Free Kept by Him by Red Garnier Page B

hormones in her body.
    But that had started changing, even back then.
    When the tears stopped, the hormones clamoring for his touch had been different ones,
     frightening ones, and had been the reason Monica had pulled away.
    Now his effect had magnified to proportions beyond her understanding, his suddenly
     familiar nearness causing every cell in her body to jolt into wakefulness. She wanted
     to melt, while at the same time, she feared the power of his nearness, remembering
     how she’d broken in the funeral when he held her, how she always seemed to shatter
     either in pain or in pleasure in no place else except his arms.…
    “Ms. Davenport, if you would embrace our male?”
    Heart accelerating, Monica gingerly slid her free arm around his waist, her hand splayed
     on his muscled back as the other soon joined it. His eyes darkened, and he was looking
     down at her with a strangely animalistic gaze, the slight flare of his nostrils making
     him appear almost menacing in his hunger.
    “All right, now act like you want each other. Look, touch, nuzzle…”
    Their bodies seemed to seek closer contact, and his muscles quivered under her fingers
     as her hands slid almost involuntarily over his skin. Time came to a standstill. Noises
     fading. People fading. They were breathing hard and she forgot everyone in the room.
     Even the screams.
    “Yes! You’re dying for a touch … a kiss … look for it, that’s it. My God, that’s superb
     chemistry. Superb!”
    Daniel spoke in her ear. “Are your nipples hard?”
    “Yes.”
    “Let me feel them.”
    Monica could only hear her heartbeat as he seized her wrists and brought her arms
     above her and brushed his nose against hers, grazing her lips with his. She let him
     draw them up and press his chest into her, feeling the soft mounds of her breasts
     flatten wantonly against him, her nipples pricking into his pecs. She had never been
     as wet as she was now, this instant, lying in cashmere and Daniel warming her. His
     lips parted, and she parted hers, eager, needy, everything else forgotten.
    He bent his head, their mouths painstakingly close, their hearts thundering. She could
     remember his powerful presence inside her and every way he stretched and widened her,
     every way he made her feel.
    The rising heat in her body made her breath quicken, made her think of wrapping her
     legs around him, and she started sliding her feet up his calves, feeling his breath
     quicken, too. He groaned softly against her. “I could eat you up alive, Monica.”
    Oh, God, she really wanted him to. She was restless against him, unable to feel such
     proximity to him without seeking closer contact. Her voice was barely audible, airless
     with lust as she discreetly bent to lick the hollow under his neck. “Tell me that
     you’re hard, too.”
    He tensed every muscle, dropping his head. “I’m hard as hell, and it’s all for you.”
    Pleasure shot across her nerve endings at his words, making her struggle to stifle
     a shudder. She tilted her pelvis anxiously upward. “Let me feel you.”
    He shifted so his erection nestled at the apex between her legs, and her panties got
     instantly damp with a surge of wet heat. A shiver of pure feminine delight ran through
     her, and she closed her eyes and dug her nails into his back, her other hand sliding
     around him to improve her grip on him, her hip moving timidly up to him, seeking …
     “What did they tell you to do to me?”
    “Wow! Holy guacamole, that is so damned good ! That is so damned good ! Whatever it is, don’t stop!”
    “Hold you,” he murmured, and his eyes blazed on her mouth so fiercely that she could
     remember every one of his kisses from last night, his face stark with need as he gently
     nudged her pelvis with his. “But I’m primed to do so much more than that.”
    She bit back a moan and buried it against his collarbone, smelling him, then she went
     to his ear. “Will you?”
    “What?”
    “Do something