Page 133 of The Fire Line

They simply no longer stood a chance against how much he wanted this.

“Harder.”

Harris checked his face.

Jay pushed back with enough force to erase the uncertainty.

Christ. He really wanted it like that.

Harris gave him what he asked for.

Jay’s answer broke into a curse.

The force traveled back through Harris’s arms and thighs. Jay was strong beneath him, meeting each movement rather than simply taking it.

Harris could use more of himself here. Not carelessly—not without listening. But without holding back merely from habit.

He bent over Jay and spread one hand broadly between his shoulder blades, guiding him down toward the mattress.

Jay went willingly, chest meeting the sheets while his hips remained raised beneath Harris.

“Like that?” Harris asked.

“Fuck. Yeah.”

Harris moved again. The changed angle pulled another ragged sound out of Jay.

He tightened one hand around Jay’s hip and repeated the movement, drawing Jay backward to meet him.

“Exactly like that.”

The instruction stripped away another layer of Harris’s caution.

He found a rhythm—deeper, firmer, enough force that the mattress shifted beneath their knees and the headboard began knocking against the wall.

Jay laughed breathlessly. “Excellent quality furniture.”

Harris drove into him again. The laugh broke apart.

Better.

Jay had no interest in the version of Harris that measured every ounce of his strength and offered only what seemed safest. He asked for more each time Harris gave it.

So Harris gave him more.

Sweat ran along his spine. His thighs began to burn. He held Jay where he wanted him, one palm heavy between his shoulders and the other locked around his hip while Jay pushed back, strong and demanding.

“Harris.”

Hearing his name in that wrecked voice nearly destroyed what remained of his concentration.

Harris leaned over him and caught his jaw, drawing him partly upright until their mouths met.

The kiss was badly angled from the start. Wet, hard, neither of them caring when their teeth struck. Jay reached behind Harris’s neck and held him close while Harris kept moving.

For one brief second, Harris caught the green-gold around Jay’s pupils before his eyes closed.

Jay moved back against him.