Cyn tossed the wig in the backseat of Julian’s car and sighed. She’d agreed to let him take her home, but only that. The man had barely reached first base, and she had every intention of keeping him there for a while, no matter how good his hands felt. After all, they hadn’t been dating long enough for second yet. “God, my feet hurt.”
“So does my shin.”
She grinned. That should teach him to keep his hands where she could see them. Besides, he was adorable when he pouted.
“Going to invite me in?”
That deep, dark tone always sent a shiver down her spine, but Cyn stiffened it. She wasn’t going to give in to him that easily. Julian would have to work to earn the right to bite her. “Nope.”
“Damn.” His hand drifted to her thigh. “Have I mentioned I like your costume?”
“Maybe.” She pushed his hand down to her knee. She wasn’t opposed to him touching her. In fact, she’d love to do more than touch, but Cyn wasn’t easy. It was going to take Julian more than a date or three to get her boy shorts off.
That wicked gleam was back in his eye, and she just knew something outrageous was going to pop out of his mouth. “How do you feel about role-playing?”
Cyn bit her cheek to keep from laughing. Role-playing, huh? “Well, Rolemaster was a bitch to learn because of all the Companion books, plus you needed a physics calculator just to figure out your stats.” The car swerved as Julian jerked, his expression shocked. “Some versions of Dungeons and Dragons weren’t too bad, but Star Wars seriously sucked unless you were a Jedi.” She tapped her fingernail against her lips. “Wait, did you mean pen and paper or online RPGs, because—”
His expression had gone completely blank. “Oh, my god. You’re a geek!”
“Yup.” She waited for the usual explosion she got when she revealed her secret life as a (gasp!) nerd. Most of the guys she dated either laughed their asses off at her, thus ending any chance they had of getting into her boy shorts, or simply stopped calling. What self-respecting man wanted to date a tattooed geek? If anything were capable of scaring Julian off, this would be it.
“That is so fucking hot.” His gaze had turned reverent, those brown eyes sparkling with laughter.
Apparently one freaky Bear did. Cyn’s jaw dropped. “I’m sorry. What did you just say?”
He grinned at her and pulled to the curb before turning in his seat to face her. “What online game do you play?”
She blinked. He couldn’t be serious. Could he? “Which one do you think?”
“I’d say DDO, but I’m betting it’s World of Warcraft. Eve Online would be too boring for you. Not enough action.”
She nodded before she could stop herself. “Wait. You play?”
“Yup.”
“You.”
“Yes.” He was looking confused.
Good, because so was she. “Mr. Shits-in-the-Woods.”
“Hey! I only do that when I’m fuzzy. And I have high speed Internet in my cave, thank you very much. Why, recently, I installed a dorm fridge right next to my sleeping furs.” He crossed his arms and glared at her.
“Fine. Yes, WoW, and I play a paladin.”
He blinked, then grinned. “I play a warlock.”
“Pfft. Of course. It all makes sense now. You’re a spell-caster.” Cyn sneered at him good-naturedly.