Bachelor Untamed - Brenda Jackson [53]
She must have been in the kitchen already, because he immediately heard the sound of her voice when she called out, “Just a minute.”
While pulling in another deep breath, he heard her footsteps moving across the tile floor. And when she slowly slid the door open and he saw her, looked into her face before moving his gaze to scan over her, to take in yet another sexy short set, he actually couldn’t say anything. He just stood there and feasted his eyes on her, feeling a need that for her just couldn’t be normal.
His gaze returned to her face and met her eyes. He didn’t say anything, but neither did she. However, he figured she’d seen the appreciative male look in his eyes when he’d checked out her outfit. And he was also certain she could see the hunger that was there now. Hunger for something he’d gotten a chance to sample yesterday and was eager to do so again. He’d never considered himself a horny bastard until now.
He could blame his state on a lot of things: he could blame it on the air that for some reason seemed thick with her scent; or the fact that last night he’d hung around four guys who had nothing better to do than share exaggerated tales of their bedroom escapades while drinking beer and eating pretzels. At least three of them had. Come to think of it, Xavier hadn’t said a word, which suddenly made Uriel wonder why.
“Uriel?”
He blinked at the sound of Ellie saying his name, but didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He just continued to look at her and then, finally, he said, “They’re gone.”
She nodded. “I know. I was standing at the sink washing dishes, and saw them leave.”
That meant she probably saw him standing a while after they’d left, trying to make up his mind what he should do. She probably even saw him jog over to her house like a madman, which was probably why she hadn’t asked who was at the door when he’d knocked. She had known.
Suddenly, something passed through his nostrils and he picked up another scent other than hers. Spaghetti sauce. He lifted a brow. “You cooked?”
A smile touched her lips. “A girl’s got to eat. I have plenty left, if you want some.”
Heat suffused his body. He was hungry, but it wasn’t the thought of consuming spaghetti that had certain parts of him throbbing. He wanted her. He wanted to get inside of her. The spaghetti could wait. “May I come in?” he tried asking softly, but the words came out sounding rather husky, even to his own ears.
Instead of answering, she took a step back and he followed, hoping by the time he stepped over the threshold the flames that were raging wildly through his veins would have suddenly cooled. That wasn’t the case. The moment he closed the door behind him and, with a flick of his wrist, put the lock in place, he reached out and grabbed her by the waist to bring her closer to him. He wanted her to feel his hardness and to know what wanting her was doing to him. As much as he liked seeing a pair of sexy-looking shorts on her, he suddenly wanted them off her. But first he wanted to kiss her. He had to kiss her.
He lowered his head and took her mouth with a kiss that was meant to temporarily satisfy the flames that refused to cool, intended to slow down the fast beating of his pulse. Instead, it ignited a bigger blaze, one that amounted to a bonfire by the time he took hold of her tongue, mingled it with his and started sucking on it. And his pulse, the one he wanted to slow down, actually picked up speed, which then triggered a blood rush through his veins, making his nerve endings feel as if they would explode.
He wasn’t sure at what point something within him snapped, pushed him over the edge, made him crazy with lust, desperate for her. But it happened and he couldn’t stop it. His rational mind became irrational. His senses lost all commonality. The need to strip out of his clothes and to get her out of hers was as urgent as anything he’d ever endured.
He groaned deep within