Bachelor Untamed - Brenda Jackson [18]
Stretching his body, he decided to walk out to the pier for a while. He had been holed up inside reading for a couple of hours now. Walking through the kitchen, he opened the door and stepped out on the porch. Instinctively, his gaze moved to the window across the way.
Uriel squinted his eyes against the sun, and he could see Ellie sitting in a chair by the window, where it seemed as if she was doing the same thing he’d been doing before receiving his father’s call. Reading.
He hoped that whatever papers she was reading were a hell of a lot more interesting than the ones he’d just gone over.
Chapter 5
Ellie pulled in a deep breath at the next chapter break, inwardly acknowledging that she evidently had lived a sheltered life. How on earth had the author come up with this stuff? And did people actually do those kinds of things in the bedroom?
Well, to be honest, about eighty percent of the time they weren’t in the bedroom, but were in places she would not have thought of making love, not even in her wildest dreams. It was plain to see that the imagination of the person who had written this story was a lot more vivid than hers.
The story wasn’t just a bunch of pages filled with nothing but hot and heavy sex. The couple was in love with each other; however, neither were ready to face up to that fact. The reader knew their true feelings, though. So, all the time the hero claimed that he could never love any woman—that it was nothing more than sex—the reader knew differently. Ellie already knew that the heroine was chipping away at the hard casing that surrounded the hero’s heart.
The intimacy they shared in the bedroom was what sexual fantasies were about, and only someone who not only understood the lovemaking act, but who was familiar with it as well, could do these scenes justice. They were gripping, so earth-shakingly passionate. Ellie was dying to find out which of her aunt’s acquaintances had that much bedroom experience and passion to pen such a romantic masterpiece.
Ellie thought about the many times Darcy had tried getting her to read a romance novel, and how she had rebuffed the very thought of doing so. Now she knew what she’d been missing.
The only downside to reading about such passion was that it made you realize how much you lacked in your own life. To have a man kiss you to the point that you actually felt like swooning, or to think that something like multiple orgasms could actually occur during a lovemaking session, was too much to consider. But there had been something about the intensity of the love the couple shared that easily took your breath away.
At that moment, her stomach growled and she glanced over at the clock, unable to believe she had read through lunch. She was eager to finish the book, but she knew she had to eat and do a little of what she’d intended to do today. But a part of her couldn’t wait to see what the next scene would bring.
Placing the pages on the bed, she stood and stretched. Glancing out the window, she saw Uriel sitting down on the pier, fishing. It reminded her of the day she had pulled that prank on him. Not wanting to remember, she moved away from the window and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
Uriel grimaced. He had been sitting here for a couple of hours and had yet to catch a single fish. For some reason, they weren’t biting today, which for him was a huge disappointment as well as an aggravation.
He had stopped reading, to give his eyes a rest. From all accounts, Vandellas Publishing Company, whose home office was in Houston, with a little more than a hundred employees, was financially sound, which was the reason he and Donovan had purchased it. They would hold on to it a few years before reselling it for a profit. That meant they needed to do anything they could to keep it financially sound until then.
He glanced at his watch. One thing for certain was that he