Touched (The Untouched Trilogy #2)(80)

“Why is that?” I asked.

“Because I have a special after-dinner treat for you and if you don’t behave, you won’t get it.”

“Maybe I have an after-dinner treat for you that you must be on your best behavior to receive also.”

“Always challenging.”

“I do what I can,” I said, using one of his lines. “Besides, I don’t think you’d have me any other way.”

“The hell I wouldn’t.”

“Really?” I asked, looking at him.

“Really.” All of the laughter was gone, the sincerity of his words displayed in his eyes. He would take me however he could have me, challenging or not.

“I love you Aria,” he said. The first time he’d said those words, I’d rejected them with everything in me; I didn’t want it. But now, seemingly eons later, I relished those words coming from his lips. His patience with me constantly surprised me. His actions, his words, even the way his eyes would covet me. But there were also times he could be cold and very detached. That is the part of him that I couldn’t quite understand. The part of him that kept me on guard.

“Now let’s get me fed so that we can start on these after-dinner treats,” he said.

“Yes, let’s do that because you’ve peaked my curiosity,” I said, grinning.

“As you have mine. But what if I were to tell you that I wasn’t hungry?” he asked.

“No, that’s not working. I made a special meal for you and it’s not going to waste.”

Honestly, I was tempted to skip dinner myself. I’d been practicing with B.O.B. in an effort to give Kingston the reverence he so richly deserved. I mean when it came to cock, Aiden’s should be in the Guinness Book of World Records. He had an incredible tool and he knew exactly how to work it. I wanted to be as sexually fulfilling to Aiden as he was to me, if not more so – if that were possible. I had the highest of confidences in pleasing him with Virginia. I loved seeing the look on his face when I was astride his beautiful body rolling, squeezing and grinding on his cock. The look on his face alone was enough to make me come undone and it quite often did. However, I knew my fellatio skills could stand a little embellishing. I wanted … no, I needed to give him the best blow job he could imagine. I had watched a few videos for some pointers and I’d also invested in a new toy. I’d found one that was the girth and length of Kingston and had enjoyed several practice sessions. It was called the natural and it was advertised as having a realistic hard-on and it was exactly as promised. It was hard and huge, so large in fact that my jaws and lips were soon aching in the same way they did when I was pleasuring Aiden. When my lips or jaws ached, I would take it out to stroke and spit on it. It made me feel so dirty and I loved it. I’d learned to relax my throat and breathe through my nose to avoid my gag reflex but from what I’d gathered, the gagging noise was a huge turn on so I wouldn’t deny him those orgiastic sounds. My end goal was to swallow him whole. I smiled to myself as I thought about how those sessions typically ended with the natural plunged deep inside of my aching * and I always came … hard. When it came to amazing, self-induced orgasms, I could give classes.

Dinner was ready and I escorted Aiden to his seat. We were beginning the meal with Som Tum. I placed the spicy salad before him and took a seat.

“What?” I asked. He was looking at the food with furrowed brows.

He shook his head smiling as he looked up at me. “Nothing. This looks good. I was considering asking if you really prepared this or will I go over to the trash and see delivery containers.”

“Wow. Really?”

“You’ve never cooked for me Aria so you have to admit, it’s suspect. This looks incredible by the way.”

“I’ve never cooked for you. That doesn’t mean I can’t cook. This just may be the first and last time if you don’t hush and eat.”

He lifted the fork and started his salad. I watched as he chewed, awaiting his response.

A slow smile formed on his sexy lips. “This is delicious, Princess.”

“You really like it?”

He had a second forkful and a third. “Hell yes.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. I started my salad as I watched him eat.

“Wow,” he said, taking a bite of bread.

“Hot huh?”

“Yes, but I love it hot,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh I know, that’s another one of those strands that connect us,” I said, smiling.

If you were new to Thai cuisine, this would not be a dish to try; Tom Sum was a very spicy salad and the main entrée was Tom Yam Goong, also extremely spicy for a palate new to the taste of Thai.

I enjoyed watching him eat. I focused on his mouth as he chewed and when his tongue slid across his bottom lip, I nearly fell out of my chair. I reached for a glass of water and continued to look at him. I was pleased that he was enjoying the salad.

“You’re doing that thing that you do,” he said, taking a sip of water.

“What thing?” I knew exactly what he was referring to. I was staring at him, something I did often. I didn’t want to, well not really. You really couldn’t help yourself though. He was so f*cking good-looking that it was nearly impossible to believe someone could look like him. And he had this thing with his eyes that held you and wouldn’t dare release you until he wanted to.