Touched (The Untouched Trilogy #2)(54)

He already knew enough and if I didn’t tell him now he would know within the next twenty-four hours. Quite frankly I was worried. What if I couldn’t keep this mistake quiet?

“You can tell me now or not. Either way I will find out.”

“Fine!” I replied. I exhaled and reluctantly began explaining the entire situation to him. I paid close attention to his demeanor. I didn’t want him to judge me for this. Had this come up a few months ago, I wouldn’t have given his reaction a second thought; I didn’t care what anyone thought regarding the way I chose to live my life. Now that I have him ... it matters. What he thinks of me matters. I found myself feeling embarrassed but I knew I needed to tell him everything.

I explained how I’d met Dane and what had happened in Venezuela. I told him that I had later learned that Dane was married and was going through a divorce. I went on to tell him that Dane had showed up at RPH one day out of the blue and had contacted me again recently. I further explained that Tiffany had called April some time ago but her first call to me was the call he’d just interrupted. Both Dane and Tiffany presented a threat but of a different type. Dane pretty much wanted me to keep quiet or lie and Tiffany wanted me to shout the truth to the mountain tops. Either way could be damaging for my career ... and Raine Industries. I had no idea how to handle this effectively, yet quietly. I had been in contact with my attorney but when I hadn’t heard anything from Tiffany, I had let it drop thinking they had resolved the situation without involving me.

“And that’s everything,” I said, concluding the story.

His jaws hardened and he shoved his hands through his hair. “I’ll take care of it.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean I’ll take care of it.” He walked into the study and closed the door behind him.

What the hell was this? Several minutes later he emerged from the study and strolled directly to the bar. I watched as he poured two drinks. He faced me and walked towards the couch.

“Have a drink,” he said, extending the glass to me.

What just happened? Was he upset with me?

“Aiden what’s going on?”

“Nothing that I can’t handle, now drink. You need to relax.”

I reached for the glass and sipped as I watched him, waiting for him to reveal the details of how it was being handled. I could see that he didn’t plan to divulge anything.

“What’s this?” I asked, looking at the glass.

“It’s apple cider cognac.”

“So are you planning to keep me in the dark?” I asked, taking a sip.

“The only thing I want you to be assured of is that the situation with the Patricks will be resolved. And as soon as there is an update, you’ll be the first to know. Now let’s set that aside for now and focus on us.”

What was he doing? How was he handling this?

“Stop worrying,” he said, and took a drink.

I needed to know what was going on. What had he done? What was he thinking of me?

My heart rate accelerated. He placed his drink on the table and cradled my face between his strong capable hands. “Stop it, Aria.”

“Aiden, you can’t just –”

“Look at me,” he commanded. He wasn’t playing fair. I stubbornly glanced into his dark fluid emeralds. “Stop it,” he whispered, leaning in, placing a kiss on my cheek. He moved his lips slowly back and forth across mine and softly kissed me, the taste of cognac on his lips. I moaned into his mouth. The taste of alcohol on his tongue and the intoxicating scent of just him … it was overkill. I was done.

“Is this what you came here for? To argue?” he asked, moving to my neck and planting a kiss below my earlobe. I leaned into him when he began gently sucking on my neck.

“You aren’t forthcoming with information that involves me so maybe it’s you who wants to argue. Is that what you want?” I whispered.

“You know what I want. What I always want,” he whispered, as he lightly licked my neck.

I knew what he wanted but I wanted to hear him say it. Virginia wanted to hear him say it.

“Tell me, what do you want Mr. Raine?”

He turned me so that I was no longer facing him, his body flush with mine. He slid his hand under my skirt and reached between my thighs, palming my sex. “I want this,” he whispered, his lips brazing my earlobe.

“Then take it baby. It’s yours,” I replied.

“Gladly … but first I need to take you up on your earlier offer to assist Kingston,” he murmured.

I turned around and fell to my knees; my hands were immediately on his crotch removing his shaft from its constraints, his thick cock falling heavily into my hand.

“Mmmm. It’s beautiful.” It was as if I hadn’t seen his royal highness in forever. I wanted it, everywhere – my mouth, my * … my ass. I lightly kissed the head as lust engorged his manhood, evidence of his desire flowing from the tip. I hungrily fluttered my tongue across the head; his taste was pure ambrosia; I could have literally sucked him dry. I gently stroked his length, fisting him from root to tip, eager for more of his sweet juice. At the first glimpse of more, I greedily licked it away. I moaned as I slid my lips over the wide crown, going down as far as I could, his rod touching the back of my throat. I began moving faster, my head frantically bobbing as I sought his climax.