Kept by Him by Red Garnier Page B

ruthless and too smart not to.
    He chuckled softly as he rolled her aside and dropped his face down to her, taking
     a minute until their breaths settled. “Don’t worry. We’ll keep it simple.” He kissed
     her temple as he withdrew, then quietly arranged himself and pulled the covers over
     her, tucking her in.
    “Thank you,” she said weakly as he bent over her, her heart doing a strange vault
     in her chest. She cupped his face with a special tenderness she’d always felt for
     nobody but him. “I’m so glad I didn’t do valerian.”
    He turned his head into her hand and faintly kissed the center of her palm, murmuring
     something unintelligible which she thought was, “So am I,” then he rewarded her with
     a perfect view of his backside as he went to get dressed.
    Her mouth watered from the sweetly stirring sight.
    Perfect male buttocks, round and muscled, with those sexy dimples at the back of his
     hip flexors.…
    Her body stirred again, and she closed her eyes to block it. This couldn’t be. God,
     she really needed to get a grip on herself.
    The rustling of clothes stopped, and an odd heaviness settled in her chest. Strange.
     But the thought of him leaving wasn’t truly giving her the relief she’d sought. She
     parted her eyes open.
    “Danny, my board meets tomorrow…” She found him finishing buttoning his shirt, and
     her windpipe swelled at the sight of his mouth, a little swollen, and his hair, a
     little undone. “Are … are you coming?” she said, getting back to her business.
    He raked a hand through his tousled hair as though to fix it. “I already came.” He
     winked, then headed for the door with a chuckle. “Of course, Monica. I’ll see you
     before noon.”
    She flung the pillow at him, laughing, then she laughed harder when he caught it easily
     and flung it back, where it slapped her right on the head.
    “Oops. Sweet dreams, princess,” he said from the door, and she could hear his laughter
     in his voice.
    She lowered the pillow. “You, too, sweet prince. You’re the epitome of Disney’s guys
     in tights, Your Highness.”
    “I hate being called goddamned ‘prince’ and you know it, Ice Queen!” he shouted from
     the hall.
    “It’s Ice Maiden, sir! Or at least it was until you thoroughly deflowered me. But all right then, good night, Mr. Lexington.
     Thanks for the great service!”
    She laughed since she knew he hated to be called prince and now that she’d implied
     he was a male escort, he would probably like it even less. Ha ha. She snuggled into
     the pillow he’d almost knocked her unconscious with and closed her eyes, impulsively
     smelling it, her scent mingled with his. Now if only she could catch some shut-eye.…
    *   *   *
    Holy God, was he going to have a boner for the rest of his life, or what?
    Daniel deeply regretted leaving Monica’s apartment at midnight. Now he lay, alone
     and sleepless, in his own bed, and by three a.m. even valerian started looking good
     to him.
    He rolled facedown on a groan, his body tortured, the scent of Monica’s sex imprinted
     in his nostrils, the scent of her skin, her hair, the place behind her ears where
     she had rubbed her fragrance, spinning in his head in a heady mix that wouldn’t let
     him relax a single inch of his frame, much less sleep.
    He hadn’t wanted to come home.
    He’d wanted to tease her all night, hear her laugh like he hadn’t heard her laugh
     in so long, and then just the thought of their bantering made him hot all over again.
    Even after their orgasms, he was about to explode. Monica’s naked body was embedded
     in his head like a brand, and the memory of her lying on her bed after coming was
     burning him at the stake. His heart raced as he remembered how good she’d felt when
     he’d fucked her, and though he tried to draw in a couple of calming breaths, it was
     no use.
    He’d never been this hard. He couldn’t wait to put his hands all over her again. Kiss