Page 132 of Too Close To Home

Jake knew how to do that.

This, apparently, he wanted to take his time with.

He found the first button on Harrison’s shirt and worked it open. Then the next. Slowly. Not because his fingers were fumbling or because he didn’t know what came after. Christ, he knew exactly what came after. He could already imagine Harrison without the shirt, without the trousers, without any of that careful, polished armour between Jake’s hands and his skin. But for once, getting a man naked wasn’t the only thing Jake was thinking about.

He wanted to feel Harrison getting there.

Wanted every little reaction along the way.

And he kept kissing him as he worked the buttons open. His mouth. His jaw. The roughness of stubble beneath Jake’s lips as he moved lower, finding the warm line of his throat.

Harrison tipped his head back, pulse hammering hard beneath Jake’s mouth, quick and uneven, and Jake pressed his lips onto it, feeling every frantic beat.

“Fuck…” Harrison breathed out and raked his fingers through Jake’s hair to keep his mouth pressed to his throat.

Fuck, Jake liked that.

Liked hearing that immaculate fucking control coming apart beneath his mouth. And suddenly taking his time didn’t feel like restraint at all.

It felt like getting exactly what he wanted.

Then Jake felt the unmistakable pressure between them.

Hard.

A grin tugged at Jake’s mouth as he pressed another kiss beneath his ear. “You’re very hard, Detective.”

Harrison shivered.

Jake liked that far too fucking much.

“Can’t be thinking straight like this.” He moved closer until there was nothing left between them, letting Harrison feel that he wasn’t exactly doing much better. “Could fix that for you.”

Harrison’s breath caught, and Jake took that for what it sounded like. Want. So he slid his hand down between them and cupped Harrison through his trousers.

Christ.

Rock fucking hard.

So was Jake, to be fair, but there was something about feeling Harrison like that, as if almost ready to explode, that sent a rush of heat straight through him. All that control. The immaculate suit. The measured voice. And underneath it, Harrison was this fucking turned on.

Jake stroked his thumb slowly over him.

Harrison sucked in a breath.

His body reacted beneath Jake’s palm, and Jake felt another kick of want low in his stomach. He wanted to know more. What Harrison liked. What made him lose that careful control. What sounds he made when Jake got it right.

So he did it again.

Then Harrison’s hand snapped around his wrist. “Wait.”

Jake looked up. “You alright?”

Harrison didn’t answer.

The colour had drained from his face. His eyes were shut, breathing suddenly too quick and too shallow. Nothing like the ragged breaths Jake had been coaxing out of him seconds earlier.

This wasn’t pleasure.