Chapter 43

As Ryan gasps for breath, Dante strokes his boyfriend’s arms, long, slow motions that relax the tense body beneath him. When he reaches Ryan’s hands, he takes them in his and stretches his arms over his head, laying down above him on the bed. Eye to eye, he grins at Ryan and then kisses him between his eyebrows. “I stopped,” he whispers.

“I didn’t mean—” Ryan starts, and then Dante’s mouth covers his upper lip, kissing the faint peach fuzz that struggles to grow there. “Dante,” he sighs, giving into the kiss. When Dante pulls back slightly, Ryan leans up after him, hungry for more. “Don’t stop.”

With a laugh, Dante reminds him, “You just said—”