She doesn’t miss a beat. “No. I wanted to call you a manwhore, but I really want your parents on my podcast, so I refrained.”
My skin breaks out in gooseflesh as my stomach swoops. What is this girl doing to me?
Damn, she’s fun.
“You don’t hold back, huh?”
“Not for a person I don’t know, don’t care to know, and who has the audacity to take shits on my theory when you have no basis for your way of thinking.”
She’s not wrong, but there is no way I am agreeing with her. “You say you don’t care to know me, but you seem pretty heated over the opinion of a hotshot you don’t care about.”
That has her eyes widening in anger. “You aren’t even on my radar.”
I grin with all teeth. “You’re on mine.”
Did I just say that? I guess so, and when her eyes narrow, I’m kicked straight in the gut with lust by the dark look in her eyes. I have never met someone as direct as her, and I’ve known her for eight minutes. It’s mind-blowing and a fucking turn-on.
“What are you doing? Why are you in here?” she demands, her eyes practically in slits as she waves her hand between us.
“I figured we can get dinner, talk this through.”
Listen, I didn’t expect to say that, but I wouldn’t have expected her to laugh. To the point she bows over, holding her gut as tears stream down her face. When she looks up at me, another round of laughter flies out of her as she waves her hands out in front of me, like I just told the funniest joke in the world. She presses her hands to her hips, blowing out a long breath before she lets out the most unladylike snort I’ve ever heard. It doesn’t even faze her; she continues to laugh. Even though she’s laughing at me, I have never seen anyone so beautiful.
Or wanted to know someone so desperately.
So, I can fuck her…right?
Right.
Rocking back on her heels, she shakes her head. “Whoa, that was funny.”
I swallow. “I’m serious.”
She snorts. “I am too.” I track her movement as she steps toward me, her citrus smell engulfing me and making me want to lean in for a taste. I bet she’s so sweet with how spicy she is. “You honestly thought I would say yes?”
“I mean, couldn’t hurt. Get to know each other, and see where it leads?”
She laughs. “No, you don’t waste your time on connection. We both know what you want, and I’m not the one. There is no way in hell I’d ever drop to my knees, open my legs, or bend over for you, hotshot.”
Each word sends an erotic image to my head.
Ambrosia on her knees with my cock in her mouth as I hold her curls in my fist.
Her smiling around my cock.
Legs wrapping around me as I devour her mouth before devouring her pussy.
Her smiling against my lips as she moans my name.
Holding her down with my palm in the middle of her back as my other hand massages one ass cheek while I pound into her sweet flesh.
Ambrosia looking over her shoulder with a grin.
It’s a lot, all at once, and I want it badly.
But I want the smiles too.
Like the one she’s flashing me right now. She pats my cheek, and I instantly grab her wrist. Her eyes flare with surprise as I hold her close to me. My gaze falls to her lips, memorizing the perfect shape of the heart her top lip makes, before I look back at her eyes, wanting to drown in the whiskey color of them. The feeling of gasping for air assaults me as I realize I don’t want to just taste her. I want to spar with her. I want her comebacks and zingers. I want to know who she is.
