Perfect Fit - Brenda Jackson [105]
“Then, I’m going to feed you.” He motioned for the waiter to get them a table. “What are your plans for this evening?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. What are yours?”
He met her gaze. “I know what I’d like to do.”
She raised an arched brow. “What?”
He leaned down and whispered in her ear. Her face turned crimson. She grinned up at him and said, “Oh, I think that can be arranged.”
And it was arranged.
Sage’s heart rate increased, and she took a long, deep breath, hoping to steady her voice when she removed the last stitch of her clothing later that evening in Gabe’s bedroom. He lay naked in bed, propped against a pillow, and watched her strip through desire-filled eyes.
“Just remember I’m still a novice at this,” she said breathlessly. She felt electricity flow between them from across the room and wondered what there was about him that made every nerve in her body come alive with need.
“No other woman can or has pleased me more, Sage.”
She met his gaze, thinking that was an odd statement to make considering the number of women he probably had been involved with since puberty. For him to claim that she pleased him more than any in the past was hard to believe. “Why?”
He raised a brow. “Why what?”
“Why are you saying that to me? You don’t have to, you know.”
Gabe continued to hold her gaze. To him, every moment he spent with her including this one was important, and he wanted her to know it. He also wanted her to know how he felt but knew that because of her disillusionment with love, he had to tread lightly.
“I know I don’t have to say it, but I want to always be honest with you, like I want you to always be honest about things with me. And what I told you is true, Sage. No matter how many women have been in my past—and there aren’t as many as you may think—I’ve never enjoyed making love to them like I have to you.”
Naked, she came and sat on the edge of the bed. “But I still don’t understand why. I’m not all that experienced, at least with all the things you like doing.”
He smiled. “Yeah, and in a way that’s what makes it so special, like that night in your bathroom, after your bath. It was something you’d never done before, but you trusted me enough to try it and discovered it was something you enjoyed as well.”
She nodded. Yeah, I enjoyed it all right. With Gabe she’d discovered another side of her sexuality. In bed with him she felt sensuous, feminine and passionate. And at times, she also felt wanton and burning with a heat that only he could quench, which baffled her even more because Erol had not been an inconsiderate lover. And each time she and Erol had made love, they had shared passion. But it wasn’t of the magnitude of what she shared with Gabe. Gabe could make her wet and achy between her legs just by looking at her. He could make her nipples feel sensitive just by being in the same room with her. Making love with Erol had been good, but with Gabe it was overpowering, magnificent. It was like an adventure.
He knew how to explore new heights and take her there with him, all the way to the top. And he cherished her entire body. There was no part of it he didn’t want to kiss, touch or taste. Then there was his craving to try new and different positions, some she hadn’t thought possible, and he’d always made sure it was something she was ready to try. And so far she’d been game to anything he had introduced her to with no regrets.
Like now.
What he’d suggested at lunch was simple enough, and when she’d thought about it, she was surprised they hadn’t tried it before now. But Gabe had always taken the lead in their lovemaking, and she’d followed. But now he was giving her the chance to be the one in control, and she liked the idea.
“But why would I be able to please you that much, Gabe?” she asked, still wanting to know, needing to know.
Gabe inwardly sighed. She would not let up on her inquiries until he told her something that made perfect sense. It would be so easy to end her questions