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hot enough to
make Teresa blush. She dropped her gaze, looking down into her
lap.
    "I bet you say that to all the women," she
laughed, shrugging the comment off. "But thank you. I'm sure you'd
much rather be out with a pretty blonde thing rather than a
middle-aged, plump mother of two."
    "You think?" He arched his eyebrow, still
watching her intently as he leaned forwards. "Sweetheart, if I told
you what I would rather be doing...with you...you'd run for cover.
Come on...let's get out of here."
    Even though she hadn't had her dessert Teresa
didn't argue. Mind you, she didn't have much of a choice since Cy
rose to his feet and headed for the door leaving her to trail after
him. He paused for a moment by the cashier's desk so she caught up
with him for all of a second before he enveloped his fingers in
hers and pulled her outside into the cool night air.
    "You look fantastic." His murmured compliment
as they reached the car took her as much by surprise but not as
much as his next move. Still holding her hand he pulled her hard
against him. One hand slid across the back of her hips to prevent
her escaping. Teresa gasped as she felt the rampant hardness of his
erection press into her. His other hand slid into the nape of her
neck, his fingers winding around the silken strands of her hair as
he tilted her face up to just the right angle for his kiss.
    Her body stiffened as her hands slammed into
the solid wall of his chest. Cy paused and looked down into her
eyes. Anger and surprise flared there as they locked into a silent
battle of wills. Would she let him kiss her? He hoped so, because
he wanted to taste her lips more than he wanted to breathe right
now.
    "I'm going to kiss you," he warned, hearing
the hitch in his own voice and marveling that one human woman could
reduce him to such a mass of need. He leaned down, holding her
eyes, until his lips were a bare whisper away from hers. She didn't
move, frozen in place and her dark eyes on his. Dark eyes that
smoldered not with anger any more, but need and longing.
    Cy groaned. He couldn't resist her.
    His lips brushed over hers as he tried to
school himself to be gentle. She was human, not pixie. Not used to
the demands of a full-blooded warrior as a woman of his race would
be. So he would be gentle. Maybe. As much as he could.
    Then disaster struck. Far from hardening
under his as he'd expected, and pulling away at the first
opportunity, her lips softened in silent invitation. Surprise
running through his larger frame Cy flicked his tongue along her
full lower lip.
    She relaxed, her hands gentling on his chest
as her lips parted. Just a fraction but it was enough. No way was
he going to pass up even the smallest invitation from this
woman.
    Pressing her back against the side of the car
Cy took control of the kiss. His hands drove into her hair,
scattering pins as his tongue parted her lips and gained access to
the sweet inner recesses of her mouth. It was heaven. Warm silk and
just a touch of whiskey laced coffee.
    Desire throbbing through him Cy lifted his
head. "Whiskey?" She hadn't had an alcoholic drink over dinner and
certainly not whiskey. "You needed Dutch courage before our
date?"
    She opened passion-darkened eyes and the look
in them speared Cy. His nipples under the thin tee-shirt peaked and
rubbed against the fabric, the silver rings through them growing
colder by the minute. Pleasure arced through his body, his cock
hardening another painful notch and rubbing against the inside of
his jeans.
    She nodded and laughed. The soft sound was
melodious in the night air and Cy was entranced. It was a new
feeling for the Pixie. Usually humans were entranced by him, not
the other way around.
    "Yeah, a little. I mean, come on. Me and
someone like you?"
    The nerves in her voice were enough to melt
even the most hardened heart. His thumb stroked over her cheek in a
gentle caress even as his lips curled into a sly smile. "You mean a
bad boy like me?" he asked and leaned in to kiss