Touched (The Untouched Trilogy #2)(27)

I struggled to pull my hands from his grasp. I wanted to touch him. He released my wrists and turned me to face the door. He pressed his rock-hard frame against mine and nipped my ear as his hands traveled along my body. His mouth was on my neck, kissing and licking. In one swift movement my sweatpants and panties were at my ankles and he was on his knees, spreading my ass apart. I moaned as his tongue prodded the tight hole. I reached for his head and pushed it in further, rotating my ass in his mouth. He stood and scooped me up. Our lips and tongues tousling as he swiftly carried me to the bedroom. He severed our kiss and dropped me on the bed. We were both panting as we stared at each other. I reached for his waist and with anxious hands, I hurriedly unbuttoned his jeans. He pushed my hands away and pulled out his big beautiful cock. I gasped upon seeing the vast satisfying image of what I’d been fantasizing about for months. Not removing his pants, he shoved me back on the bed and pushed my legs apart. He was in me within seconds. I screamed, digging my nails in his back at the first deep intrusive thrust.



*****



I awoke and noticed that we were spooning. Aiden’s breathing was steady, his face buried in my hair. I glimpsed at the bedside table and saw that it was 5 o’clock. I hadn’t planned on sleeping here. I slowly eased from his embrace. I didn’t want to blur the lines of an already abstruse relationship. Spending the night was not part of the plan nor is it an option for any future romps. This was sex. Nothing more.

I eased out of bed and turned to look at him; he was gorgeous even when he was asleep. He was uncovered and gloriously naked. His arm lay above his head and his face was turned toward the cup of his elbow. His hair was mussed and his body was … well I could get myself off just by looking at him. His chest revealed magnificently sculpted pecks and his stomach boasted just about the most perfect abs I’d ever seen, let alone touched. His thighs were muscular; not overly so, just that right amount to suggest intense power behind every movement. I slowly covered him and watched a few moments more as he slept. I thought back to the conversation we’d begun after we had fallen onto the bed, exhausted from multiple excruciatingly satisfying orgasms.

“I’m perfectly fine with the arrangement of sex and nothing more, but you will want more.”

“Oh and why is that?” I asked.

“I’m going to make you want more,” he said.

I slipped out as he slept. I would see him later at RPH for one final meeting this morning before he left town. I dressed in the hallway and went in search of my bag, remembering it had fallen near the entrance last night. It was lying beside the door. I picked it up and left the penthouse.



*****



I walked into the RPH building shortly after 8 o’clock. I was certain that Aiden would have texted about my slipping out by now, but nothing. At the very least, I half expected to hear from him in an effort to maintain momentum if nothing else. I walked into the conference room and he was already there … ever the consummate professional, in total business mode. He barely looked up when I entered. “Good morning, Miss Cason,” he said, and returned to the papers in front of him.

“Good morning Mr. Raine,” I replied, confused as to the chill in his tone. It was as if he hadn’t been inside me a few hours ago. I should’ve been relieved that he wasn’t behaving differently but I wasn’t. That’s when I admitted to myself that I couldn’t do the just sex thing with him. I just couldn’t.



*****



“Excellent work everyone. I trust you all can iron out the remaining details. I have a tight schedule over the next week so I need to leave earlier than I’d anticipated. Should you need anything, please contact Brooklyn.” And with that, he stood and walked out without even so much as a glance at me. Was that his idea of making me want more? I f*cking hated him.

I poured myself into my work over the next few weeks, successfully shutting out most of my thoughts of Aiden. It was the week before Thanksgiving and I was bringing a close to my day. One more day and I would be out of the office for eleven consecutive days, nine of which would be spent with my family. I opened my desk for my phone just as Raina popped in.

“Mr. Raine asked that I personally deliver this to you,” she said, passing me a sealed envelope.

What is it this time? “Thank you Raina,” I said, taking the envelope and placing it on my desk. Once she closed the door behind her, I opened it. It was a piano-shaped flash drive. I looked in the envelope and found a small piece of paper.



Call me once you listen to this.

-A.



Our communications over the last few weeks had been strictly professional so, of course, I was intrigued.

I briefly considered listening to whatever it was but ultimately decided against it and placed it on my desk. I had too many loose ends to tie up before the holiday to get caught up in his shenanigans. Mom, Lia and Bianca were flying to Boston tomorrow afternoon. I was so excited to spend the Thanksgiving holiday with them. I certainly didn’t need Aiden’s black cloud hanging over my head while they were here. I quickly finished my last email and powered off my computer.





CHAPTER EIGHT

Mom and my sisters would be arriving later this afternoon. If they weren’t too tired from traveling we’d be going out for dinner. Tomorrow we’d prepare our Thanksgiving menu, each of us would be assigned one entrée that we’d prepare individually and the other foods, we’d prepare together. We were also planning a shopping trip to the whole foods store that Raina had suggested. We were more excited than we could express as evidenced by the increased calls and texts over the last few days. It was important for us all, my first holiday with my family since college … our first holiday where it actually felt like a family in years.