It was light at first, softer and a bit sloppy. But she got the hang of it.
Tongue dangling, lips brushing against his, an exploration that became something more, a desperate dance Camila hadn't known she craved.
She moaned into the kiss, her hands still clamped around the glass pressed against his chest. Those seemed to be a cue for Antonio to take things further.
He broke away, yanked the glass from her hand, and set it down on the table with a dull thud, not bothering to care if it spilled.
And before Camila could fully process the hungry glint in his eyes, he slammed his lips on hers. His body moved, pressing her back against the cold counter with a force that stole her breath.
Camila gasped, her hands finding his neck as she fisted his hair.
The kiss deepened, becoming more fran
