Perfect Fit - Brenda Jackson [7]
Finding no reason to hold back any longer, she’d finally given in and consented to be Erol’s wife. The wedding was planned for June of next year, nine months from now. Everyone was happy—Erol, both sets of parents, their friends—and now, she admitted, so was she.
At times she wondered what had made her wait so long to agree to marry him. He was everything a woman could possibly want in a man—good-looking, trustworthy, just as neat and tidy as she was—and, she thought with a smile, he was good in bed.
Sage had taken her shower, gotten into bed and was halfway asleep when she heard the apartment door open. She stretched to a more comfortable position when she heard Erol cross the room and go into the bathroom for a shower.
Moments later when he eased into bed beside her and pulled her into his arms, she went willingly. Her heartbeat quickened, and her body automatically responded when he reached between her legs and began stroking her.
“I need you, baby,” he whispered, just moments before joining their mouths in a scorching kiss.
She closed her eyes, thinking that making love to him was the best stress reliever there was. A few moments later after removing their clothes, he almost had her purring.
By the time he entered her, he’d been able to successfully block a number of things from her mind—Mr. Poole’s arrogance, the long hours she had spent at the office that day and Nora’s less than desirable attitude while they had worked trying to come up with a better proposal. Instead of dwelling on any of those things, she let Erol take control of her mind and body as he pleasured her in ways only he could do.
“I love you,” he whispered, as he instinctively locked her legs with his and cupped her behind in his hand. He lifted her up to meet his hard, solid thrusts.
He kissed her again, taking her mouth in a possession that shook her to the core and made her body respond in pleasure so fierce it almost bordered on pain. Gasping, she let her body flow with the sensation he had built inside of her, and heat of the hottest kind washed over every part of her.
She heard him moan the same time she did as a climax tore into their bodies, forcing her to cry out his name just as loud as he was crying out hers. She felt him crush her against his body as he began pumping into her with a frenzy that made her suck in a startled breath, and she felt her body, as well as his, come again.
When finally, minutes later, she felt him slump against her, spent and just as exhausted as she was, she held him to her, wondering what had been the driving force behind their frantic lovemaking tonight. He had taken her with a force that had nearly bordered on obsession, desperation.
“I’m sorry, Sage.”
She lifted her brow, but before she could ask him what he was apologizing for, she heard his soft, even breathing, letting her know that just as quickly he had fallen asleep. She shifted their positions so she would not feel crushed beneath his weight and held him in her embrace.
Her gaze dropped to his features, and she thought he looked troubled about something, even while he slept. She wondered if perhaps a business deal had gone bad. But even if that was the case, that was no reason for him to be apologizing to her, so the words he had spoken before drifting off to sleep hadn’t made much sense.
Sage stroked his chest, deciding she would talk to him in the morning before she left for work. It wasn’t a long time after that before she, too, closed her eyes to sleep.
“Why did you apologize to me last night, Erol?”
In the awakening dawn that was flowing through their bedroom curtains, Sage could see the surprised look on Erol’s face. As was the norm, he was up early to go jogging.
He lifted a brow. “I apologized?” he asked, walking back over to the bed and sitting down on the edge of it, facing her.
“Yes,” she said, staring at him, studying his features. For some reason, even after a good night’s sleep he still looked beat. “After we made love and before you drifted off to sleep,