This chick says she knows you.”

Meredith; Sassy recognized the piercing voice. The ghost had a voice like a feminine buzz saw.

Sassy scowled, a full-on, muscle-bunching, face-pinching scowl, her muscles struggling to form the unfamiliar expression. Sassy didn’t scowl. She sailed through life on a current of joy and optimism.

Mama wouldn’t allow her to pout or sulk, even as a child. The Princess of Positivity did not pout.

Mama said a girl should keep a pleasant expression on her face. Nobody likes a sourpuss, Mama said. Besides, frowning gives you wrinkles.

Sassy was scowling now. She wanted to screech at the ghost like a savage of sale-crazed shoppers on Black Friday for interrupting them. She wanted to know what Grim had been about to say.

Grim stepped in front of Sassy and faced the ghost at the other end of the pier.

“Taryn.” Grim spoke to someone Sassy couldn’t see. “I did not expect you so soon.”

Taryn? Who was Taryn, and why was Grim expecting her? Sassy rubbed her sternum. Her chest burned, for some reason. Heartburn? She needed a Tums.

No, she needed to know more about this Taryn chick. Who was she? More importantly, what she was to Grim?

She peeked around Grim. Hip cocked, Meredith stood on the sloped lawn near the dock, looking fresh as a daisy in an absolutely precious blue sleeveless Valentino with a round neckline and lattice overlay. A pair of killer Gucci ankle wrap sandals completed the ghost’s stylish ensemble. But the female standing next to Meredith knocked Sassy for a loop. Sassy had always considered being petite a positive plus. Her height had been an asset in dance, gymnastics, and cheerleading. She rocked the highest heels without towering over her date, and finding darling clothes was a breeze.

Sure, she’d never be a runway model, but her diminutive stature had its advantages. She slipped through a crowd better than her tall friends, and she