Her smile was so sad that it told him his chances were not all that hot, but come on. Contact between the two species was obviously not on their hit list or the term blood bank would have totally different connotations.
But at least she had his info.
“What do you think will happen?” she asked, nodding down at her legs.
His eyes followed her lead. “I don’t know. The rules are obviously different with you . . . so anything is possible.”
“Look at me,” she said. “Please.”
He cracked a smile. “Never thought I’d say this . . . but I don’t want to.” He braced himself, but couldn’t make the shift up to her face quite yet. “Just promise me something.”
“What may I grant you?”
“Call me if you can.”
“I shall.”
She didn’t mean it, however. He wasn’t sure how he knew that, but he was damn certain. Why she was keeping the card, though? Not a clue.
He glanced at the door and thought of Jane. Shit, he should apologize in person for being a little bitch about all this. “Before you do it, I need to go—”
“I wish I could leave something of myself behind. With you.”
Manny snapped back around and locked his eyes on her. “Anything. I want anything you can give me.”
The words were a dark growl, and he was very aware that he was talking sexually—and how much of a pig did that make him?
“Except anything tangible . . .” She shook her head. “It would be of harm to you.”
He stared at her strong, beautiful face . . . and lingered on her lips. “I have an idea.”
“Whatever would you like?” The innocence in her stare gave him pause. And lit up his libido like a bonfire.
Not like it needed the help.
“How old are you?” he asked abruptly. He might be a letch, but he didn’t do underage anything. She was sure as hell built like an adult, but who knew what their maturity rate was—
“I am three hundred and five years of age.”
Blink. Blink. Annnnnnd one more for good measure. Sure as shit that had to be of age, he thought. “So you’re marriageable?”
“I am. I am not with a male, however.”
So there was a God. “I know what I want, then.” Her. Naked. All over
him. But he’d settle for a hell of a lot less.
“What?”
“A kiss.” He held up his hands. “Doesn’t have to be all hot and heavy. Just . . . a kiss.”
When she didn’t reply, he wanted to kick his own ass. And thought seriously of turning himself in to that brother of hers for the beating he deserved.
“Show me how?” she whispered.
“Does your kind not . . . kiss?” God only knew what they did. But if any parts of the legend held true, sex was in the repertoire big-time.
“They do. I just never have before—Are you ill?” She reached out with her hand. “Healer?”