Perfect Fit - Brenda Jackson [109]
Hunger of the sexual kind in a woman who intends to take matters into her own hands and do something about it.
That realization made his pulse pound. It also made his body react in the most reflexive way. He wondered how long she’d been standing there, watching him work.
She must have read the questions because she cast him a somewhat nervous smile and said, “I’ve been here for a few minutes. The security guard let me in after I convinced him I had a surprise for you.”
Gabe nodded as he watched her wet her lower lip with the tip of her tongue. “And do you?” he asked softly, feeling his gut clench and his lower body get harder by the second. Boy, was he aroused.
She looked at him, bemused. “And do I what?”
He smiled. “Have a surprise for me?”
She thought about the reason she was there, her urgent need to see him, but inwardly admitted that it went a bit farther than that. She had felt a compelling need to be with him, lie with him, make love with him—on the desk, on the floor—she didn’t care. She’d never felt this intense before, this naughty. Nor had she ever had the urge to be reckless or spontaneous. But then, wasn’t it Gabe who’d told her last month, after robbing her of her panties in the elevator, that there was nothing wrong with recklessness and spontaneity every once in a while?
“I don’t know about a surprise, but I desperately wanted to see you,” she finally said, openly and honestly.
“For you to admit something like that is a surprise, Sage,” he responded, standing up from his desk and coming around to sit on the edge of it.
Sage was first drawn to his attire, a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. She remembered he had been at the job site a great portion of the day. She was then drawn to his midsection. He wanted her. His erection was plenty proof enough.
“I’m glad you came. I’ve been thinking about you,” he said hoarsely.
His words pulled her out of her reverie, and she met his gaze. “You have?”
“Yes. In fact, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
She nodded, pleased by that. “I’ve been thinking about you, too.” She swallowed. “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”
“No, like I said, I’ve been thinking about you all day. Besides, I’m due for a break.” He crossed the room and taking her hand in his said softly, “Come with me.”
Together they walked through the reception area of his office and to the elevator that was across the hall. All was quiet. It was obvious that everyone had gone home. The entire building was technically closed and empty except for the security guard on the first floor. She wondered where Gabe was taking her when the elevator arrived and they stepped in.
His hand went to the panel, and he pressed the button. When the elevator began moving, she asked, “Where are we going?”
He reached out and pressed a button on the panel that suddenly made the moving elevator come to a stop. He then leaned back against the elevator wall and met her gaze. “Nowhere.”
She blinked, at first not understanding until she saw his hand lower to the zipper of his jeans.
“I once asked you if you’d ever made love in an elevator, Sage, and you said you hadn’t. I want to change that today. Is that all right with you?”
Sage blinked again and inwardly admitted that she had come to his office to make love but had figured they would do it in his office, not in an elevator. The thought of making out in his office was bad enough—but an elevator…. What if someone caught them?
Evidently Gabe read her mind and said, “Everyone in their right mind has gone home for the day. But we aren’t in our right minds, are we, Sage?”
Sage shook her head. She couldn’t speak for him, but she certainly felt crazy with desire. “No.”
He smiled. “And I agree. So this is what we’re going to do to cure this insanity of ours. I’m going to make love to you here, right now, hard and fast. All right?”
Sage nodded. The visual picture that formed