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Sleep was the furthest thing from her mind as she lay almost naked against this ruggedly powerful and mysterious man.

The longer Selene lay there, the more she wondered what it would feel like to press her lips to his skin.

An image of lips brushing the top of her head was followed by a featherlight stirring at her temple. Selene’s breath caught in her chest.

Her heart tripped over itself and then thundered against her ribs. She shifted until she faced him, staring up into his eyes. “Did you kiss me?” she asked, her voice little more than air.

Gryph’s mouth quirked upward. “Had I really kissed you, you would know.”