Pete had not just…
He couldn’t have with…a fellow officer.
No. He hadn’t. He hadn’t grabbed her except to keep her from a fall. Hadn’t brushed a finger across her brow to check for a bump where their foreheads had hit. His still throbbed, but when he rubbed at the spot, if felt more as if he was rubbing at the confusion within.
He had resisted the urge to dig his hands deep into that thick hair and bend down to see if she tasted anywhere near as good as she smelled.
He’d held her though. He could still feel her skin, the warmth separated from his palms by only a thin layer of cotton. The shape of her waist. It was easy to imagine how it would feel to be pressed against her, into her, plunging hard into pure heav—
Fellow female officer, goddamn it! He’d never crossed that line. Not onc
