“An AI twin?” She stumbles back, almost losing her footing, but I grip her hips, steadying her.
Of course, I know this. I’ve got the gray-eyed Spades champ with the magic fingers cheat sheet, as Vincent put it. But I love hearing the words from her beautiful mouth as she tells me that she wants me.
“Ugh.This is so embarrassing, but…I sort of told my dating concierge that I wanted a man who was tall and athletic, with deep brown skin, and that gray eyes wouldn’t hurt, and, well—”
“So, you described me?”
A blush spreads on Ebony’s cheeks. She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.
“Ebony Grace King Livingston, I see the way you look at me.” I smile, unable to take my eyes off her. “Have you been fantasizing about me?”
Then, suddenly, her bright hazel eyes focus on mine, her lips twitching guiltily before she deflates into me, and I’m only human.
I don’t have the resolve to resist.
Not now. Not when she’s put in an exact order for me with her dating concierge. Not when I can still feel her lips on mine from the last time we kissed.
I catch her mouth with mine, dragging my tongue over her lower lip then softly biting the fullness. “When did you start thinking about me? Since the kiss?”
Ebony’s breathless as she admits, “I haven’t been sleeping well…”
“And why not?” I ask. Her soft moan drives me crazy. “Why haven’t you been sleeping well?”
“Because thinking about you is keeping me awake.”
Jesus.
My heart stutters in my chest as I study her expression, looking for the lie. But it isn’t there. There’s nothing I love more than knowing she’s been in bed and turned on with me on her mind.
It drives me crazy.
“Tell me you want me. I need to know I’m who you want, Ebony.” I kiss her slow, gentle, savoring the sweet remnants of coffee on her tongue. “Or tell me to stop, and I’ll forget this happened. I’ll come to work every day and be the professional. Nothing has to change.”
Tell me I’m who you want.
“What if I don’t know? We’re both dating, figuring out what we want.”
I lift a hand to her cheek, grazing the delicate skin with my fingertips as I correct her, “You’refiguring out what you want. I’ve always known since you showed up in the library with your history book.”
She kisses me.
A full-body, hands-on-my-face, whimpering kiss, like she’s done enough sampling and needs more.
“Can we just, like”—she peppers more kisses, licking and tasting, her heart drumming against my chest—“enjoy each other for now? It’s sort of hard to think straight with your lips…and you just smell so good.”
I laugh into the kiss then pull back slightly, nudging her chin higher to look her in the eye. “So, in other words, just shut up and kiss you, then?” I chuckle, squeezing her waist.
“Mm-hmm,” she moans, ghosting her lips along the column of my neck. Her warm breaths are like feathers, ever so lightly stirring me from the inside out as she guides my hands to her ass, granting me permission, possession. “I just need to feel your hands on me.”
Every muscle in my body hardens.
But then Ebony presses her pelvis into my aching hard-on. Arousal courses through me, and I lose the battle. I have no choice but to oblige, tugging her into my lap, her dress hem gliding up her smooth thighs until she’s straddling me with only the delicate fabric of her panties as a barrier.
My dick is painfully hard.
And as her mouth travels back to my lips, I tug her closer, loving her gasp as she no doubt feels what she’s doing to me. My body moves in muscle memory. My hips pulse, and I’m grinding in a heady fog of euphoric lust. Our mouths tangle in soft moans and hungry whimpers, and I’m barely resisting the urge to remove every last barrier between us and bury myself deep inside her until the truth unravels on her parted lips.
Or until someone clears their throat behind us.
