Perfect Fit - Brenda Jackson [73]
The thought of what she was doing made hot, rich desire flow through every pore in his body. He felt his body harden and his erection grew thick against his jeans.
He briefly closed his eyes, wondering how in hell he could have thought that he could bring her here and engage in any type of meaningful conversation with her without wanting to make love to her. He wanted to devour every inch of her in very delectable pieces, and that was only after making love to her all night long and all day through, in every position known to man and even a few that man didn’t know about yet. He was feeling very creative.
Gabe didn’t think he could last much longer when he watched as Sage tilted her head back, exposing a long, beautiful neck, and took a long swallow of what was left of his wine. And when she licked her lips afterward, he breathed in deeply and slowly turned around.
He met her gaze, and the look on her face was priceless, hot, aroused. Then he felt it again, that same powerful sexual chemistry that had the ability to render them defenseless. More than anything he wanted to touch her but knew that would defeat everything, especially her purpose for being there. They had to talk first.
“Do you like your room?” he forced himself to ask in a voice that didn’t sound like his own.
She nervously licked her lips again, and seconds later a pleasing smile appeared on them. “Yes. It’s simply beautiful and so wonderfully decorated. Christopher’s wife did an excellent job. Everything is so color coordinated, so feminine and so perfect.”
Gabe smiled. And just to think he had teased Maxi about overdoing it. “I’ll tell her you said that.” He moved away from the window and appreciated that since the lights in the room were turned down low, the dimness kept his erection from being so obvious.
He glanced down at the glass she held in her hand. “Would you like another drink?”
Sage also glanced down at the empty wineglass. A wave of amusement filled her, and she couldn’t help but chuckle. “I was thirsty,” she said, explaining why she had drunk his wine.
He nodded, smiling. “So I see.” He then checked his watch. “Are you hungry?”
She shook her head. “No, I had a big lunch, but if you want to fix—”
“No,” he quickly interrupted. “I’m fine.”
Gabe’s hands balled into fists at his sides. He wasn’t fine. All he could think about was what had happened last night in her apartment with his mouth feeding, devouring, making love to hers.
He blinked when he realized she had said something. “I’m sorry, I missed that. What did you say?”
Sage smiled. “I asked if you wanted to start our talk now?”
He wanted to do more than talk but decided not to tell her that. “Do you?”
Sage shrugged. “We may as well. Then we can enjoy the rest of our weekend doing all those outside activities.”
Gabe considered what she’d said for a moment. The activities he wanted to do with her were definitely inside activities. “All right, we’ll talk.”
He motioned for her to sit on the sofa, and to be on the safe side, instead of sitting next to her, he took a chair across from her. He watched as she nervously tapped her hand on the table separating them.
She glanced up at him. “I need to know where you want our relationship to go, Gabe.”
He slowly lifted a dark brow. “Where do you want it to go?”
Sage shrugged. “I’m not sure. We tried the friendship thing, and it didn’t go over too well. There’s a part of me that feels I should give myself more time before becoming seriously involved with someone. But then there’s another part that feels I need to do whatever I have to to move on and put the past behind me. And before you ask, no, this isn’t about Erol or any feelings I may still have for him. It’s a decision about me and how I want to live my life.”
She leaned back on the sofa before continuing. “Because I was involved in