Touched (The Untouched Trilogy #2)(70)

I was starting to get cold so we chose to postpone the horseback riding for a future visit. I was secretly relieved because I wasn’t particularly looking forward to embarrassing myself. We entered the house all smiles, our fingers interlaced. Everyone, including the Lanes, was sitting around the fire having what appeared to be a very boring conversation. They looked up as we entered and Connor asked to speak with Aiden in private. The playful energy Aiden had exuded all morning instantly vanished, being replaced with a different kind of energy. He released my hand and kissed my forehead. I stood in the middle of the room as everyone looked at me. I wanted this day to be over and it had practically just started.





CHAPTER TWENTY

I’d survived another night and we were flying back to Boston immediately after the polo match this afternoon. It was a very beautiful home but I’d been anxious to leave it almost as soon as I’d entered it.

“You don’t seem particularly enthused about the polo match,” I said, as I watched him dress for the Raine Industries annual equestrian event. Damn, the way he looked in those riding pants had to be a sin. They molded perfectly to him, showcasing his muscular thighs and his taut backside. Virginia twitched, urging me to offer an invite to Kingston.

“It’s a family obligation” he replied, solemnly.

“That doesn’t really confirm or deny my statement.”

He smiled.

“There it is … the smile that lets me see the real you.”

“Real me?” he asked, his brow raised.

“You hide so much of yourself from the world. You’re particularly inhibited when you’re in the presence of your family.”

“Is that what you think? Maybe there’re just different aspects of me that I present to different people. Everyone does that,” he replied.

“I suppose. The only time I’ve seen you less subdued is when you’re playing the piano. There’ve also been glimpses of inhibition when you’re with Allison and even then, it comes and goes. Quite frankly, you never really seem happy except when you’re alone with me,” I said.

“Well, if that’s true, it’s only when you’re not being difficult,” he replied, putting on his riding boots.

“When you say not being difficult, what you really mean is doing what you want me to do.”

“No, I mean cooperating. My observation of your mannerisms is intact as well and I’ve noticed that you are partial to cooperating with me.”

“Oh am I?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. He coolly raked his eyes over me. “Come here.”

I did love cooperating with him because it usually meant extreme pleasure for me. I walked over to him.

“Is there something you want?” I asked.

“You know what I want,” he said.

“I’m afraid I’m at a loss. You’ll have to tell me just so I know we’re on the same page.”

He placed his hands on my waist pulling me closer and leaned in kissing me softly on the neck and whispered. “I want your *,” he said, his voice a deep, sexy whisper.

“Mmmm. Do you?” I asked. Virginia was clenching and licking her own lips in anticipation.

“Very much so.”

“Well it’s yours for the taking … however, whenever.”

“Look at me. See this smile?” he asked. “This is the smile of a man with a very cooperative woman.”

We both laughed and he kissed me quickly on the lips.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have adequate time to give that perfect cunt of yours the f*cking it deserves but tonight, be ready.”

“Why tease me like that?” I asked.

“As if you never tease me,” he countered.

“I don’t,” I replied.

“Oh so it’s nothing out of the ordinary for you to bend over in front of people wearing nothing but a towel?”

“I have no idea what you mean in regards to bending over in front of people but I’m sure if I did bend over in front of you like that, it was because I must have dropped something on the floor,” I said, innocently.

“Yeah, okay. If you want to play that game, I’ll join in.”

“What? What do you mean? Join in how? I see the wheels turning. What are you planning?”

“I’m not planning anything. I’m just making you aware that I may do things that sexually stimulate you … unintentionally, of course. You know, somewhat similar to how you unintentionally exposed yourself when you bent over in front of me to pick up something. I’m sure you didn’t give any thought to the fact that I would see little Miss Virginia when you did so.”

“So that’s your plan? More torture?” I asked.

“Torture?” he asked.

“Yes, torture. You do that quite well and you know it. So if you plan on increasing your level of torment, I can guarantee that this is going to be painful for one of us. And just so you know, women don’t get blue balls,” I said.

“Is that your way of saying you’re going to tease me and then not deliver? If so, you’ve done it before and I survived.”

“No, I’m not saying that at all. I’m just following your lead and making it clear that I may do things that stimulate you that are also unintentional,” I said.