Page 130 of The Fire Line

Harris added lube and eased in a second finger.

Jay tensed around him. Harris slowed automatically.

“Don’t stop.” Jay pushed carefully against his hand. “Keep going.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

Harris worked both fingers deeper, giving him time to adjust despite the impatience in his voice.

The sight of it nearly undid him.

Jay flushed and breathing hard beneath him, one leg still raised against Harris’s side, his body open around Harris’s hand. Harris could feel every change as Jay relaxed enough to take more.

His own breathing had gone rough without him noticing.

Jay’s thigh tightened against his side. His breath broke when Harris found a different angle.

“Harris.”

The way Jay said his name carried enough information.

Harris curled his fingers again.

Jay’s hand closed hard around his shoulder. “Right there.”

Satisfaction hit Harris so hard it was almost indistinguishable from arousal.

He had found the answer.

He repeated the movement, learning what made Jay’s body press toward his hand instead of away.

“Jesus.” Jay opened his eyes. “You learn annoyingly fast.”

Harris curled his fingers again. Jay swore and pulled him down for another kiss.

For a while, Harris forgot there was supposed to be a next step. He could have just stayed exactly there, watching Jay’s body react to him this way. Making him feel good.

His fingers inside Jay. Jay’s hips moving against his hand. Jay’s mouth hot against his. Every reaction giving Harris another thing to try, another sound he wanted to hear again.

This wasn’t clinical curiosity anymore.

It might not ever have been.

Harris wanted to know Jay this way. Wanted to find every place that made him lose that smart mouth for a few seconds. Wanted the unmistakable proof that Jay liked Harris’s hands on him.

Jay had other ideas. “Hurry up.”

“You’re bossy.”

“I want you.”

Three words stripped the humor out of the room.

Harris’s cock ached against Jay’s thigh.

Jay reached down and wrapped a hand around him, and for several seconds Harris forgot there was anything else he was supposed to be doing.