Part 8 (2/2)
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 o.r.g.a.s.m 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 h.e.l.l 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? h.e.l.l, 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 ma.n.u.script 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 pa.s.sion 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 level, feet apart and parallel. Even after the first contact with her body, he had kept his body straight, although he had cheated a few times by bringing down his hips for deeper penetration. He thrust inside of her each time he lowered his body, inhaling as he did so, only to exhale when he would raise his body from inside her. He had done two sets of fifty, and she hadn't been able to handle any more, and had tumbled over into an o.r.g.a.s.m so strong it nearly drowned them. It seemed her o.r.g.a.s.m triggered his, and they both had gotten washed away. She had discovered firsthand just what strong muscles he had.
”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 st.i.tch 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 s.e.xual 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 fis.h.i.+ng, 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 fas.h.i.+on. 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 b.u.t.ter 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-b.u.t.ter cookies, using her aunt's recipe. She even made a pitcher of lemonade, Mable Weston's own blend.
While the cookies were baking, she sat at the kitchen table with her laptop. Although she couldn't see him from where she sat, Ellie could hear the commotion Uriel was making as he set up the deep fryer outside. The last time she recalled it had been used was for Uriel's eighteenth birthday party.
His birthday was in September, but his parents had decided to celebrate a month early, since he would be leaving home and going off to college at the end of August-and it would have been the ideal time for his five G.o.dbrothers to attend. That had been the last time she had seen all six of them together. As she made her way over to Uriel's, she thought it was wonderful that the men had stayed in contact all these years.
”I was wondering when you would get here,” Uriel said, smiling at her when she appeared through the trees. He hurried over to take some of the items from her hands. He was wearing a pair of denim cutoffs and a T-s.h.i.+rt.
”What's all this?” he asked. ”I thought I told you that you didn't have to bring anything.”
She returned his smile. ”I know, but I couldn't resist. There's nothing like coleslaw to go along with fish and grits. And I couldn't resist baking some of those peanut-b.u.t.ter cookies you love so much.”
His eyes lit up. ”You have your aunt's recipe?”
She laughed. ”Of course. Aunt Mable left me everything.” She refrained from saying: including her unfinished ma.n.u.script. ”I've even made a pitcher of lemonade that I need to go back to get.”
She glanced around and saw he'd already placed several pieces of fish in the fryer. She knew they had been coated with his father's fried fish batter recipe, and the aroma of mouth-watering fried fish was circulating through the air. ”It seems like you have everything under control,” she said, smiling over at him.
He grinned. ”Did you doubt for one moment that I would?”
”No, not really. If it's okay, I'll go inside and put the slaw in the refrigerator.”
”No problem, go ahead.”
”Thanks.”
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