She wanted Elias Garcia. She had wanted him the moment she first saw him. And maybe, just maybe, if she gave in to that hunger, that driving need that had burned in her blood since they had met, she could get on with her life. She could get him out of her system. He took a step closer to her, as if he were thinking the same thing, as if he were fighting the same thing she was feeling, too.

The attraction.

“Elias,” she whispered, her heart racing. She needed to step away from him. This was too dangerous.

“I want to kiss you, Adeline. No, scratch that. I’m going to kiss you, Adeline.”

Adeline nodded and met him halfway. She was more than willing to get swept away in this moment.

Elias’s hands were in her hair as he kissed her, passionate and intense. Just the way she wanted.

Just the way she needed.

All she wanted was the heat, the pleasure and the rush with him.

No. You can’t do this.

She pushed him away as the kiss ended. “I can’t.”

Even though she wanted to.