She watched him pick his fork up.
“Does that mean you’ll spend the day with me?” He raised a forkful of cake to her lips.
“Most definitely.” She took the cake he offered. She’d have to find a recipe for this dessert.
“Do you want to see the rest of the house, or do you want to finish your cake?” He slipped his hand under the hem of her sweater and rubbed her lower back.
It wasn’t fair that his hands were so smooth. No matter how much hand lotion she used, her hands stayed dry and rough all winter long. She was about to comment on that when his fingers moved up her back. Heat radiated in every direction. Why had she picked such a heavy sweater tonight?
“This will be here later.” Ruth put down her fork.
Warren gifted her with a sensuous smile, one that hinted he intended to give her more than just a tour upstairs. With what she hoped was a smile she stood, ignoring her stomach’s flip-flops as her pulse raced.
He kept her pulled close as they walked down the hallway and up the magnificent staircase in the foyer. The entire mansion
was silent. She couldn’t hear any noise from outside. Even in the dead of night she could hear cars driving by her apartment building. Here the only sound was their footsteps as they crossed the marble floor and climbed the stairs.
“I can’t believe you ever leave here. It’s amazing.”
Ruth walked into what Warren told her was his mother’s private sitting room. For a moment, guilt told her to leave; the room belonged to a complete stranger. How would she feel if someone walked into her bedroom? Then again, she wasn’t alone. Warren stood next to her, and he had offered her a tour.
Warren glanced around the room then looked at her again. “I do love it here. It’s hard to leave sometimes.” He leaned closer to her, his lips inches away from hers. “It’ll be even harder to go now.” He kissed her, leaving her with no doubt about what he meant.
Concern over standing in his mother’s sitting room evaporated from her thoughts. The only thing she could focus on was Warren and the way his lips moved against hers. Stepping closer, she pressed her body against his as he traced her lips with his tongue. Ruth didn’t hesitate. She opened her mouth and rubbed her tongue against his, eliciting a groan from Warren. Then suddenly he pulled back.
“There’s one more room up here.” His voice came out as a ragged whisper.
She knew what room he meant. She swallowed. “Show me.”
Chapter 6
Warren led her into a corner room. Immediately, her eyes zeroed in on the huge bed covered with a navy blue bedspread. When she heard the door close, she took in a deep breath and turned, hoping he’d come to her. At the moment, she wasn’t sure her legs would carry her to him.
Ruth watched him walk toward her, acutely aware of his tall athletic physique. Despite the love and desire telling her this was right, panic momentarily set in. Sure she’d fooled around a bit, but she was still a virgin. While she knew most of her friends were having sex, and had been for a long time, she’d decided to wait, much to the dismay of a few boyfriends. She didn’t want to have sex just to have sex. She wanted it to be with someone she loved and who returned the feeling.
And here he stood.
What about Warren? He’d never discussed his sex life with her; she assumed he’d slept with a few women. She’d seen pictures of the beautiful women he’d dated.
It doesn’t matter. He’s here with me now. The silent reminder pushed away the panic. Then he gathered her in his arms and kissed along her jaw until he reached her mouth. As Warren ravaged her mouth, his hand disappeared under her sweater and cupped her breast. His finger dipped inside her bra and caressed her nipple.
Ruth leaned into his hand and tore her lips away from his, the need to tell him how she felt overwhelming her. “I love you.” She kissed his neck and then his cheek before she went back to his mouth again.
Warren walked her backward until her legs hit the bed. “Can we get rid of this?” He grabbed the bottom of her sweater and paused.
Grabbing the material from him, she yanked it over her head. “Since we’re getting rid of clothes, do you need any help?” Ruth undid the top button of his shirt. “Or do you want to do it yourself?” She slipped the next button from its hole.
“It’s all yours.” He unzipped her skirt and pushed it down her hips.
Ruth undid all the buttons and pulled away, so she could enjoy the view. It had been a while since she’d seen him without a shirt. She liked the subtle changes she saw now. He’d always been athletic, but now his muscles were more defined. Unable to look at all that naked flesh and not touch it, she ran a hand over his heart and down his stomach.
“Time for this to go.” Warren’s hands skimmed across her back, and he unclasped her bra.
She took a step forward intent on pressing her body against his. He wouldn’t let her. Instead his gaze left her face and raked across her body. When he looked up at her again, there was no mistaking the passion in his eyes. “I could look at you all night.” He took her nipple in his mouth, sending red-hot heat to her core.
Ruth moaned and let Warren push her onto the bed. She’d never ached like this before. Her body wanted his touch everywhere. Grabbing his ass as a way to get him closer, she realized he still wore his pants. “We forgot something.” She went for his belt buckle, but he stood before she could do anything.
Warren ditched the rest of his clothes and rejoined her on the bed. When he pulled her tightly against him, she hooked her leg over his thigh, hoping he’d get the hint. More than anything, she wanted him to touch her. Warren didn’t keep her waiting. And when he slipped a finger inside her, she grabbed his shoulders and hung on as he teased her to the breaking point.