But somewhere along the way, it shifted into more than that.

She chews on her bottom lip. “Yes and no.”

Not the response I was searching for.

My voice turns weak yet rugged simultaneously. “That’s not a clear answer.”

Before I make any move, we need to be on the same page. I need to know where her head is. Maybe she’s looking for casual. I’m unsure if that’d be a relief or torment for me. If she says she’s joking, it would kill the thoughts in my head about her that shouldn’t be taking residence.

“I mean …” She hums softly, as if searching for the appropriate words. “Yes, I joke about it—have since day one at Twisted Fox. In the beginning, it was innocent flirting, but the more time we spend together, the harder my heart races, and the more I like you, Lincoln.” She sighs, averting her gaze to the other side of the room and away from me. “Like really, really like you.”

Tension and lust carry through the air.

Heat spreads through my chest. I look at the ground before letting my gaze return to her face.

To the flushed face that’s done nothing but consume my mind.

“Tell me you feel it too, Linc,” she whispers.

My head spins. “I do.”

“Then do something about it.”

She stands, as if in mutual understanding that this is happening. I catch her chin between my thumb and forefinger, caressing it as our gazes meet. Hers eager. Mine gentle.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” I say.

She squeezes her eyes shut. “Me too.”

That’s when I claim her lips.

My claim is demanding and impulsive—a drink we’ve slowly sipped that we’re ready to fully consume. Her tongue darts into my mouth, colliding with mine, and we devour each other. Our lips meshed as one.

I’m catching up on breaths as she breaks away. “My bedroom. Right now.”

Yeah, I have no argument against that.

Interlacing our hands, she leads me down the short hallway, through a doorway, and flicks on the light. Before I’m given the chance to look around, her lips are back on mine.

While keeping our connection, I guide her to the bed before slowly pulling away, already missing the feel of her lips on mine. “I want to see you. All of you.”

I retreat a step as she stands before me, intense emotion filling my lungs, and she slips me a sinful smirk before gesturing to her outfit.

“Unzip me.”

That’s when I realize we’re still in our costumes. I was so consumed by her that I forgot I was trying to seduce a woman while wearing a damn Robin outfit.

Yeah, this shit definitely needs to come off before it becomes a mood killer.