Stricken by the sight of what he believed to be tears glistening in Harper’s eyes, Colson covered Harper’s hand with his. “Hey. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up sad memories.”
Harper turned, showing him a face filled with so much pain, it hurt his heart. But then a hesitant smile curved his lips, and he turned his palm up to slide his fingers with Colson’s. “Maybe it’s time to create some new ones. We can start after dinner?”
His intention was to have a night of talk and discovery. There was so much more Colson wanted to learn about him, but it was impossible with Harper’s hand in his. His touch warmed every part of Colson numbed by his own loss and pain. They’d taken a first step tonight, and he wanted miles more.
“Come home with me.”
Chapter Fourteen
Days later, he couldn’t stop thinking about that night. They’d gone home after dinner and hadn’t even made it upstairs before he’d gotten Colson naked and riding his dick on the living-room couch. After, he’d sucked Colson off and spent another hour licking every patch of skin, inhaling his scent, imprinting the taste of him on his tongue to last him until the next time they met.
They’d finally made it upstairs and fallen asleep. He’d awoken with a start and gotten dressed, then stood by the bed, watching Colson sleep. For the first time, he regretted having to leave.
And so that afternoon, he’d done the unthinkable.
“Could you work late and give David dinner?”
A wide smile broke over Luis’s face. “No problem, man. It’s a beautiful night. We’ll take a little drive and come home and watch the Mets.”
He hated making Luis work overtime—he gave them so much already—but the need to see Colson was like a fever in his blood. He and Nolan had made some headway on their cases, and a fewof their perps had gotten stiff sentences, so Harper counted it as a win and wanted to celebrate.
He took a chance and picked up a bottle of wine, some sushi for Colson, and teriyaki for himself. It didn’t occur to him to text ahead of time and he cursed his stupidity when he rang the bell and no one answered.
He set the bag on the stoop and texted.
Hungry? Open the door.
Too late he remembered Colson’s warning that he didn’t pay attention to his phone while writing.
“Dumbass idea,” he grumbled and picked up the food. He could always make the excuse to Luis that they knocked off early. Halfway down the steps, the door opened.
“Harper?”
He stopped and turned around. “In the flesh.”
“What’re you doing here?” Barefoot and looking as if he’d been up all night, Colson stood in the doorway. His hair was messy, he was unshaven and dressed in a white T-shirt and boxers.
And desirable as fuck.
“I brought you dinner.”
Colson rubbed his face. “Dinner? What time is it?”
Harper grinned as he retraced his steps. “After six.” He leaned in and kissed Colson under his ear. Colson’s breath hitched. “You’d better eat first. You’re going to need your strength for what I’ve got planned.” The silky flutter of Colson’s lashes teased his cheek, and he continued to press kisses to his face.
“If you keep doing that, I can’t be responsible for what happens,” Colson murmured but leaned in closer, and a veryhard, thick dick pressed against Harper’s belly. “But I’ll give you a hint. It would definitely get us arrested if we continue in public.”
Harper pulled him inside. “Don’t worry. I have an in.”
The door slammed behind them.
***
“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for the weekend.” Nolan flicked on his computer and took a long swig of his coffee.
“You know it.”
Guilty over not giving David the attention he was used to and having Luis put in too much overtime, Harper had stayed home the rest of the week. Colson had texted him a few times, and though he longed to get together, Harper had declined, claiming work had piled up.
