Perfect Fit - Brenda Jackson [107]
He’d told her to pretend she was riding a horse. She had never ridden a horse before, but had seen enough westerns on television to know how it was done. So she caged his thighs between hers as she created a rhythm. She refused to close her eyes for wanting to watch him. She wanted to see his eyes darken with need, glisten with greed and flare with the passion she was stirring.
His hand held her hips as she rode him to her heart’s content, and each time she went down to him, met his strokes, she felt the contractions that shook his body. Then moments later it came … the same time as his. She cried out his name when the first tremors slammed through her, catching her in a stampede of sensations she had never felt before. And when she bore her hips down on him for deeper penetration, he tightened his hold on her, thrusting upward, his body bucking uncontrollably.
It was during that precise moment that they both found the peace as well as the pleasure they needed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“So, have you made out with Gabe Blackwell yet?”
Sage met Rose’s inquisitive smile from across the breakfast table. Rose shot straight from the hip and didn’t believe in wasting time finding out anything that she wanted to know. As soon as Sage had picked her up from the airport, she had been a bundle of questions, first about the weather and then about work. Now that the preliminaries were out of the way, it seemed Rose planned to zero in on her love life.
Sage’s body became hot when she remembered just how many times she had “made out” with Gabe. “Yes,” she admitted, smiling. She leaned back in her chair, knowing her friend probably wanted the nitty-gritty details, but she wasn’t planning on giving her any. What she shared with Gabe was too special and not open for discussion.
Rose smiled excitedly. “I’m happy for you, Sage. I had worried about you after that Erol episode.”
Sage lifted a brow. “Worried about me in what way?”
“I was worried that you would never find another man to trust as well as to love.”
Sage frowned. Love? Who said anything about love? Her heart began racing at what Rose was insinuating. She cared for Gabe deeply. She respected him, enjoyed being with him and definitely enjoyed making love with him…. But love had nothing to do with it. With love came total and complete trust, and she’d been there before with a man. She trusted Gabe in a way she hadn’t thought she could another person this soon, but trusting him with her heart was too much to consider doing. Love involved too many emotions, and they were emotions she didn’t want to encounter just yet. She liked the level to which they had taken their relationship, without the issue of love being involved. Jeez! She had just worked through the trust factor with him.
Sage met Rose’s gaze. “I don’t love Gabe, Rose.”
Rose lifted a surprised brow. “Sure you do. What other reason would you have for sleeping with him?”
Sage shrugged. “For a number of reasons. I like him and he’s good in bed.”
Rose shook her head, frowning. “No, Sage, that’s my line, not yours. For you there has to be more, and deep down I had to finally admit that’s what I envied about you. You’ve never sold yourself short and settled for less than what you wanted or deserved. All women need a man to love and who will love them in return. You had that with Erol, and I believe you can have that with Gabe. You’ve never settled for a loveless relationship, so why do you want me to believe that you’re doing so now?”
For the longest time Sage couldn’t answer her. It was not surprising that she didn’t have anything to say, especially when she had to admit that she’d told herself many times that the emotions Gabe stirred up within her were more turbulent than those she’d