Secret Light by Maxfield Z.A

Author:Maxfield, Z.A. [Maxfield, Z.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Maxfield Publishing
Published: 2014-04-04T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

December 13, 1955

Tendrils of dawn light stretched into Rafe’s room, giving Ben his first opportunity to explore the sleeping man beside him. Rafe wore plaid pajamas, an oddly festive red and green holiday tartan that seemed utterly incompatible with his normal, natty business suit and silk-tie attire. He’d buttoned it around the sling. The pale skin of his shoulder showed, freckled and forlorn. There were no bruises to Rafe’s face from the attack, but from what Ben had heard, they bloomed all over his body.

Pure and primal rage filled Ben. He was coldly determined that no one was going to get another shot at Rafe. LAPD’s detectives were working the case, but little would come of their efforts. They were currently stumped by such a random-seeming attack.

If Rafe had any enemies, the detectives would find them. But for such a private man, it must be unbearable to be under that kind of scrutiny.

At last the light reached Rafe where he lay on the bed, still sleeping. Its rays burnished his blond hair to a sparkling, radiant gold. The color found its echo on the tips of Rafe’s long eyelashes. In sleep, he still looked flushed, but on his nose and forehead, freckles floated over pale creamy skin. His beard was coming in, coppery and more plentiful than Ben imagined it would. A brush of Ben’s knuckles confirmed it was softer and finer than his own sandpapery jaw.

Rafe’s eyes fluttered open. His chest rose on a deep breath and then fell with a sigh. Ben counted the seconds until Rafe became aware he wasn’t alone.

Another deep breath followed by a smile.

That was good, that smile.

Ben looked back at him, and for the space of a few breaths they gazed at each other.

“Hello,” Rafe murmured.

“Hello yourself.”

“I hardly know—”

Ben leaned forward and pressed his lips to Rafe’s before he could say more. First contact electrified him. Rafe’s touch was hesitant but as sensual and pliant as Ben remembered. There was no fluke here; he and Rafe had something together. Warmth filled him as his body resonated to the welcome in Rafe’s eyes.

Ben exerted gentle pressure, and with something like surprise, Rafe opened to him, lips parting, his good hand coming up to caress the side of Ben’s cheek. Rafe’s heart thudded against the palm of Ben’s hand, strong and sure, and he caught a quick breath before rising on one arm to deepen the contact.

Ben insinuated his leg over Rafe’s thigh. Knees bumped as he settled half on and half off Rafe’s long, lean body. Ben throbbed with need, so much that his hands shook, enough to shorten each breath. His heart hammered, causing his blood to drown out all ambient noise—everything except the sweet sighs and moans Rafe gave him.

Rafe kissed him back and clung, allowing him to touch and taste, to rub their scratchy cheeks together. Ben dotted kisses along the fine edge of Rafe’s jaw, stopping for a nip or a lick as he traveled toward the skin beneath

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