Bachelor Untamed - Brenda Jackson [42]
“Once again, I don’t think so. That means you will be working out with me this morning, and we’ll start with my version of push-ups. But first I need to get rid of this.” Rising on his knees, and with a quick flick of his wrist, he removed her nightgown.
Then he kissed the surprised gasp from her lips, and by the time he took his mouth away, she felt her bones seem to soften like jelly. “Now,” he whispered close to her mouth as he straddled her body, “this is how it’s done.”
And he proceeded to show her.
Chapter 12
Through exhausted eyes, Uriel watched the delicious sway of Ellie’s naked hips as she left the bed to go to the bathroom.
He forced his body to roll over, trying to recall just how many push-ups he’d actually done, so many he’d lost count. The only thing he remembered was that her body had been the mat, and each time he’d lowered down to it, his shaft had been dead center to enter her. The tempo had been quick and rapid, the strokes sure and precise, and when an orgasm tore into her, it tore into him as well; and the final time he came down on her, he locked in to her tightly, as his release exploded inside of her.
He closed his eyes, remembering his vow that last night would be the one and only time he made love to her without a condom. But a condom had been the last thing on his mind every time he’d lowered his body to hers, felt the connection, went inside of her, felt how her inner muscles had tried to clench him before he’d quickly pull out, only to push back in. That had been one hell of a workout, one he doubted he would ever forget.
He opened his eyes when he heard the shower going and had every intention of joining her there. But first he needed to get a second wind. When had any woman made him do that? He glanced over at the clock. It was past ten already. When was the last time he’d stayed in bed this long? Hell, he could barely remember what day it was. All he remembered was how it felt being inside of Ellie, making love to her, releasing a part of himself inside of her.
Uriel closed his eyes again, reliving the moment. He snagged her pillow and buried his face in it, needing to breathe in her scent. He felt at peace, relaxed, sleepy—and although he wanted to join her in the shower, he gave in to sleep.
Ellie stood on her back porch with a cup of coffee in her hand, while gazing out at the lake. It would be another beautiful day because the most beautiful man was upstairs sleeping in her bed. She had expected him to join her in the shower and had been surprised when he hadn’t. When she had dried off, and slipped into a pretty pink shorts set, and returned to the bedroom, he was sleeping like a baby.
Going downstairs, she had taken her laptop and—remembering where her aunt’s manuscript ended—she picked up from there, to pen her own words, and had been surprised to see just how easily her thoughts had flowed. It had been a scene where Grant and Tamara had met for lunch, and later Grant had invited her to his house. There had been no doubt in either of their minds what would happen when they got there.
Ellie had been surprised just how easily the dialogue had come to her, and she could actually feel the chemistry between them as she typed each word. It was as if she had gotten into their heads. She’d known each time Grant had wanted to reach out and touch Tamara but had fought the urge to do so, still thinking he didn’t need or want a woman in his life.
Ellie had not written the lovemaking scene, deciding she wanted her full concentration when she did so, and didn’t want to have to worry about Uriel walking in on her and possibly asking questions about what she was doing.
After what they’d shared the night before, she felt inspired, in awe and quietly resigned to the fact that Uriel could stir up passion within her as if it was his right. And those pushups…
Where on earth did he come up with this kind of stuff? He had placed his body in perfect formation over her, his chest flat, arms shoulder