Page 91 of Ezra
“Has he become acclimated to his new surroundings?”
“Oh yes, he’s like a cat. Naps all the time, goes exploring, climbs everywhere. He’s probably waiting for me to get home. Always the first to greet me. I find myself missing him when I’m not home.”
“I’m sure he misses you too.”
Katrina takes my hand, weaving our fingers together, and rests it upon her knee. My gratification drive could almost purr. And when we arrive at her apartment complex, I walk around the car and open the door for her.
“So what’s it going to take for the big, grumpy, serious robot to admit he has feelings?”
“Does not compute,” I answer. “I feel nothing but satisfaction when justice is served.”
“Okay, calm down, Batman.” She giggles.
I toss her a smile. “I like Batman. Interesting character.”
“Don’t get any ideas.”
I escort her up to her floor. When we step out of the elevator, she pulls me down the corridor until I’m jogging to keep up with her. My circuits flutter and whir in my body, biocomponentsstreaming through my artificial veins, battery temperature ticking up enough to begin my cooling systems anew.
How this woman affects me.
She spins around as we slow in front of her front door and presses into me. Her eyes meet mine. “Is this where you kiss me good night, Detective?”
My processors spin, and my gratification drive, awake and working overtime in her presence, all but leaps inside me. I’ve never had such an ardent response from my programming. Kat has my entire circuitry composing symphonies beneath my skin, thrilling at her closeness, her scent, and the way she looks at me.
I wrap my arms around her and pull her even closer. I can’t think of a reply, except to give her what she wants.
What I want.
I lean down, and she meets me halfway. Our mouths collide. What starts off slow and deep with an underlying smolder turns into hunger. The kiss breaks, and she gazes at me with half-lidded eyes, allowing me to steady her.
“Ezra,” she whispers, her nose lightly brushing against mine. “You kiss like...”
“Like what?”
Her hands rest on my nape. “The way I always hoped I’d be kissed.”
With fervor and need, my mouth crashes against hers a second time, and I meet her abandon with that of my own, turning her toward the door and slowly pinning her against it. Her fingers are spun in my hair. My hands slip from her waist to the small of her back, then cup her rear. Her gasp of delight is muffled against my lips.
A surge pulses through me. When she presses her hips against mine, my cock twitches in my jeans, moments from initializing. Her dusty pink lipstick tastes like vanilla, her tongue piña coladas.
“Stay with me tonight,” she whispers. “Please.”
That was always the plan. She scans her hand on the security pad, which glows blue as it unlocks. The door opens with a soft, “Welcome, Katrina,” playing from a speaker over the front door. I guide her inside and step out of my shoes as she takes off her boots.
I’ve been primed and coded to read human emotion and behavior better than any android edition out there, and Katrina is all heat. She bites her lip and flashes a coy smile, backing away playfully toward the open living room as I calmly advance upon her.
Kat
When Ezra walks toward me, my knees threaten to buckle right there and then.
Everything about him exudes pure sex appeal as he walks toward me, closing the distance between us. So confident, at ease, like he owns this apartment and everything in it, me included. At this moment I want it to be true.
Butterflies somersault in my stomach. The heat that erupted in my core has already pooled between my legs. I want this. I want him. His stark white eyes slowly rake over me, and I know he wants me too.
Fuck. Why did I wear jeans? I should’ve worn a skirt.
“Why don’t you get comfortable on the couch, and I’ll go change?” I offer. I do have a cute little lingerie number I could put on, an impulse buy for when I wanted to feel sexy. My mind is running wild with all the possibilities.
