Bachelor Untamed - Brenda Jackson [43]
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
She swung around. Uriel was standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee in his hand, and the only stitch of clothing he had on was the gym shorts from last night. Now in the daylight, she could see just how scandalous those shorts looked on him, exposing his muscled thighs and strong legs. She knew how those legs felt cradling hers.
She moved her gaze from the lower part of his body back to his face, and noted the sleepy look in his eyes. Sleepy and sensually hazed over. “I figured you needed your rest,” she said, her gaze slipping back to his shorts, specifically the middle, and what was so obvious. Could he be aroused this morning already? But then she’d heard that some men woke up with erections that had nothing to do with sexual desire. However, with the way Uriel was looking at her, she wasn’t so sure.
“Have you eaten breakfast already?” he asked, taking a sip of coffee.
She smiled. “No. Are you hungry? I can throw something together in—”
“The reason I asked is because I wanted to treat you to breakfast this morning. I had a good week fishing, and I know how much you like fried fish. At least, you used to like it.”
Her smile widened. “I still do.”
“Then give me a chance to shower and get things set up outside. I’m going to use that big fryer Dad stored in one of the closets,” he said.
“Wonderful! Is there’s something I can do? Anything you need me to bring?”
He didn’t say anything as his gaze moved over her, and she could tell by the way he looked at her that he liked her outfit. Figuring she’d be alone at the lake, she’d purchased several shorts sets that were comfortable, feminine and so easy to wear. She’d also figured it’d be hot, although not this kind of hot. The way Uriel stared at her had her blood nearly boiling.
“Uriel?” She tried to get his attention away from her bare legs.
His gaze roamed back up to her face. “Yes?”
“I asked if there was something I could do and if you needed me to bring anything.”
He moved away from the doorway and walked toward her. When he came to a stop in front of her, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face. He then lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her in a slow, drugging fashion. The taste of coffee on her tongue mingled with the taste of him. But it wasn’t just his taste that she found intoxicating, it was the way he used his tongue. He was a master at making each and every kiss memorable.
He pulled back, met her gaze and said in a husky voice, “I’ll let you know what you can do when you get there. And as far as bringing anything, just bring yourself. You will be more than plenty.”
He moved away to walk down the steps, and then looked back at her, smiled and said, “I promise to return your coffee cup, but this is the best coffee I’ve drunk in a long time, Ellie Weston. You’re good at everything you do.”
She watched him walk away, thinking that if his compliment was meant to butter her up for some reason, it was working.
Ellie decided to prepare something to bring anyway. It was the least she could do, since he was frying the fish. And though it was close to noon, and breakfast had turned into brunch, she would bet any amount of money he would be cooking a pot of grits.
It hadn’t taken her long to throw together a container of coleslaw, and while she was at it, she decided a nice desert was in order, so she had baked a batch of peanut-butter cookies, using her aunt’s recipe. She even made a pitcher of lemonade,