Danny's POV
The air in the office was thick enough to taste, a heavy, suffocating mix of the formaldehyde from the hall and the sharp, masculine scent of the man currently trying to tear my soul out through my mouth.
The kiss was a war. A desperate, bruising clash of teeth and tongue that made my head spin. For a split second, I felt the shift. I felt the moment Chadwick’s sanity snapped back into place.
He tried to pull away. I could feel the muscles in his arms tensing to push me off, his breath hitching against my lips as he tried to put distance between us.
I didn't let him.
I reached up, my fingers hooking deep into the expensive fabric of his collar, and I yanked him back. I didn't care if I ripped the shirt. I didn't care if I was being too much. I leaned in, dragging him i
