And then he moves.
One second I'm standing in front of him with my hand on his mask. The next, his hands are on my shoulders and my back hits the industrial HVAC unit with a metallicbangthat echoes across the rooftop.
The impact knocks the air from my lungs.
His body crowds against mine, one hand pinning my shoulder, the other braced against the metal housing beside my head.
He's breathing hard.
Every exhale is a growl, low and continuous, vibrating through his chest into mine.
His face is inches from mine. That single visible eye boring into me with terrifying feral intensity.
Holy fucking shit, he's goingferal.
That's why he's been so fucking weird lately.
My pupils blow wide.
My thighs clench.
Fuck.
"You don't get to—" His voice is shredded. Raw. "You don't get to justreachfor me like it's nothing. Like this iseasy?—"
"I never said it was easy."
"—like I'm not a fuckingbombyou're trying to defuse?—"
"You're not a bomb. You're an alpha having a panic attack. There's a difference."
His lip curls. "Don'tmanageme."
"Then stop pinning me to the HVAC unit and let me do my job."
He doesn't let go.
His hand is still on my shoulder, pressing me against the metal, his thumb digging into the muscle near my collarbone. His hips are angled toward mine, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off him. Close enough that I can feel his cock, hard and insistent against my hip through both our jeans.
He notices me notice.
His jaw clenches.
I kiss him.
I lean up and press my mouth to the exposed side of his. The left side, the good side, warm lips against cold fog-damp skin.
He goes rigid.
Stops breathing.
Then his mouth opens against mine and the growl that comes out of him vibrates through my teeth.
He kisses me back like he's drowning.
His hand leaves my shoulder and finds the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair, tilting me up to deepen the angle. His tongue sweeps against mine and I make a sound I'll deny later, my hands fisting in the front of his shirt, pulling him closer even though there's no closer to get.
His hips grind forward and his mouth drags down my jaw, my neck, teeth grazing the collar I wear to hide my scar.