He stared down at her now, his bottomless onyx eyes trailing over her face as if her features were a map to some long-sought destination. And when his gaze landed on her mouth, her lips fell open as her tongue darted out to wet them. “Señorita Luna”—her name was a growl—“I should very much like to kiss you.” Ana María took a step closer to him, daring to wrap her hands around the hem of his coat. “And I would very much like it if you did.” His mouth hitched up at the corner for a second before he mashed his lips together in a determined slash. With slow movements, he brought his hands—his
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