Perfect Fit - Brenda Jackson [71]
Sage heard herself moan … or was it Gabe. She didn’t know, nor did she care. All that mattered was that he was kissing her, devouring her, and she was enjoying every tantalizing minute of it.
All too soon he ended the kiss, but not totally. He traced the outline of her lips and continued licking, nibbling and thoroughly tasting her lips as he intermittently whispered between each sensuous tongue attack, “You’re not stupid. I’m the one who’s stupid for saying what I did last night. I’m sorry, Sage.”
Since Gabe had her lips engaged in something that had her bones turning to mush, she couldn’t say anything. She could only nod her head. She was sorry, too. Sorry that some woman had hurt him so badly that he was distrustful to this degree.
Distrustful. She certainly knew how that felt.
There was so much she wanted to say to him. More than anything, she wanted to assure him that he was not Erol’s substitute, but the sexual chemistry between them was in total control, making them use their lips and tongues for other things than talking.
He finally loosened his grip on her waist and rubbed his thumb against the smoothness of her cheek and the wetness of her mouth. “I guess we better get out of here before they call in the mechanics,” he murmured, nearly breathless.
Still unable to speak, she nodded. He pulled her to his side after pushing the button that started the elevator moving again. When they reached the bottom floor and the elevator doors opened, Sage had to blink against the brightness of the daylight after having spent the past fifteen minutes in dim lighting.
Gabe grabbed hold of her hand, entwining his fingers in hers as he led her through the glass door. “I’m parked over here.”
They said nothing as they walked together to his car, still holding hands. He opened the car door for her and then adjusted the seat belt around her, snapping it in place.
Sage watched as Gabe walked around to his side of the car to get in. Before starting the car, he leaned over and kissed her again. This one was a lot gentler than the one they’d shared in the elevator. Moments later, he pulled back. “We need to talk, Sage,” he said huskily.
She let out a long, deep breath. “I know.”
He then started the car. Sage remained silent, trying to gather her thoughts on what she would say to him. Should she tell him about her trip to Texas to meet with Erol? Would he see that as the inability to let go instead of seeing it as the ability to move on? She shook her head, not knowing what she should do.
“How long will it take you to pack?”
Sage, who had been looking out the window deep in thought, turned and gave Gabe a sidelong glance. “Excuse me?”
When he brought the car to a stop at a traffic light, he met her gaze. “I asked, how long will it take for you to pack?”
Sage raised a brow in confusion. “Pack for what?”
“The weekend. I was dead serious when I told Mayhew that you were spending the weekend with me at my place, Sage.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Sage’s eyebrows shot up. “Your place for the weekend?” At his nod, she said, “But, there’s a lot we need to discuss.”
With a slow smile, Gabe said, “And we can do it this weekend at my place, Sage. I’m not trying to rush you into anything; in fact, there’re several guest rooms in my home. All I want is for us to be able to spend time together and talk. I’ve been to your place before; now you can come to mine.”
“But for the entire weekend?” she asked with a frown, not sure this was the right route for them to take.
“Yes. After our talk there’s a lot we can do this weekend, even though it’s supposed to snow again. You mentioned over dinner the other night that you’d never gone fishing. That’s something we can do