Denver.
My hands slid to her waist, gripping her like she was the only thing keeping me grounded—like if I let go, I’d fall right through the floor.
And I wanted nothing more than to push her back against the desk, hike that damn dress up, and lose myself in her. Right there. Right then. Where no one else could touch her. Where she was mine.
But I couldn’t.
But I could feel it—how close I was to losing control. How fast this was spiraling.
So I pulled back, jaw clenched, heart racing like a bullet.
Because if I kept going, I wasn’t just going to kiss her. I was going to ruin her.
Right here on my damn desk.
“Zee…” I breathed, her name caught in the back of my throat like a curse I couldn’t stop saying. “We shouldn’t.”
She didn’t pull back.
“Why?” she asked, her lips still brushin
