way to know for sure would be to try him out.
And boy, she bet he would be one hell of a ride.
While she hemmed and hawed, Luc simply nudged her elbow and began walking, heading up the block to the nearest avenue where the cabs cruised more frequently. “Let’s go.” He glanced over his shoulder and urged her to cross to the other side of the street. “You can make up your mind on the way.”
Corinne wondered if she really could. In fact, she was still wondering when he raised one beefy arm—somehow coming up with two cabs—when he slid into the back of the taxi next to her, and when she gave the driver her address. In her own defense, she had a lot to wonder about. Not just the sex, which she’d already decided had the potential to be stupendous, but also the advisability of getting involved with a member of another species. And an out-of-towner at that. Once he found the Faerie Queen’s nephew, Luc Macanaw would head right back to his homeland and right back out of her life. How would she feel about that? The man didn’t exactly have long-term potential written all over him.
That sort of thing didn’t usually bother Corinne. After all, she’d dated more than her fair share of men, and none of them had lasted so far. But she rarely decided to hop into bed with a man if she knew beforehand that he wouldn’t be around for more than the time it took to deal with the buttons and zippers. She blamed her Catholic roots. Being raised in the church just had a way of making a girl worry about looking like a total slut. Maybe it was the dress code.
And Corinne had to admit, something in the back of her mind looked at the idea of sex with a member of another species with a certain amount of alarm. She’d never slept with a man who wasn’t human before. She supposed the fact that Luc didn’t suffer from the furry form of PMS counted in his favor, but still, were humans and the Fae even, er, compatible?
Instinctively, her eyes dropped to his crotch and her cheeks heated. The evidence suggested they were.
Corinne sighed. Why were all the good ones married, gay, or another species?
Her gut weighed in on that one. It told her that Luc Macanaw could be one of the good ones. Mouthwatering face and body aside, in the few short hours that she’d known him, the man had displayed a sharp intelligence, polished social skills, and basic human decency. Or the Fae equivalent thereof. Frankly, she’d dated men who’d barely scored two out of three on that scale, so why did she hesitate?
She pondered that for a few minutes and could come up with only one explanation: sheer, unadulterated stupidity.
The man made her thighs tingle just to look at him! Time to yell Bansai! and have at it.
Clearing her throat, she angled to face him just as the taxi turned onto her street. “So, um, maybe you and I should spend some time laying out our game plan.” She tried desperately to sound casual and just hoped she at least managed better than totally lame. “You could come up for coffee, and we could compare notes. My building is just up ahead.”
Corinne gestured through the windshield then swore.
Luc cursed. “Before or after the police barrier?”
“After. Damn it.”
“Hey, sorry, folks, but this is as far as I can go.” The cabbie eased out of traffic and rolled up to the curb four blocks ahead of Corinne’s building. “I dunno what the heck is going on up there, but it looks messy. Good luck getting through.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
Luc was handing through the fare before Corinne even managed to find her wallet inside her backpack. She slid out of the vehicle in front of him, almost jumping out of her skin when he helped her with a warm hand on her ass.
“I, uh, I guess you’re going to get to walk me home after all,” she said, shoving her hands into her pockets to keep them from returning the favor and grabbing his ass in the middle of the street. “Unless, you know, you’d rather just wait until
And boy, she bet he would be one hell of a ride.
While she hemmed and hawed, Luc simply nudged her elbow and began walking, heading up the block to the nearest avenue where the cabs cruised more frequently. “Let’s go.” He glanced over his shoulder and urged her to cross to the other side of the street. “You can make up your mind on the way.”
Corinne wondered if she really could. In fact, she was still wondering when he raised one beefy arm—somehow coming up with two cabs—when he slid into the back of the taxi next to her, and when she gave the driver her address. In her own defense, she had a lot to wonder about. Not just the sex, which she’d already decided had the potential to be stupendous, but also the advisability of getting involved with a member of another species. And an out-of-towner at that. Once he found the Faerie Queen’s nephew, Luc Macanaw would head right back to his homeland and right back out of her life. How would she feel about that? The man didn’t exactly have long-term potential written all over him.
That sort of thing didn’t usually bother Corinne. After all, she’d dated more than her fair share of men, and none of them had lasted so far. But she rarely decided to hop into bed with a man if she knew beforehand that he wouldn’t be around for more than the time it took to deal with the buttons and zippers. She blamed her Catholic roots. Being raised in the church just had a way of making a girl worry about looking like a total slut. Maybe it was the dress code.
And Corinne had to admit, something in the back of her mind looked at the idea of sex with a member of another species with a certain amount of alarm. She’d never slept with a man who wasn’t human before. She supposed the fact that Luc didn’t suffer from the furry form of PMS counted in his favor, but still, were humans and the Fae even, er, compatible?
Instinctively, her eyes dropped to his crotch and her cheeks heated. The evidence suggested they were.
Corinne sighed. Why were all the good ones married, gay, or another species?
Her gut weighed in on that one. It told her that Luc Macanaw could be one of the good ones. Mouthwatering face and body aside, in the few short hours that she’d known him, the man had displayed a sharp intelligence, polished social skills, and basic human decency. Or the Fae equivalent thereof. Frankly, she’d dated men who’d barely scored two out of three on that scale, so why did she hesitate?
She pondered that for a few minutes and could come up with only one explanation: sheer, unadulterated stupidity.
The man made her thighs tingle just to look at him! Time to yell Bansai! and have at it.
Clearing her throat, she angled to face him just as the taxi turned onto her street. “So, um, maybe you and I should spend some time laying out our game plan.” She tried desperately to sound casual and just hoped she at least managed better than totally lame. “You could come up for coffee, and we could compare notes. My building is just up ahead.”
Corinne gestured through the windshield then swore.
Luc cursed. “Before or after the police barrier?”
“After. Damn it.”
“Hey, sorry, folks, but this is as far as I can go.” The cabbie eased out of traffic and rolled up to the curb four blocks ahead of Corinne’s building. “I dunno what the heck is going on up there, but it looks messy. Good luck getting through.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
Luc was handing through the fare before Corinne even managed to find her wallet inside her backpack. She slid out of the vehicle in front of him, almost jumping out of her skin when he helped her with a warm hand on her ass.
“I, uh, I guess you’re going to get to walk me home after all,” she said, shoving her hands into her pockets to keep them from returning the favor and grabbing his ass in the middle of the street. “Unless, you know, you’d rather just wait until
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