The hug dissolved slowly, but Miguel didn't completely let go of me. His fingers were still pressed against my back, as if he feared I would disappear if he moved too far away. When our eyes met, that same warmth I had been avoiding for weeks returned to burn in my throat.
"Are you going to kiss me?" the question came out low, almost a challenge.
He didn't hesitate.
"Yes."
And then, his lips found mine. The first touch was soft, almost hesitant, as if he still doubted he had permission to be there. But when I responded to the kiss, pulling him closer by the sides of his shirt, something broke inside him.
Miguel groaned against my mouth, his hands sliding down my back with an urgency that made me tremble. They were large, warm, heavy — and when one of them squeezed my ass through the t
