starting to think the only time he could expect her to react to him honestly and openly was when he was making love to her. And as appealing as it might sound to spend the rest of his life buried in her sweet cunt, he had a few reservations about its practicality.
Still, he wasn’t above pressing the only advantage he had. He reached around her to grab a small bottle from the table and let his chest brush against her nipples with the movement. He heard her quick inhalation and felt a grim sort of satisfaction. Straightening up, he held up a small glass bottle filled with reddish-brown massage oil so she could see it. “Cinnamon,” he said. “The vanilla’s good too, but it doesn’t make the skin tingle quite the same way.”
He saw her eyes widen and let his mouth curve up at one corner in a small, almost menacing smile. Her gaze seemed glued to his hands as he twisted the top off the bottle and covered the top with the tip of his middle finger before upending it to coat the pad with the oil. While she watched, he eased the low neckline of her tank top down another inch and slipped his hand beneath, snaking inside the cup of her bra to rub the infused oil directly onto the skin of her nipple.
“Luc!” Her cry of protest sounded choked and breathless. “We’re in a public place!”
“No one can see.”
Her head darted from side to side as she looked around, but it was true. Shiny hadn’t yet returned from the back, and there were only two other customers in the store, both of whom intently perused the selection of erotic DVDs with their backs to Luc and Corinne. She didn’t relax, though.
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“I can see,” she hissed, grabbing hold of his wrist and trying to pull it out of her shirt. He didn’t budge, except to move to the other breast and coat that nipple in turn with a thin film of cinnamon oil. When he flicked his nail over the little nub, both nipples immediately contracted into tight beads.
He leaned forward to whisper against her ear. “See what I mean? About the tingling. I’ll bet your nipples feel hot and tight and buzzing right about now. Don’t they, Corinne.” He saw the shiver she tried to repress, and the way her hips almost shifted restlessly before she brought them back under control. She pulled back to stare at him, her teeth clenched in frustration. “Why are you doing this?”
He shrugged. “It seems like the only time you manage to deal with me, face to face, with no baggage and no bias between us is when we’re making love,” he said. “And since I want you to be honest with me now…”
He let the sentence trail off and watched as his words sank in. Her eyes narrowed and her jaw tightened, but at least this time he knew she had a basis for her anger.
“You’re a bastard, you know that?”
“How much choice are you giving me?”
“I didn’t ask for this,” she said suddenly, eyes meeting his directly and openly for the first time. “I didn’t ask for this story. I didn’t ask to discover the world of Faerie, or for the Queen’s idiot nephew to go gallivanting through Manhattan, and I sure as hell didn’t ask for you. So cut me a little slack, okay?”
“No.”
Her eyebrows shot toward her hairline. “No?”
“No,” he said. “I’m not cutting you a damned thing. You’re not the only one in this situation, Corinne, so stop looking at it from the point of view like you’re the victim. I didn’t ask for it either, but it’s my job and I’ll do it anyway. Sometimes that’s the way it works, after all. Sometimes no matter what you want to do, you can’t do anything but what you have to do.”
“And I have to be happy about helping you find the Faerie Queen’s idiot nephew?”
“No, but you do have to get used to me being around.”
“Because you’re not leaving until this is finished.” She sounded tired and worn out. “Right. I get it. So let’s get the
Still, he wasn’t above pressing the only advantage he had. He reached around her to grab a small bottle from the table and let his chest brush against her nipples with the movement. He heard her quick inhalation and felt a grim sort of satisfaction. Straightening up, he held up a small glass bottle filled with reddish-brown massage oil so she could see it. “Cinnamon,” he said. “The vanilla’s good too, but it doesn’t make the skin tingle quite the same way.”
He saw her eyes widen and let his mouth curve up at one corner in a small, almost menacing smile. Her gaze seemed glued to his hands as he twisted the top off the bottle and covered the top with the tip of his middle finger before upending it to coat the pad with the oil. While she watched, he eased the low neckline of her tank top down another inch and slipped his hand beneath, snaking inside the cup of her bra to rub the infused oil directly onto the skin of her nipple.
“Luc!” Her cry of protest sounded choked and breathless. “We’re in a public place!”
“No one can see.”
Her head darted from side to side as she looked around, but it was true. Shiny hadn’t yet returned from the back, and there were only two other customers in the store, both of whom intently perused the selection of erotic DVDs with their backs to Luc and Corinne. She didn’t relax, though.
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“I can see,” she hissed, grabbing hold of his wrist and trying to pull it out of her shirt. He didn’t budge, except to move to the other breast and coat that nipple in turn with a thin film of cinnamon oil. When he flicked his nail over the little nub, both nipples immediately contracted into tight beads.
He leaned forward to whisper against her ear. “See what I mean? About the tingling. I’ll bet your nipples feel hot and tight and buzzing right about now. Don’t they, Corinne.” He saw the shiver she tried to repress, and the way her hips almost shifted restlessly before she brought them back under control. She pulled back to stare at him, her teeth clenched in frustration. “Why are you doing this?”
He shrugged. “It seems like the only time you manage to deal with me, face to face, with no baggage and no bias between us is when we’re making love,” he said. “And since I want you to be honest with me now…”
He let the sentence trail off and watched as his words sank in. Her eyes narrowed and her jaw tightened, but at least this time he knew she had a basis for her anger.
“You’re a bastard, you know that?”
“How much choice are you giving me?”
“I didn’t ask for this,” she said suddenly, eyes meeting his directly and openly for the first time. “I didn’t ask for this story. I didn’t ask to discover the world of Faerie, or for the Queen’s idiot nephew to go gallivanting through Manhattan, and I sure as hell didn’t ask for you. So cut me a little slack, okay?”
“No.”
Her eyebrows shot toward her hairline. “No?”
“No,” he said. “I’m not cutting you a damned thing. You’re not the only one in this situation, Corinne, so stop looking at it from the point of view like you’re the victim. I didn’t ask for it either, but it’s my job and I’ll do it anyway. Sometimes that’s the way it works, after all. Sometimes no matter what you want to do, you can’t do anything but what you have to do.”
“And I have to be happy about helping you find the Faerie Queen’s idiot nephew?”
“No, but you do have to get used to me being around.”
“Because you’re not leaving until this is finished.” She sounded tired and worn out. “Right. I get it. So let’s get the
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