She captured her lower lip between her teeth, and his eyes were automatically drawn to her frosted pink painted lips. They were lush and inviting. His cock stirred in his pants and he groaned inwardly.
Not being able to control himself he reached out and touched her cheek with the back of his hand. Her skin felt like satin to the touch and he stepped closer, closing the gap between them.
He needed to feel more of her and he was powerless to stop himself. Her breath became ragged as their eyes locked and he saw the fire burning in hers that reflected his body's reaction.
He had to have her, at least one kiss. One. Technically she didn't start work for him until tomorrow. Technically.
As if waiting for the inevitable kiss, she inhaled sharply as he slowly lowered his mouth to hers, giving her a chance to back away. His hand slipped from her cheek to the back of her head and he fisted her long satiny locks, tilting her face up a fraction more and then capturing her lips with his own.
Beth slipped her palms up his chest and to his shoulders. She moaned as his lips touched hers, her body melting against him. Her touch and her moan set off fireworks within Roth. His cock hardened almost instantaneously as he slipped a hand around her waist and pulled her tight to him, his erection pressing hard against her stomach.
Her lips parted and he took full advantage of the opportunity, slipping his tongue between her soft lips and exploring her mouth fully tasting the sweetness of the wine on her tongue. His tongue caressed hers, as his hand slid to her backside and he pulled her groin tighter against him.
Fuck he wanted her. Needed her. He didn't think he'd ever wanted a woman so much. What was it about this woman that set him aflame? He had no idea, but she was special. She was a classic beauty that didn't even know it. She was genuine and in the span of a few minutes a day for several months she'd managed to enchant him.
He groaned against her lips and the temptation to lift her up onto his hips and carry her to his bedroom so he could ravage her became too great to withstand. So he released her, stepping back so quickly he nearly stumbled in his haste.
"I'm sorry," he muttered.
He wasn't.
Disappointment flashed in her eyes and she gave him a shy smile. "Don't be."
They stood several feet from each other, both reeling from the kiss and the feelings that came with it. "I'll see you in the morning Ruby. Thank you for a great evening."
A soft rose colour touched her cheeks. "Good night Roth" Without another word she turned and slowly made her way to her room as he watched.
He even loved the way she said his name, Roth. it seemed to roll off her tongue sounding seductive and enticing. What is that saying? If she turns she wants you? He pondered it as he watched her round bottom sway under the fine black material covering it. Damn, what he would love to do to that ass...
As Ruby reached for the door handle of her bedroom, she paused and looked over her shoulder at him. Their eyes locked again, and he suddenly felt like a school boy with a crush.
Get it together, you've dated super models, actresses and heiress' for fucks sakes! But none of them were like or compared to the sweet blonde from the coffee shop. Giving her a half wave he turned and marched off to his own room with the intention of taking care of the throbbing problem in his pants.
Roth stood there, again still starring at the close door of her bedroom, a sound of someone clearing throat brought him back to his senses, he quickly turned and saw Tristan, standing there, arms crossed to his chest, starring at Roth.
"Oh Tristan! What's up?" Roth said, trying to make his voice as normal as possible. He was trying not to make whatever had happened obvious to Tristan, hell! He had not even introduced him to her fully.
"Who is she?" Tristan asked, his voice felt heavy, with slight anger laced at the tone.
Roth cleared his throat, " Uhm, she is ruby. The new cook" he almost didn't want to look at Tristan's eyes after what he had seen last night, it bothered him to see a look of sadness hung on his face even though Tristan had woefully tried to mask it.
"New cook? Isn't she supposed to be off work by now?" Tristan asked, not liking the idea of Roth allowing someone else in the mansion, especially a woman.
"Uhm, I allowed her stay here, she will be living with us for some time" Roth answered, he didn't miss the look of anger on Tristan's face, which he woefully tried to hide, Roth wondered why he had gotten angry, well Tristan had right to be angry since he never told him about employing a cook, or letting him know they will be having a third occupant in the mansion, not wanting to prolong the issue, Roth did not bother asking Tristan why he was looking mad.
Tristan nodded, " Okay, whatever you want,"
"What? What do you mean whatever I want? You don't like the idea?" Roth asked. Now, he was beginning to get a little more concerned with Tristan's attitude, " What is wrong?" He asked, walking over to Tristan, his hand softly resting on his shoulder, " Is it about Sally?" Or is it because I didn't get the chance to discuss it with you?"
Tristan felt goosebumps sprouting across his skin the moment Roth's flesh touched his. He swallowed hard, not wanting to look at Roth in the eye, if their eyes met, he would let his g down, he just couldnt afford destroying his friendship with Roth, not now, not ever, " It is nothing, Sally and I are good. I think I am just stressed. "
Not giving Roth the chance to say anything further, he headed straight into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.