Bachelor Untamed - Brenda Jackson [37]
Ellie tightened her lips before she made the mistake of uttering that she hadn’t been intimate with many men, and could basically narrow it down to one—which had truly been a waste of her time. But she had a feeling that any time spent with Uriel would not be wasted.
Holding his gaze, she thought about getting to know him intimately. That meant they would be spending a lot of time together between the sheets. But then, wasn’t that what she needed to get inspired?
She then thought about how Tamara would handle it if she was in the same dilemma and immediately knew the answer. Tamara was confident with her sexuality and would face up to Grant at every turn. So likewise, Ellie fixed Uriel with a challenging stare and said, “And you’ll know me better than any other woman you’ve ever been intimate with.”
She watched as he slowly raised a pair of arrogant brows. Instead of backing down, she slowly raised hers. And then a smile touched the corners of his lips when he said, “We will see, won’t we?”
Before she could respond, before she could draw her next breath, he reached for her, pulled her into his arms and sank his mouth down hard on hers.
Resisting never entered her mind, which was just as well, since she was suddenly caged by his masculine strength—a strength that was more comforting than threatening. And when she felt his hard, engorged erection cradle intimately at the juncture of her thighs, she released a satisfied moan and shifted her full concentration into the kiss.
But then, he was making it impossible not to do so, with the way his tongue was taking hold on hers, savoring it like it was something he had missed and was entitled to making up for lost time. Every flick, every lick and every single thrust of his tongue, as it tangled with hers made her moan even deeper. It elicited intense sensations that were uncontrolled and unrestricted. This kiss was even more hot, demanding and overwhelming than the last, and she hung on, determined to keep up, hold her own and stand her ground.
Unexpectedly, he pulled his mouth back and she used that time to suck in a quick breath. When she met his gaze and he smiled, she knew at that moment he hadn’t finished with her yet. She saw the heat in his eyes.
“Do you prefer the bed or right here?”
She blinked. He had spoken, and she nearly blushed upon realizing what question he’d asked. The bed would be her logical choice but the other option definitely intrigued her. “Which do you prefer?” she decided to ask him, curious as to what he would say.
His smile widened into a sexy grin and he replied in a low throaty voice, “Doesn’t matter. Either way, I plan on making you incapable of speech for a while.”
She lifted a brow. His arrogance was showing again. “And what makes you think I won’t be able to talk?”
“Because you’ll be too busy moaning. That is, when you aren’t screaming.”
She didn’t know what to say to that, figured there was nothing she could say. And when he leaned down and captured her mouth again, she figured some things were better left unsaid. This kiss would have wiped any words right from her mouth, anyway.
He deepened the kiss seconds before sweeping her off her feet and into his arms. He then headed up the stairs, and she knew once they reached the bedroom that she would be getting more than inspired. She would be indulging in passion of the wildest and most exciting kind.
Chapter 11
The trip up the stairs took a little longer than expected, when Uriel stopped midway up, after deciding he just had to taste her mouth again. He wasn’t sure why he couldn’t wait, all he knew was that he just couldn’t.
So, leaning against the rail, he balanced her securely in his arms while taking her mouth with slow deliberation, letting his tongue wrap around hers, mate with it, play with it and entice her to respond. She did. And when she entwined her