Waking Up to You Overexposed - By Leslie Kelly Page 0,52

out with his teeth and his tongue.

Before the night was over, he might end up liking gummy candy after all.

With that thought in mind, he was smiling as he walked back toward the front of the house. Candace was standing at the bottom of the stairs, her back to him, looking up. She’d changed her clothes and had slipped into something a little more comfortable. Not a sexy nightie, unfortunately, just a loose-fitting pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. He couldn’t stop a tiny stab of disappointment that she wasn’t wearing leather and screw-me heels, but figured it was chilly out and she’d have more to strip off in front of him when they got to his bedroom.

“I can’t wait to get these off you,” he murmured, coming up behind her and sliding an arm around her waist.

She gasped, obviously startled. Oliver held her tighter, spreading his hand across her belly, pulling her hard against him so her curvy butt pressed against his rapidly hardening cock, and bent to nibble on her neck. “You make me crazy, Candace. All day long, I think about nothing but getting you naked and wet.”

Rather than lifting her arm over her shoulder and encircling his neck, or tilting her head to give him more access, she cleared her throat and slowly turned around to face him. His hands dropped lower, cupping her backside, and he looked down at her.

Then he blinked, wondering what was wrong. Something was...off. She wore a look of amused speculation that he couldn’t remember ever seeing before and her lips were curled up in a tiny, jaded smile that was half sneer. Candace’s grin was usually far more sexy—or, occasionally, sweet. Never jaded. Not Candace.

Tilting his head in confusion, he stared at her, slowly drawing in a breath. Because the truth finally landed in his befuddled brain.

“Son of a bitch,” he whispered. “You’re not Candace.”

10

WHEN SHE HEARD Oliver speak, Candace thought for a moment he’d called out to her from downstairs. She strode to the top of the staircase and glanced down, expecting to find him looking up at her.

Instead, she saw the man she was falling for, with his hands on her sister’s ass.

“Whoa!” she called, charging down the stairs, taking them a couple at a time as she descended.

Oliver, his mouth agape, stared at her, then at Madison, then back at her. He dropped his hands and took a quick step back, almost tripping over his own feet.

“Twins? You’re twins?”

Realizing what had happened—that her lover had mistaken her sister for her and obviously copped a feel—Candace felt her flash of jealousy disappear. She bit down on her lips to prevent a giggle, knowing Oliver was incredibly embarrassed.

Madison stuck her hand out, as if he hadn’t just been gripping her butt, which had always been just a wee bit curvier than Candace’s. “I’m Madison Reid. It’s nice to meet you. You’re Oliver, I presume?”

He didn’t take her hand, continuing to stare back and forth between them, as most people did when they first realized they were seeing double.

Finally shaking off her shocked amusement, Candace threw her arms around her twin’s shoulders. “What are you doing here? I didn’t expect you until at least tomorrow.”

“I caught an earlier flight.”

Madison squeezed her tight, and they held each other for a long minute. Neither seemed willing to let go first.

Ever since Candace had moved out to L.A. to try to break into movie costuming, missing Madison had been the hardest thing to deal with. Oh, of course she missed her parents and her friends, but she and her twin had a special bond. The only person who’d ever come close to coming between them was Tommy, and that was only until Madison had clued in to the fact that he was gay and wasn’t someone they ever had to compete over.

Before the move, they hadn’t ever been apart for longer than a few weeks, since they’d both gone to colleges in Central Florida and shared an apartment throughout. Mad had been Candace’s best friend since the day they were born, and until this moment, when tears started pouring out of her eyes, she honestly hadn’t realized how long they’d been apart. It had been months since she’d flown to New York to help Mad move into her new place after she’d landed her first big-city reporting job.

“I’ve missed you so much,” her sister whispered.

“Right back at you.”

She heard sniffling—not her own—and realized she wasn’t the only one who’d turned on the waterworks.