Bachelor Untamed - Brenda Jackson [38]
By the time they reached her bedroom, his entire body was quivering with a need so keen and potent that he had to do everything within his power to hold on to what little control he had. Never had a woman brought him to this. Never had he felt so connected to a woman in so many ways. Never had he wanted a woman so badly.
The moment he placed her on the bed, he decided wasting time wouldn’t get either one of them anywhere, so he reached out and quickly removed her robe and swiftly dispensed with her excuse for a nightgown. It was one of those short nighties with satin spaghetti straps that didn’t cover much, not that he was complaining. The cool mint green highlighted her complexion, and the nightie was similar in design to the yellow one she’d been wearing that first night he’d seen her at the window.
When she was stretched out on the bed, reclining on her side facing him, his gaze swept all over her naked body, scanning her from head to toe, absorbing every inch of her. He was fascinated by the perfect details of her body, each and every curve, the flatness of her stomach, the graceful smoothness of her thighs, the allure of her long legs. But what part enticed him the most, what captured his gaze time and time again, was the beauty of her feminine mound. He had seen many in his day, but none that seemed more perfect, more alluring than hers. For him, hers held an unexplainable fascination. She had seen him naked before, but this was his first time he’d seen her without clothes, and he couldn’t get enough of looking at her. The more he looked, the harder he got. The more his erection throbbed. And the more it ached to get inside of her.
He could tell that his intense stare was making her nervous, so he backed away from the bed to remove his own clothes, which consisted of nothing more than the pair of nylon gym shorts.
Uriel heard her sharp intake of breath the moment he eased the shorts down his legs. He had come ready. He had come hard. What had she expected, after that number she’d pulled at the window? He had been a goner the moment she’d taken her panties off and twirled them around on her finger.
He slowly moved back to the bed, wanting to touch her all over, taste her everywhere, consume her in a manner that would leave no doubt in her mind that he had left his mark. Easing onto the bed to join her there, she shifted her body to make room and he took his place beside her. They faced each other, gazed into each other’s eyes, and he could feel the beat of her heart. He thought she had such an arousing scent, one that was reaching out to him on a primitive level, triggering everything male within him to respond, act and proceed.
He reached out and traced his hand up the side of her body, liking the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers. He traveled a path and touched her hip, paid special homage to a small birthmark on her upper thigh.
His hand then traveled in slow motion upward, toward her breasts, and when he made an unhurried path around her nipples he heard her groan deep in her throat. Easing her down on her back, he lowered his head and captured a breast in his mouth and began feasting on her. And when she grabbed hold of his head to hold him to her breasts, he responded by sucking harder. He had discovered a long time ago that there was something special about Ellie’s taste. It was delectable and was a scrumptious flavor to his tongue. And tonight it was his.
He intended to do whatever it took to make her aware of that fact. He didn’t want to encounter any regrets when the sun came up tomorrow. One night would not be enough for him. The next twenty-something days might not be enough for him either. But they would have to do. He would definitely miss their time together, but then all good things eventually came to an end. His parents had shown him that.
“Uri.”
He heard her moan and felt her shudder almost uncontrollably beneath his mouth, and knew he had made her come, just from having his mouth on her