Touched (The Untouched Trilogy #2)(73)

“As a matter of fact I would,” he said, his eyes focused on the exposed flesh between my thighs.

“I was referring to the water,” I replied.

“I know what you meant,” he said, placing the laptop on the table.

As he stood my eyes did their own thing, taking in every delicious aspect of his torso. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. Fuck. He was an assault on my eyes. I couldn’t move; I just stared like a deer in headlights. His body was unbelievable.

“Your body is …”

“What?” he asked.

“It’s very distracting. Maybe you should put on a shirt.”

“Maybe you should put on some panties,” he countered.

“Never mind. You’re in my way, please move,” I said, placing my palm on his chest.

“Nice chest. I guess you have to hit the gym pretty hard to get results like that.”

“Something like that. This body doesn’t just happen you know,” he said.

“You’re so f*cking arrogant.”

“Seriously Aria, I only do that because you always refer to me as arrogant.”

“So you don’t toot your horn to everyone – just me?”

“I didn’t think I needed to toot my horn, as you say, to you.”

“Trust me. You don’t.”

“And in case I haven’t made it clear, your body is unbelievable too, Princess. Why do you think I can’t keep my hands off of you?”

“I just figured you were a man whore doing what man whores do.”

I backed away, placing several steps between us. He donned his sexy half-smile and my heart skipped a beat as he stepped towards me. I watched his eyes travel slowly down my body as he stalked closer, once again, closing the distance between us. I held my breath; I couldn’t risk falling prey to his deliciously hypnotic scent. He swiftly reached beneath my shirt and grabbed my breast. I gasped at the sudden aggression.

“What do you want Aria?” he asked, his voice a sultry whisper.

Virginia’s unrestrained craving made every effort to come bursting forth. I took a sip of water. This wasn’t working the way I’d hoped. I looked at the TV screen attempting to figure out a clever but seductive reply.

“Look at me,” he ordered. He knew he could convince me to do just about anything when his eyes captured mine. I reluctantly turned to meet his gaze. His eyes were darkening further with each passing second.

“I asked you a question. What do you want, Princess?”

“I want you to f*ck me.” The words escaped my lips almost involuntarily.

“How do you want me to f*ck you?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my heart rate accelerating.

“You know exactly what I mean. Now tell me, how do you want me to f*ck you?”

“I want you to f*ck me like the dirty girl that I am.” Was that Virginia talking or me? It was definitely something Virginia would say.

“Where do you want me to f*ck you?”

“My mouth,” I said.

“And?” he asked.

“My *,” I replied.

“And?” he urged.

“My ass.”

He smiled triumphantly.

No way was he winning this game. I needed to correct my faux pas. Virginia had no will power when it came to this man and she was leading me down a path that would give him exactly what he wanted. She was causing me to give in. “But just because I want it, doesn’t mean I’ll go along with it.”

“Oh really? Why is that?” he asked, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I was already wet and my body was starting to betray me, just as Virginia had. I wanted him so badly but I couldn’t be the one who gave in. I knew I was f*cked. Virginia, who had been teased to the point of delirium, was throwing up the white flag, waving it like a crazy person.

I took another sip of water. “Give me this,” he said, reaching for the bottle of water.

“Now answer my question.” He reached for the top and twisted it on the bottle and dropped it on the floor.

“You know why *.” He knew he had me in a corner and I was getting angry.

He removed his hand from my breast and traced his finger down my chest to the top of the t-shirt. He reached for the top of my shirt and ripped it apart in one swift movement.

I gasped. “What are you doing?” I asked.

He stepped back and I watched as his eyes toured my body, my breasts getting heavy under his heated gaze.

“I’m doing what you want me to do,” he replied.

“I fully expect you to reimburse me for this shirt,” I said, grabbing it pulling it together in a futile attempt to cover my breasts.

“No problem. How do you want to be reimbursed?” he asked, playfully.

I didn’t reply. “Let go of the shirt Aria,” he said, all traces of his smile gone. I didn’t move. He reached up and jerked my hands away. He reached for my hair, grasping a heap of it in his hands and pulled giving him full access to my neck. He placed his lips on my neck and moved them back and forth. He planted one soft kiss and moved his tongue slowly up to my ear.

“When I ask you to do something, I expect you to do it,” he said, yanking my hair harder.

“Ahhh,” I cried out.