"You," he says, each word deliberate, "are going to be the end of me."
I can't even form a proper response, which is honestly humiliating. Because for once,…Elaine whitmore is speechless.
And Zane?
He looks like he's still debating whether to kiss me again…..Or lock me in this office permanently.
The tension between us is still razor-sharp and heevy. My lips are still tingling from that kiss, my breathing uneven, my thoughts completely scrambled. Zane steps back just enough to actually look at me.
His hands remain firm on me, his chest rising and falling like he's still trying to regain control of himself.
And when he speaks…His voice is rough enough to send heat spiraling straight through me.
"Come on."
I blink up at him, still slightly dazed.
"We're going home."
There's no room for argument in his tone, not that I'm exactly in a hurry to argue not when my entire body still feels like it's humming from the way he just kissed me.
