Free Bachelor Untamed by Brenda Jackson

focus directly on her, while trying to figure out what there was about her that made him want to strip her naked, right here in this kitchen, but not before he got to taste her again, to see if the flavor of her mouth had changed, and to see if she could still work her tongue like she had before.
    His eyes slowly shifted lower to her breasts. He pulled in a choppy breath when he saw her nipples start to harden right before his eyes. Hell, if just a look could do that to her, he wondered what would happen if he were to touch her, taste her kiss.
    He could feel his own eyes darkening with heat, and he knew the moment she saw it as well. She continued to hold his gaze, then asked, “Is there something else?”
    He couldn’t help the smile that touched his lips. She could ask the damnedest questions. This time he would give her an answer, and he hoped she was ready for his response. “Yes, there is something else,” he said, walking back toward her.
    He came to a stop in front of her, and because of their difference in heights, she tilted her head back to look up at him. He figured, at some point she must have figured what this was about. He had to kiss her. For no other purpose than to appease the curiosity between them, harness this sensuous pull, take control of the sexual attraction. And that was precisely what he intended to do. Now.
    He lowered his head toward hers, and when their mouths were mere inches apart, when he could feel the heat off her lips radiating toward his, he paused. He was giving her a chance to pull back, resist what he was about to do. But when she darted her tongue out of her mouth to moisten her top lip, he decided it was too damn late.
    Before she could put her tongue back, he sank his mouth down on hers, taking it all. He immediately grabbed hold of her tongue with his and began sucking on it, as he had in his dream. And when she moaned deep in her throat and wrapped her arms around his neck, every nerve in his body began to flicker, his erection began to throb. To let her know just how aroused he was, he pulled her closer into his arms, and pressed the lower part of his body to hers.
    It didn’t take long for Uriel to see that this kind of kiss could turn dangerous, especially if he listened to what his aroused body was begging him to do. It wouldn’t take much for him to push everything off the table and take her there. Hell, taking her against the refrigerator sounded even better. The bottom line was that he wanted to take her. Somewhere. Now. Standing up in this very spot would even work. All he had to do was pull her shorts and panties down, undo his zipper and get to work.
    But he realized that the first time he entered her body he wouldn’t want it to be a quickie. He would want to savor the moment, enjoy the buildup. So, until that time came, he would enjoy this, the meshing of their tongues, while he got aroused by her taste. It was nothing like he remembered. The flavor was more intense, her tongue more controlled.
    The kiss was everything he’d known it would be, everything he’d imagined as well as dreamt about. Every lick sent sensations rushing all the way to his toes, had blood rushing through his veins and made something in the pit of his stomach stir to the point where he couldn’t help but deepen the kiss, pull her closer to his body and begin backing her up toward the refrigerator after all.
     
    The moment Ellie felt the refrigerator against her back she pulled her mouth free from Uriel’s and whispered, “Wow.”
    Her mind began reeling, her pulse was racing and tingling sensations were having a serious confrontation between her legs. She gazed into Uriel’s eyes that were so close to hers. He hadn’t backed up any. It was as if he just wanted her to get her breath, since he wasn’t quite through with her yet.
    The intensity in the gaze holding hers said as much. She could only stare back, transfixed. Pressed against the fridge, she should have felt trapped.