Andrew Parish has waited four years to tell Dr. Levi McCrea how he feels about him. Four years of sparring in his classroom. Four years of challenging the brilliant older man. Now, on the eve of graduating from UC Berkeley, he can’t wait any longer.<br><br>When his most provocative student shows up on his doorstep, Levi isn’t sure what to think, especially when Andrew asks him out on a date. The fact that Levi doesn’t go out with students, however, doesn’t dissuade Andrew. He simply vows to come back the next day after he has his diploma in hand.<br><br>After all, Andrew has waited four long years. One more day won’t matter ...

Commencement

A thin sheen of sweat covered his upper lip by the time Levi was fully sheathed. Everything in him burned, from his ass to his heart to his head. He wanted to move, or curl into Levi’s chest, or do anything but simply rest there, but Levi refused him the freedom. He maintained his hold while his other arm wrapped around Andrew’s back.


“I think it gets better every time we’re together,” Andrew panted. He dropped open-mouthed kisses along Levi’s neck, savoring the salty skin. “You’re going to kill me before I’m twenty-three. I know it.”


“I hope not. I’ll miss you too much.” He braced his heels against the bed and rotated his hips, grinding into Andrew’s body without pulling out. “But it’s a hell of a way to go.”


Andrew moaned in agreement. Every thud of his heart echoed from Levi’s. Did Levi feel it? He didn’t know how he couldn’t. Maybe he heard it instead. After all, the roar of desire, caged within his rushing blood, deafened Andrew.


Chapter 22