Perfect Fit - Brenda Jackson [100]
Gabe’s smile widened as he moved to the bed and dropped to one knee. Wanting to finish undressing her and see all of her, he pushed back the covers and began removing her panties and bra. Her body felt warm, hot and fiery all over.
He had seen her naked before, that time he had dried her after her bath, up close and personal. Now he was seeing her again, and as before, he was amazed by her body’s beauty, every intimate detail. A shaft of heat began spreading fast and furiously through his body. He wanted her and had wanted her from the first time he had seen her, but giving respect to the fact she was an engaged woman at the time, he had not done anything about his interest. But now she was no longer engaged and was presently in his bed, and he planned to do a lot about it.
He pulled her naked body to him and kissed her. Trying to keep the kiss as light as he could, he couldn’t hide the hunger he felt when he moved his mouth over hers, tasting and claiming, and the kiss became deep, intense, riveting, as he mated with her mouth in a French kiss that was more French than anything he’d ever shared with a woman, while his questing fingers reached out and touched her breasts, liking the way they fit in his hands.
Slowly lightening the pressure of his mouth on hers, she released a moan and arched her body closer to his. A moan escaped him as well, as he eased her back onto the bed.
Kiss, touch and taste.
Placing her arms above her head, his hand began a total exploration of her body, and his mouth followed as his tongue ravished her all over, making her shudder, moan and thrash about in the bed.
“Gabe.” She called his name on a low, urgent plea as heat flared through her. Her body quivered under the assault of his mouth, and she clenched the bedcovers in her fist.
Gently, Gabe released her hand, ready to join them in a way that he had dreamed so much about over the last few months. He wanted Sage more than he’d ever wanted another woman. He took several deep breaths to calm his racing pulse, determined to take things slow. He reached over in his nightstand drawer for the pack of condoms he had placed there when he’d first arrived but had never used.
“Let me,” Sage requested softly, raising up, grabbing his hand and eagerly taking the condom from his fingers.
He watched through desire-intense eyes as she opened the packet. And when she touched him with trembling fingers, teasing him with languid caresses of her thumb to his swollen erection before sheathing him in latex, he squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. She was driving him insane, and he was too far gone to care. He opened his eyes and met the heat shimmering in her gaze.
“I have to mate with you,” he whispered hoarsely, desperately, needing to be inside her so badly that he ached all over, especially in his loins. When she eased back against the pillows, his inflamed body moved into place over hers.
He gazed down at her, feeling total want and need for her. “Slow,” he reminded her in a voice that was low and seductive.
“You think so?” she asked coyly, returning his smile while skimming the tips of her fingers over the surface of his hairy chest.
“I was hoping so,” he murmured huskily, leaning down, not being able to resist flicking his tongue across the swollen tip of her breast.
Biting back a moan, she breathed in deeply. “You may be asking the impossible.”
He shifted to meet her gaze. “Nothing is impossible with us, Sage. We’re a perfect fit.”
Gathering her close and still holding her gaze, he lifted her hips to him and slowly entered her, stretching her, filling her completely, burying himself inside her to the hilt.
“Aaah, baby.” He released a long, deep, guttural moan when her womb clenched him snugly. She couldn’t move and neither could he. It was as though they were glued together in that position. Moments later, he reached up and weaved their fingers together, then entangled her legs with his, wanting to be joined with her in every way. She tried to move, but he