Tyack & Frayne Mysteries 01 - Once Upon A Haunted Moor by Harper Fox Read Free Book Online

hadn’t. No idea at all. He’d seldom heard himself described from the outside: that hadn’t been James’s style. For himself, he only glanced in a mirror these days to check that his uniform was tidy. “No,” he whispered. “Er... are you all right?”
    “Fine. That scared the shit out of me.”
    He was white as a tuft of Bodmin cottongrass. Tears were standing in his eyes. Gideon pulled him awa y from the door into his arms, new belief in his own powers to protect surging through him. “It’s all right. You’re safe.” Comforting and sexy , Lee had said, and the second part shouldn’t have mattered, but suddenly vibrantly did: Lee’s arms went round him with a force that was seeking more than safety. His mouth brushed Gideon’s neck. He rested his brow on Gideon’s shoulder for a moment, breathing raggedly. Then he lifted his head. “Can I kiss you?”
    Gideon didn’t know what permission he’d given – the startled parting of his lips, his involuntary movement forward – but Lee’s mouth met his like hot silk. Gideon closed his fist in the fabric of Lee’s shirt and squeezed, hardly able to bear the intimacy of this, so suddenly after so long. His tongue pushed hungrily forward and he tried to recoil, ashamed, but Lee held him fast, grunting assent , returning the gesture. Gideon opened up for him. The slide and pressure in his mouth triggered a depth-charge of need at the core of him – under his gut, inside the curve of his tailbone, and his cock lifted so hard in his pyjama pants that Lee felt it, gasped and laughed inside their kiss and pulled away. “Oh, God,” he whispered, eyes brilliant, a flush of arousal turning his cottongrass to roses. “PC Frayne. Who knew?”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “What on earth for?”
    “No first kiss should be that...”
    He couldn’t even find the word. “Filthy?” Lee supplied, his smile making his answer a caress. “You can peck me on the cheek some other time. Probably no first fuck should be a clumsy stand-up job against a door either, but – ”
    “Oh, Christ. No. Come back to the sofa with me.”
    “No. We have to seal the gate.”
    And now Lee was dead serious again. “Seal the gate?” Gideon echoed.
    “Yes. You know what the witches say – let naught but love enter in .”
    “If I hadn’t checked you out, I’d swear you were an escaped nutter, you know.”
    “I know.” He leaned into Gideon, his answering erection pushing hot and tight against Gideon’s thigh. “But do it anyway. For God’s sake do it to me.”
    So Gideon laid him back against the door. He’d forgotten his own strength. He’d got into a habit of holding it in abeyance. Most of the people he dealt with required gentleness, not a big burly cop throwing his weight about. But this man needed all of him. Tenderly Gideon brushed a trace of sweat off Lee’s brow. He took the moment to undo Lee’s jeans and push them a little way down, and he stood trembling while Lee tugged open his pyjama cord. Then Gideon seized him by the hips and hoisted him up.
    Lee loosed a deep, laughing groan. He wrapped his legs around Gideon and tipped back his head. “Yes. Feels like you could hold me here all night if you wanted to.”
    “Do you need all night?”
    “I think I need...” He shuddered in Gideon’s grasp. “Half a minute ought to do me fine. Come on, you beauty. Come on.”
    Gideon shoved up and forward. His aching shaft drove into the tangle of Lee’s jeans and briefs, the contact at once hot as hell and wildly frustrating, then Lee twisted and writhed and somehow they were pressed cock to cock. Gideon inhaled a great gasp of the skin of Lee’s collarbone, burrowing under the collar of his shirt to find the damp velvety flesh. His mouth brushed the silver chain. Lee dragged the dressing gown back off his shoulders. He stroked the taut muscles there with urgent tenderness. “It’s all right! Let go of it for me.”
    Gideon had no choice left. There was something