Harper searched his face. “Just making sure. Because the first time we met and your hands were all banged up, you said it was because you found out he was with someone else.” A surprisingly tender smile rested on Harper’s lips. “I’m nobody’s boyfriend, but I sure as hell don’t want to be a stand-in for who you really want to be with.”
Irritated, Colson attempted to explain. “You’re not a stand-in for anything or anyone. Yeah, I was upset. Wouldn’t you be if someone you loved and thought loved you, up and left one day? And then a few months later, he’s happier than he’s ever been.” Colson’s lips thinned. “His words, not mine. I wouldn’t write something so cheesy. And you don’t have to convince me. I know you’re not boyfriend material.”
Harper’s eyes glittered. “And you came to this conclusion how?” He took a step forward. “Because we were talking about your ex and I said I had no exes?” A predatory smirk tipped his lips up. “Or was it because of what happened last time?”
Colson glared. “You kissed me first. And also, it takes two sets of lips to tango.”
“I’m not into dancing,” Harper murmured, his arms encircling Colson’s waist.
Like the first time Harper had touched him, Colson lost sense of everything else except the point of contact where Harper’s skin touched his. Their mouths were a mere inch apart, yet it was already enough to trip his heart into overdrive, and his breath stuttered.
“What are you into?” Colson asked, taking Harper’s full lower lip between his teeth and tugging.
Harper covered his mouth, and Colson slid his arms around Harper’s neck, anchoring him in place, while he pushed his tongue between Harper’s lips. Harper pressed him against the island, hands kneading his ass.
Colson released him for a moment, his fingers pulling at the waistband of Harper’s track pants, tugging the clothes past his hips. His cock hit Colson’s belly, and he grasped it.
“I’d like to be in your mouth. That’s what.” Harper nipped his lobe, then stuck his tongue inside the shell of his ear, and Colson lit up.
“I think that could be arranged.” He sank to his knees and licked the glistening crown of Harper’s dick. It was exactly as he’d imagined—its solid heft, the sweetness of the precome trickling from the slit, and the incredible heat rising from Harper’s skin, twisting his mind so nothing existed but the sheer hungry need to take him in his mouth.
“Oh, yeah.” Harper threw his head back and hissed. Colson gazed up at him, lost in the sight of Harper unraveling. Openmouthed and panting, his chest heaving as if he’d run a mile. Colson liked seeing the normally sardonic and put-together detective lose control.
He swirled his tongue while sucking and added his hand to the action. Soon Harper was clutching Colson’s hair, thrusting his hips, and Colson, who loved sucking cock, took it all.
“Mmm,” he hummed, tickling the slit and cupping Harper’s balls. They were tight, and Colson knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d be tasting Harper Rose’s come in his mouth. “So good. Sweet.” Again, he sucked deep while slipping a finger into the cleft of Harper’s ass, and that was enough.
“Oh fuck, Jesus.” Harper gasped and came, shooting hot and heavy down Colson’s throat. He sagged onto the barstool, and Colson licked him clean. Hazy-eyed and smiling, Harper pulled him up, then teased his long fingers against the bulge of Colson’s thin shorts. “Time for me to make you feel good.”
Harper reached inside, and his large, warm hand gripped Colson tight. Colson wriggled the shorts and briefs down, eyes riveted on his dick sliding in and out of Harper’s fist.
“Come here.” Harper leaned forward, crushing their lips together. He moaned into Harper’s mouth, and Harper sucked his tongue while jerking his dick harder…faster. Harper bit at his lips, one hand working Colson’s throbbing dick while the other teased at his hole. A desperate, hungry need shot through him. Like an animal in heat, he was ready to roll over and take Harper’s dick right there in his kitchen.
“God, oh God.” His hips bucked, and stars burst behind his eyes. He came, and Harper held his gaze while he licked his fingers.
Harper patted Colson’s softened dick, giving it a final stroke before tucking him into his briefs and shorts. He put an arm around Colson, who rested in his arms.
“I have a confession to make.” Harper nuzzled his hair.
Basking in the afterglow, Colson rubbed his eyes, his immediate reaction one of suspicion. “What is it?” He tried to shift away from Harper, but to his annoyance, Harper held him firm.
Harper’s lips touched his ear. “I don’t really like sushi.”
Awhooshof relief left him, and he laughed. “You could’ve said something.”
“I didn’t care. I’d eaten dinner earlier. I came to give you the picture.”
“And?” Colson prodded.
Harper’s grin turned wolfish. “And this was something I hoped for but wasn’t going to push. Especially after what happened the other night.”
Colson winced. It was the elephant in the room and needed to be dealt with. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
“I think you did.”
Damn. From the little he knew of Harper Rose, the man wasn’t a bullshitter and liked to cut to the chase. He eased out of Harper’s arms. “Okay. I meant it, but it came out the wrong way.”
Harper sat on a barstool. “How about you explain it to me? The right way this time.”
