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The heat of it draws a moan from both of us. I angle deeper, tongue sliding wet and demanding, nipping at his lower lip until he arches up beneath me.

“You wanted to touch me?” I ask against the shell of his ear. “Then touch me, Levi.”

His hands flex against my sides, uncertain for a second. “Where can I?”

“Everywhere.” I catch one of his wrists and drag his open palm up my ribs, over my stomach, until his fingers splay across my chest. “Keep your hands on me. Don’t take them off.”

He obeys. Both hands roam freely now, rough palms sliding up my back, nails scraping lightly as he maps my spine and grips my shoulders, pulling me down until our hips grind together through the layers of denim.

I press open-mouthed kisses along the sharp hinge of his jaw, feeling the evening rasp of his skin.

“They shaved your beard before I could touch it,” I murmur. “I watched it grow for days, waiting for the chance to see how it felt against mine. And then they took it from me.”

“I can grow it back,” he says quickly.

I draw back just enough to look down at him. “You would do that for me?”

“Anything, Dante,” he says. “Just tell me and it’s yours.”

I trail lower to the strong column of his throat, sucking lightly where his pulse hammers wild and fast. He chokes out a sound before swallowing it back.

The dip of his collarbones gets the same treatment—slow licks, gentle bites against heated skin, my hands bracketing his ribs to feel every tremor. On the flat of his chest, I linger, pressing open kisses right over his thundering heart while muscles twitch under my mouth. I move down along each firm ridge of his ribs, down to his stomach, tasting the clean salt of his skin mixed with the faint trace of bar smoke.

The dark line of hair below his navel brushes against my cheek like an arrow pointing down.

My cock is so fucking hard now it aches, straining against my pants, but I ignore it. I want him more. I stop just above his waistband, press one last kiss there, and drag my mouth back up his torso.

“This is why I stayed away from you,” I say, lifting my head to meet his eyes. His pupils are blown wide, his lips swollen and shining. “I knew what you would do to me.”

I close my mouth over his left nipple and suck hard, teeth grazing sharp enough that his body jerks under me. He arches, letting out a fractured curse, but I switch sides, flicking my tongue over the right peak before taking it between my teeth.

“Sensitive here?” I murmur, biting down just enough to make him gasp. “Every time I do this, you make that noise.”

He moans louder this time, thighs spreading wider to pull me in. His hands slide down to my ass, tugging me tighter while I alternate between deep pulls and sharp little nips at his chest.

“Tell me what you want,” I say, sliding my free hand down to cup him firmly through his jeans. He’s rock-hard, and the second I squeeze, he bucks up into my palm. “Those sounds you’re making for me. Tell me how it feels.”

Levi’s answer is more moan than words. “Don’t stop.”

I give him exactly what he’s begging for—teeth and tongue on his chest, steady pressure through his jeans, every desperate sound feeding the fire under my skin.

Then I force myself to pause. It takes everything I’ve got. Mouth wet, pulse hammering in my ears, I push up onto my elbows. Levi’s chest is rising and falling fast, flushed and marked. He blinks up at me, dazed.

“We need to stop a sec. Before this goes any further. Have you been tested lately?”

He stares for a second like he doesn’t understand, then a short, breathless laugh escapes him. “Yeah. They test me all the time for everything. Big life insurance policy on me. They don’t fuck around.” He reaches for the floor where his jeans pocket is half-hanging off the bed, digs out his phone, and pulls up his portal. He turns the screen toward me—recent results, negative across the board. “Is this what you need?”

I glance at the screen, relief flooding through me. “Let me show you mine.”

Levi grabs my arm before I can reach for my phone. “No need. I trust you, Dante. You wouldn’t screw around with that.”

“Then help me get your damn jeans and boots off.”

He doesn’t hesitate, hands going straight to his belt while I sit up to give him room. The buckle clinks open, leather ripping free, zipper rasping sharp in the quiet room.

Shifting back between his spread thighs, I grab one boot heel, tugging until the heavy leather slides free, then the other. Socks follow in two impatient pulls. Levi lifts his hips to shove his jeans down, and I drag them the rest of the way off, tossing them aside.

He’s left in dark boxers, the thick line of his cock clearly outlined against the fabric, a patch of moisture already at the front. My mouth goes dry.