Touched (The Untouched Trilogy #2)(56)

He took a sip of his wine. “Now the jeans.”

My * was already throbbing. I unbuttoned my jeans and slowly eased the zipper down. I reached for my waist.

“Wait. Turn around. And bend over as you pull them down,” he said, his voice a velvet whisper.

Fuck, f*ck, f*ck. I was so close to shoving my fingers in my * and masturbating right there in front of him. I turned and did as he instructed; I bent over as I slid the jeans down my thighs and stepped out of them.

“Damn Aria. I want that ass baby,” he said, as I stood. I turned to face him and saw his hand sliding over his crotch. His gaze had transitioned into the dark green gaze that sent shivers through me.

“Take off your bra,” he said.

I swallowed the lump of eroticism in my throat as I tore my eyes away from Kingston and unfastened my bra. I slid my fingertips beneath the straps, lifting them from my shoulders and allowed the bra to drop at my feet.

My breasts were already heavy and tender. I looked up at him and my nipples hardened under his heavy-lidded glare.

His tongue darted over his bottom lip as he took me in. “What are you waiting for? Take off the panties.”

My hands were on my hips preparing to do as he’d instructed but he shook his head. “Turn around and bend over,” he said, his voice low and husky.

I followed his instructions and turned away from him. I grasped the top of my panties and peeled them off, bending over giving him what he wanted. I heard his sudden intake of breath and smiled, reveling in his torture. I stepped out of them, turned around and tossed the panties at him.

“I know how much you get off on smelling them,” I said. He smiled and looked at the panties; they were already wet. He brought them to his mouth and licked the traces of my essence and I nearly passed out. I squeezed my thighs together so tightly that I thought I would fall over.

“Have a seat,” he said, tossing the panties in the pile with the other clothes.

I walked to the table and sat across from him.

Needless to say, we didn’t finish dinner….



*****



The weekend passed much too quickly. In line with his rule, I was naked all weekend and I finally persuaded him to at least give me the pleasure of seeing him in his boxer briefs and one of the snug t-shirts that perfectly accentuated his physique. I lost track of the number of orgasms he’d given me. I was sore as hell and each step reminded me of that.

I finally saw the birthday invitation that he was planning to show me before the Tiffany Patrick bullshit. He hadn’t said anything further about the phone call but I needed to know what was going on. I needed to know what he was planning.

Aiden was preparing to leave town. Although he wouldn’t be gone as long this time, I already missed him.





CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

My sisters had been adapting to life in Boston exceptionally well, having forged new friendships while also staying connected to their friends in Dayton. One day I’d overheard them discussing an upcoming senior trip; neither one of them wanted to go. I didn’t want to push but I thought it would be good for them. It was a hard sell but I’d convinced them that it was important that they grasp everything life had to offer; Mom would have wanted that. They eventually agreed and were headed to Aspen with some friends for the weekend, leaving me home impatiently awaiting Aiden’s return.

*Meet me at RPH within the hour.*

*You’re here? I didn’t expect you until Friday.*

*Something came up.*

*What?*

*Just meet me Aria. I’ll see you soon.*

Well f*ck. What was that about? It was after 4 o’clock. I hadn’t undressed yet, so I grabbed my purse and headed back to the office.

I was in the RPH elevator and pulled out my phone to text Aiden.

*I’m here. Where are you?*

*In the conference room.* he replied.

I approached the conference room to see four security detail posted outside the door. I slowed my steps as I surveyed them. What was going on?

“Miss Cason, Mr. Raine asks that you come right in,” one of them said.

He held the door open for me and I stepped in. Aiden looked up as I entered; he didn’t look himself. He was just as gorgeous as ever but there was a distance in his eyes.

“Hello Aria,” he said, standing to greet me. He didn’t call me Princess. Although I’d asked him not to at work, I was surprised that he didn’t seeing that we hadn’t seen each other in nearly a week.

“Hi,” I replied, meekly.

“Have a seat,” he said, motioning toward the chair beside him.

“Aiden, what’s going on?” I asked.

“The situation with the Patricks. They’re here,” he replied.

“I don’t understand.”

“Aria, I’m going to handle this. You’re here because you should be privy to the conversation but beyond that, I wish for you to remain silent,” he replied, firmly.

I was about to refute his order. He held up his hand, shaking his head indicating I was not to test his patience on this.

“Aria, today is not a day to endeavor going head to head with me. Just do as I say please.” His face was stern and I could see that if I even attempted to fight him on this, it would be bad.

He pressed a button on the side of the table and four security detail filed into the office.