Perfect Fit - Brenda Jackson [99]
“It’s getting hot in here,” Sage managed to whisper when Gabe released her mouth, but only long enough to lick away at her lips.
“You have too many clothes on,” he responded, nibbling at each corner of her mouth and using his tongue to repeatedly trace around it.
“Umm, that can be fixed.” In a move that she knew he would find brazen, she pulled out of his arms, and her hands went to the buttons at the front of her dress. She began undoing them one by one. She watched him through lowered lashes and couldn’t help noticing he was having difficulty breathing and even a hard time standing still as he watched her every move. When the front of her dress hung open and showed a black lace slip, she heard him groan.
Pushing the dress down past her shoulders, she stepped out of it and kicked it aside, and stood before him in her bra, slip, panties, and tights and snow boots. “Will you help me take my shoes off, Gabe?”
He nodded as he sat down. Standing before him, she lifted her leg onto his lap. He removed both of her shoes, and then stepping away from him, she reached under her slip for the waistband of her tights and began tugging them down. When she had taken them completely off and had also removed her slip, he barely found his voice upon seeing the wispy scrap of black lace covering her femininity. “I thought I had taken those.”
She smiled, remembering what had happened in the elevator the week before. “This is a matching pair.” Slowly easing down onto the sofa in front of him, she placed her knees between his widened muscular thighs and brought her breasts eye level with his gaze. The tips of her breasts strained against the lace material of her bra, and then he began using his tongue to lick through the thick fabric while stroking the soft skin of her lower belly. The world seemed to spin around her. His touch was making desire race through every, over every, nerve in her body.
And when his fingers gently skimmed her inner thighs, she couldn’t take any more and lowered her lips to his and whispered, “Make love to me, Gabe.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Sage opened her eyes the moment Gabe placed her in the middle of his bed. She’d always wondered how it would feel to be swept off her feet, and now she knew. He had gently scooped her up into his arms and strode up the stairs to his bedroom.
She watched as he took a step back and kicked off his shoes, and when a chill touched her body, she moved to pull back his thick quilt.
“Going someplace?” he asked, smiling, as he pulled the belt from his pants.
“I’m a little cold and thought I’d get under the covers.”
He nodded as he continued to watch while she snuggled beneath the covers. His bed would be filled with her scent, and he intended to become entrenched in her feminine aroma. “I’m going to warm you.”
“Are you?” A bewitching smile curved her lips.
“You can count on it,” he said, chuckling softly as he removed his shirt.
He watched her watch him as he unzipped his pants and slowly took them off, leaving him clad only in his briefs. Her gaze ran the full length of him from head to toe but seemed to concentrate on his center that was bulging, solid and hard as a rock through his underwear. He had no shame with her seeing just what she did to him and just how much he wanted her.
“I want our first time to go slow, Sage.”
“Slow,” she repeated, not taking her eyes off him when he tugged at the elastic waistband of his briefs. He saw her gaze fixed on that very spot as if it was glued to it. And when he completely uncovered himself, the expression on her face was priceless.
“Oh, my.”
A smile tilted his lips as her words whispered through sultry lips. “Is that a good thing?”
She met his gaze and smiled. “Yeah, looks pretty good to me.” Her attention returned to his erection. “As good as it gets.” She then