Book 3: One Step at a Time

Anacá's POV

My heart pounded in its cage when his tongue plunged into my mouth. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me closer. His fingers tangled in my damp hair as he devoured me. His lips were warm, and I slowly responded to his kiss. He groaned with pleasure when my fingers caressed his sculpted chest. Each brush of his lips melted my inhibitions, and I was left boneless and needy.

The kiss turned wild, passionate, and hungrier than ever before. Moisture pooled between my legs, but it felt like a flash of fire. Where did so much heat come from? I had no idea how my paralyzed limbs could feel a thing. Yet they trembled with need at a simple kiss.

“Fu*k,” he muttered into my mouth in frustration. He moved his lips to my cheek and closed his eyes, still breathing hard.

I could feel him restraining himself, and it made me feel guilty. “I’m sorry, Eros.”

He opened his eyes and looked at me. “You have nothing to feel sorry about, baby.