I had barely stepped inside when María José reached for me again and I didn't stop her.
I let her guide me to the couch, where she sat with her knees tucked under her and pulled me close. Her sleeve slipped down more, and my fingers twitched with the urge to fix it. To tug it back up. To tug it all the way off.
Hugo growled low in my head. "Mate."
Yeah. I knew.
But not tonight. Not like this.
It was crazy how I wanted to retain control but kept on with that one thing that was driving me toward the edge of insanity.
The type of insanity triggered by the beautiful body of the most beautiful woman in the world.
It was all instinct—urgent and desperate like we hadn't seen each other in years. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. My lips met hers with a fire I didn't know I had been holding back. It was the kind of kiss that made everything else fall away, like we were the only two people in the world.
