Perfect Fit - Brenda Jackson [64]
“I had a great time tonight,” he said huskily, taking a step that brought them even closer.
“So did I,” she responded softly.
He took another step, an even closer step, and she felt the hardness of his erection pressed against her midsection. He wanted her to know just how his body was responding to her nearness.
She blinked, then looked up and watched him lowering his head toward her. She began to tremble in anticipation. And as desire swirled through her, she felt her lashes flutter closed at the same time his mouth came down on hers.
The touch of his lips to hers sent powerful shivers of awareness through her. On instinct, she reached out and encircled her arms around his neck as he slicked his tongue gently across her lips, filling her senses. Of its own accord her mouth parted to take his tongue inside, and he began pleasuring her in ways she hadn’t known existed. He gently nibbled, sucked and flitted and explored every recess of her mouth. His tongue stroked deeply, sensuously, coaxing her to share in the erotic kiss he was bestowing upon her with a hunger that took her breath away and made the warmth between her legs intensify.
She heard the guttural growl that emitted from deep within his throat that was purely primitive and purely male. And she couldn’t do anything but follow his lead, devouring him as much as he seemed to be devouring her, drawing his tongue into her mouth and feasting on it, greedily, hungrily and without any sense of shame.
She felt his hand rub softly against her bare back the exact moment his fingers slipped beneath the back waistline of her dress and sensually caressed the soft flesh of her bare backside left exposed by her thong panties.
She knew without being told that they had already gone beyond what was proper for a first date. It wouldn’t take much for her to begin inching down his zipper to release what she felt hot and heavy against her midsection.
Something, she didn’t know what, sent out a warning to put an end to what they were doing. It could have been another apartment door closing in the background, or it could have been the fact that if they continued much longer, both their tongues would be sucked raw. Whatever it was, at long last, he lifted his head to end the kiss. But he let his hand stay just where he had it, cupping her bare bottom.
She breathed in deeply as a semblance of common sense returned. And with it came the realization of what type of kiss they had shared. It had definitely not been a kiss for a first date. Not even a kiss for a second one. And it sure as heck didn’t seem quite proper that he was still standing close to her with his erection still cradled nicely between her thighs, jabbing her midsection while his hand was cupping the soft flesh of her bottom. But he didn’t make a move to correct the situation. He evidently had her right where he wanted her—both in the front and in the back—and shamefully she admitted that at the moment, she was right where she wanted to be, too.
“Sexual chemistry is a powerful thing, isn’t it?” Gabe finally said huskily, with his gaze glued to her wetted, swollen lips. He basked in the knowledge that he had made them that way.
“Is that what this is?” she asked, totally unsure of just what had them in such a state.
“Yes.”
She nodded, willing to believe whatever he said. “Is it always this powerful?” she asked, wanting to know.
Gabe shook his head, totally blown away by her question. Did it mean that she’d never felt desire this intense before? Not even with her ex-fiancé whom she’d been with for five years? “No, it’s never been this way for me before, and I’ve probably been involved in a lot more relationships than you,” he said in response to her question.
Knowing that was true, she said,