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She, too, had ordered a steak, but something much smaller, and was doing the human thing of using a knife and fork.

In the middle of his third sirloin, he shook the meat back and forth like it was a mangled corpse. Hannah let out a puff of laughter, which caught his attention.

His eyes were like two beautiful lighthouses, staring at her with the meat still hanging from his gob.

“What?” he said innocently.

Hannah continued cutting up her food slowly, then placed a bit of meat in front of her mouth. Her hair was still down and disheveled looking, her bangs hanging low in front of her eyes. She wasn’t at the height of feeling like her best self.

“Just observing,” she whispered lightly.

She pulled the meat off the fork with a quick swipe, which caused Levi to place his own meat down on the plate briefly.

After sitting up from being hunched over for the majority of the meal, he picked up a napkin and began dabbing it at the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t know how you do it,” he said.

“How I do what?”

“Look so damn sexy all the time.”

Hannah couldn’t resist giving him a deep and intense eye roll. She pursed her lips at him, looking as serious as stone.

“Are you sure you’re looking in the right direction, honey?” she asked, cutting up what remained of her steak.

Levi placed his inflated forearms on the table, then leaned forward. Their eyes met, and Hannah swore she felt her heart skip a beat.

“I’m looking right at you,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “And I have to tell you, Hannah, that this steak isn’t the only thing I’m hungry for.”

He let out a low-frequency purr that ran up from the bottom of her toes all the way through her spine. It was like a snake had slithered up her back, one coated in velvet.

“Levi,” she said, looking away. “Don’t make me blush.”

“Oh, I think I want to make you do a lot more than blush, honey.”

Levi grabbed the sides of the table and pulled it dramatically forward. It was wooden and heavy, but he managed to slide it forward, catching her off guard. He then slid his hand under the table and wrapped his fingers under her chair, yanking it forward, so it scraped across the floor.

If it hadn’t been for Lincoln and the time sensitivity of the case, Hannah would have let him take her to the woods again, hell, even the shitty steakhouse bathroom. They would surely destroy whatever wall or structure was surrounding them with the sheer strength of their fucking.

But she resisted, somehow. And it felt like having to pull out a deep splinter from her finger.

“Levi …”

She was breathless and bracing the table herself.

“I want to make those thighs blush,” he growled.

“Levi … I’m serious,” she said.

His eyes were blazing, so hot and ready for her. She had to cut it off, and quickly.

“We will have time for that later, Levi,” she said, harsher than before. “We have to get to Lincoln. You said that yourself.”

The intense look on Levi’s face melted away, and a part of Hannah was disappointed.

“You’re right,” he whispered.

He pulled his hand back from beneath the table, then rested his elbows on it. Hannah could feel the heat between her legs throbbing, and she had to resist the urge to open them again and beg for his touch.

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