Bachelor Untamed - Brenda Jackson [41]
Over the years, she’d often heard her mother remark about her father’s snoring. It was just the opposite with Uriel. If it hadn’t been for the warm, hard body that had been next to her, and the solid arms that had held her close all through the night—she would not have known he was in the bed. He had been just that soundless and motionless.
She had never spent the entire night with a man before, and when she awakened during the night it had felt odd. But knowing the man was Uriel had comforted her, and she had closed her eyes and returned to peaceful slumber.
Now she was wide awake and she couldn’t help but sit there and watch him sleep, while remembering all the sensations he had stirred within her. When she had reached the peak of sexual fulfillment, not once but twice during the same lovemaking session, her orgasms had been nothing like she’d ever experienced before. And Uriel had made it happen.
She angled her head as she continued to stare at him. She had never known a more assured man, confident in his abilities. He didn’t just talk the talk, he delivered. He had made good on his promise to make her incapable of speaking for a while. She doubted she could speak now. She had very little to say, since she was still in awe of it all. In awe of it and in awe of him, but then it was hard to separate the two.
She glanced over at the clock. It was close to six in the morning, and the sun was peeking up over the mountains. Typically, on most mornings, he would be up, dressed in his gym shorts and in the backyard working out. But today, after a night spent with her, he was still asleep, with no signs of waking up.
Ellie smiled. She would love to think she had worn him out after their night of lovemaking. She would be the first to admit it had been intense.
A small piece of lint off the bedspread had settled in his hair and she wondered if she could remove it without waking him. She leaned over and reached out, and when he suddenly opened his eyes, her hand froze in midair. His dark, intense eyes met hers, and she wondered if he was trying to figure out where he was and why they were in the same bed. She pulled her hand back. “There’s a piece of lint in your hair and I was going to get it out,” she explained.
He held fast to her gaze and asked in a voice that was raspy from sleep, “Is there?”
“Yes.”
His gaze slowly moved from her eyes and shifted upward to her hair. “What do you know? There’s a piece of lint in yours as well.”
And then he reached out and his hand first went to her hair, before he cupped his hand behind her neck and drew her face down to his, capturing her mouth.
Ellie was so absorbed in the kiss that it took her a while to notice he had shifted positions again and she was now underneath him. After an intense mating session with their tongues, he pulled back and let his gaze run over her. “You put your gown back on,” he said in a throaty murmur.
She smiled up at him. “Yes. Aren’t you going to go work out this morning?”
He lifted a brow. “And how do you know I work out every morning?”
She shrugged innocently. “It was a lucky guess.”
Tilting his head, he studied her for a moment and then said, “I don’t think so. Have you been spying on me again?”
She pretended to be taken aback by his accusation and had to keep the laughter out of her voice when she said, “I can’t believe you would accuse me of such a thing, Uri.”
When he didn’t say anything but continued to study her face, she finally asked, “Well, aren’t you going to say something?”
He smiled. “Yes. Do you want to work out with me?”
She couldn’t help rolling her eyes. She recalled what he did while working out, and it looked too strenuous for her. Besides, he was too good at it, and there was no way she could keep up. “No, thank you.”
“You sure? I can tone things down a bit.”
“Don’t bother. Besides, I never liked jumping rope anyway.”
“And how do you know I jump rope?”
Too late. She’d been caught. She wondered how she was going