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“Oh, I’m fucking furious.”

“Good.”

Her eyes narrow, but there’s no real warning in them anymore.

I lean closer until my mouth is almost on hers.

“Means you care, Mama.”

“Ay, cállate.”

The words barely leave her lips before she grabs my shirt and yanks me down and kisses me hard.

No hesitation or warning. Just heat and anger and everything she’s been trying to hold back crashing into me at once.

I catch her around the waist and pull her tight against me, kissing her back just as hard.

She bites my lip, and I groan into her mouth, her grip tightening.

Fuck.

She kisses like she’s still punishing me. Like every second she spent scared at that barrier has turned into this.

Her hands shove beneath my shirt, nails dragging over my stomach, and whatever control I had starts slipping fast.

I walk her backward until she hits the side of her car.

She doesn’t even break the kiss.

My hand slides over her hip and pulls her closer. The second she feels how hard I am, her breath catches, but instead of backing off, she rolls her hips into me.

Every thought in my head disappears.

“Mama.”

“Cállate.”

She drags me back to her mouth.

I grip the backs of her thighs and lift her as she wraps her legs around my waist instantly, like her body decided before her pride could fucking stop it.

I pin her against the car and kiss down her jaw, then her throat, feeling her pulse race under my mouth.

Her head tips back just as my name leaves her lips, low and breathless.

It nearly finishes me.

I lift my head and look at her.

Her lips are swollen and her hair is a tangled mess. The anger is still there, but now it’s buried under want.

“So you still want me to lose?” I ask.

Her eyes flash.

Then she pulls me closer with her legs.

“Shut up and take me inside.”