Jay forced himself to stop fantasizing and pay attention. “What do you do for a living?”
“I’m an orthopedic surgeon.”
If his cock hadn’t already been pressing against the seam of his jeans, finding out Harvey was a surgeon would have done it. There was something so sexy and rock star–like about surgeons. Not just doctors. They were doctors who cut people open and put them back together for a living. The stress of having someone’s life in his hands would have killed Jay. Harvey had to have balls of steel. Balls of steel that Jay wanted to lick and nibble and… Distractions! “That sounds really interesting.”
“It can be. Some surgeries can take eight to ten hours. It’s a young man’s game.”
“You’re not old,” Jay insisted.
“You should see me with my clothes off,” Harvey joked.
Jay didn’t laugh. “I’d like to.”
Harvey stiffened, and Jay immediately regretted coming on so strong. After all, he was the one who’d said he was looking for more than a one off. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. At least not out loud.”
It took a second, but Harvey laughed. It was rich and warm and vibrant. When he stopped laughing, he leaned forward, his blue eyes gazing directly into Jay’s soul. “I’d really like to kiss you.”
The unexpected request made Jay’s stomach flutter. “I’d like that very much.”
Harvey stood from his side of the booth and scooted in on Jay’s side. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” Jay said, a little breathlessly.
Harvey placed his hand on Jay’s face, caressing his cheekbone with his thumb. “Your eyes are amazing. I’ve never seen anyone with quite the same color.”
Jay replied by leaning in, pressing his lips to Harvey’s for a brief, but tender kiss. The older man’s lips were supple, but dry. Very nice. No sloppy kissing there. He smiled, appreciating the hungry desire in his date’s expression. He slid one hand inside Harvey’s jacket, copping a feel of his toned abs. “You have a great body.”