Ana's POV
I didn't tell him to stop.
I closed the last gap myself.
The kiss started slowly, both of us testing the edge of a thing we had circled for weeks. Then it wasn't slow at all.
His hand fisted in my hair and mine found the front of his shirt, and weeks of holding back broke loose all at once, and I kissed him like a woman who had been starving and only just remembered what food was.
He stood and pulled me up with him, never letting go of my mouth. He dropped cash on the table without counting it. Then his hands were on me again and we were moving, out the door, into the dark, into a car, and I couldn't have told you a single thing about the drive.
There was only his mouth and his hands and the heat of him against me, and the small broken sounds I made that I didn't recogni
