Bachelor Untamed - Brenda Jackson [21]
Whoever had sent her aunt these pages to edit could possibly be somewhere working on it at this moment. But that wasn’t helping Ellie, who had gotten caught up in the couple’s passion as well as the love they were both trying to deny.
She wondered if she should call Smoky Mountain Community College and speak to Aphelia Singleton, a librarian who’d worked with her aunt for years. Maybe she would know of someone named Flame Elbam.
The more Ellie thought about it, she had a strong suspicion that Flame Elbam wasn’t really the person’s true name but a pseudonym. A pseudonym for a woman well-versed in lovemaking. Flame Elbam certainly had a vivid imagination, and Ellie was convinced the person had to be a sexual goddess.
Ellie had gotten pulled into Grant’s and Tamara’s sexual adventures, to the point where she had put the pages down last night only when she hadn’t been able to keep her eyes open any longer. And even after that, she had dreamed about all those sumptuous lovemaking scenes she had read. Her body had gotten unbearably hot, and she had awakened that morning infused with a need that had her wishing, of all things, that she’d had her own Grant.
To make matters worse, Uriel had been back outside, exercising again this morning. As inconspicuously as she could, she had watched him from the window and found herself emerged in all kind of fantasies. It didn’t take much to imagine her legs snugly wrapped around the width of his shoulders and her bare breasts coming into contact with the solid wall of his chest.
Unable to deal with further torment, she had forced her gaze away from his flat abs, deciding to let him finish his workout without being spied on. But that didn’t stop her from imagining how his sweaty body would feel on top of hers. At sixteen, she used to have visions of Uriel kissing her, and now she was envisioning a whole lot more than mere kisses.
She was halfway down the stairs, headed toward the kitchen, when she heard a knock at the door. She stopped and breathed in deeply. It was as if her thoughts had conjured up Uriel Lassiter.
As she made her way to the door, she couldn’t help wondering what he wanted.
After taking a deep breath and pasting a light smile to her lips, she opened the door. “Hello, Uri, what brings you over?”
Uriel figured it couldn’t be helped, when his gaze automatically moved from Ellie’s face and went straight to her outfit. One thing that hadn’t changed over the years was her propensity for wearing those short shorts. They weren’t Daisy Dukes, but they were a close cousin. And she looked good in them. Hell, she looked better than good. Seeing her up close was a lot better than seeing her from a distance at the window. Although that nightgown was his favorite outfit on her so far, these shorts were a close second.
“Uri?”
His gaze moved back up to her face and he pulled in a steadying breath. “Yes?” He then watched as she took the tip of her tongue and traced it over her upper lip.
“Is there something you wanted?”
Slowly, he drew in a deep breath, thinking that was a loaded question if ever there was one. Here she stood at the door, looking like someone he would love to crawl back in bed with this morning, and she had the nerve to ask him a question like that?
Inwardly telling himself to get his libido under control, he said, “Today is Tuesday.”
When a dumbfounded look appeared on her face he said, “Remember, I told you I was going into town today. Do you have your list ready?”
“Oh, my gosh, I forgot,” she said, slapping the palm of her hand against her forehead. “I’ve been so busy—”
“Reading.”
Ellie inwardly gasped. “How do you know that?”
He shrugged. “I noticed. You’ve been sitting by the window a lot, and it looked like you were reading.”
She nodded, surprised that he had noticed her. Her aunt’s home was not in his usual line of vision, which meant he had deliberately looked up at the window.
“Yes, I’ve been reading,” she said. But she had no intention of telling him just what she’d been reading and how he had fit into her fantasies. “I decided to put off going