Free Lion And The Falcon (Furry United Coalition) by Eve Langlais Page B

is definitely a first. The guys she knew would never have dared such a liberty—except for a certain drunken dodo. Clarice’s demeanor didn’t invite snuggling. It didn’t stop the lion from plopping his head down and going to sleep. And snoring! Not loudly, but enough to give him his first physical flaw—other than his species—which served to make him more human. Even— ack! —likable. It didn’t mean she’d changed her mind about him. She wouldn’t date or have sex with him, and she still thought him an idiot, albeit a good-looking one. She blamed the fact she found him attractive for her involuntary reaction to his presence.
    The man drove her insane with his flirting, and despite knowing she shouldn’t take it seriously, her body—to her extreme annoyance—reacted each and every time. One smile and her nipples hardened. A rumble of his voice and her sex clenched. The warmth of his breath against her crotch as he snored softly in her lap and she creamed her panties.
    The smart thing to do ? Shove him off her lap. Use her as a pillow indeed. Yet, for some reason, she did nothing, because to take offense would force her to admit he disturbed her. And she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Now, if he went for a grope, that would put a different spin on things. An actual sexual advance meant she could freely give him the black eye he deserved. Or I could grope him back. Treacherous mind, or should she say body. What was it about this doctor that made her want to break her own rules?
    She fought to change her train of thought and focused instead on the case, more specifically the danger Nolan kept denying. These things they hunted, by invading the home of a FUC staff member, showed a level of cunning. It disturbed her to realize they’d focused their rage on specific people and not just random strangers. But try getting an arrogant lion to recognize that. For a smart man, he could prove dense at times.
    O bviously, the idiot didn’t take his own safety seriously, and the more he claimed he could take care of himself, the more she wondered. Just look at how those tigers took him by surprise in the parking garage. Where did his king of the jungle instinct hide then? Deny it all he wanted, he’d not suspected a thing, yet, at the same time, even she had to admit, the tigers posed no real danger. If one ignored the concussion and the whole kidnap him for sex thing, the only real danger was to his virtue. As if he had much of that to start with.
    Why his slutty behavior with the opposite sex made her grip the steering wheel tight enough to leave claw marks, she couldn’t have said. She forced herself to relax and breathe. I am not jealous. Why should I care who he sleeps with?
    And how had she digressed from her main topic of thought, mainly his ability to care for himself ? As he’d evidenced, when he ripped the bonds binding his hands, he possessed strength, and by his own words, escaped more than one sticky situation. However, evading the amorous advances of the ladies was a far cry from escaping the not so tender, psycho tendencies of mutant killers. What would the doctor do if faced with a former patient out for blood? Would he do what it took to protect himself, or get himself killed trying to save someone too far gone to help? Somehow, she feared the latter, which she could grudgingly admit was not a huge flaw, just a possible fatal one. Which is why I’m driving him home and letting him use me as a pillow instead of dumping his ass on the curb and taking off for my hotel.
    While his ability to defend himself remained unknown, Clarice already knew he wasn’t as dumb as she’d initially thought. Oh, h e seemed to enjoy giving the impression he was a golden playboy lacking common sense, and yet, he had immediately spotted what she’d missed at the crime scene. It didn’t matter she would have quickly figured it out, and he, in a sense, cheated because of his refined sense of smell. Clarice jumped to