Perfect Fit - Brenda Jackson [110]
“All right?” he repeated. He wanted her to answer him, to confirm she was with him all the way.
“All right.”
“That’s good. Now lift up your skirt.”
Without thinking twice, she began inching up her skirt, and when it reached her waist, she saw his eyes widen in total surprise, or maybe shock was more like it. She cleared her throat, thinking she should explain.
“I stopped by the ladies’ room,” she said softly. “You seem to have a problem returning every pair of underwear you take off me, so I thought I’d play it safe this time and be prepared since I’m running low on stock at my place.”
The heat in his gaze flared as he looked at her, completely naked below the waist, and remembered the number of times he had confiscated her panties without returning them. He smiled, and without further thought he began easing down his zipper. “Smart thinking about the underwear, but I’m not sure you’ve played it safe, Sage.”
Thinking he meant protection, she touched the pocket of her jacket. “I brought condoms with me.”
He moved toward her as he began releasing himself from his jeans. His eyes stayed glued to that part of her that he wanted to be joined with. When he stood directly in front of her, he pushed her jacket from her shoulders before reaching down and touching her intimately. “You’re wet and ready.”
She nodded, knowing she couldn’t do anything but agree with him. But then that wasn’t all she was. She was hot to the core, and his touch was making things worse.
Before she could respond, his mouth came down on hers and swiped whatever words she was about to say from her lips. He kissed her with an urgency that stole her breath as he made every bone in her body melt. Then she felt him lift her, widen her legs apart to fit them around his waist. She felt the tip of him pressed against the entry to her, and when he suddenly increased the pressure of their kiss, she felt him ease inside.
He took a few steps forward and pressed her against the wall of the elevator as he began pumping into her. It was then that she remembered they were making love without using the condoms. She decided not to worry about it since she’d been on the pill since college, although she’d never told Gabe that.
She moaned deep within her throat at the thought that nothing, not even latex, separated them, and that he was inside of her and would hold nothing back when he came. Suddenly, she was filled with desperation to feel him release inside of her. She wanted the experience of having his hot semen bathe her insides.
Her muscles surrounding him tightened, and she began doing something he had taught her to do. She began milking him, clenching him, pulling everything out of him each time he pumped into her.
She heard the growling sound that he released from deep within his throat when he realized just what she was doing. His rhythm increased, and his hold on her hips tightened. He drew his mouth back, breaking their kiss as he continued to thrust frantically into her.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” The eyes staring into hers had taken on a darker shade than any she’d seen before.
“Yes,” she said, arching and moaning when he widened her legs to go inside her deeper.
His breathing escalated. “But we didn’t …”
She knew what he was about to say. “It’s all right. I’ve been on the pill since college, and even if there’s a slipup, Gabe, I’ll be fine. I would want your baby.”
Her words were like a catalyst that broke his control, as if the thought of her having his child was more than he could handle. He proved her right when he looked deep into her eyes and then totally lost it. His words become Swahili, French, German, all rolled into one, just moments before she heard his shout of pleasure from deep within his throat at the same time she felt a flood of warm liquid shoot into her body. His release triggered hers, and she continued to milk him, refusing to let up or let go. She wanted every drop