Touched (The Untouched Trilogy #2)(86)

Aiden hadn’t specified the dress code but I was sure my selection would fit any venue. I’d decided on a Lanvin black crepe maxi skirt with asymmetric draping. There was an oversized bow at the front with a high slit that provided an overly generous view of my upper thigh. I’d selected an eyelash print tailored blouse with skin-baring black lace panels which revealed the curve of my breasts. I’d completed the look with a pair of Christian Louboutin Sempre Monica over-the-knee boots. I was sure Aiden would more than appreciate my efforts.

I was meeting Aiden downstairs at 4 o’clock. I grabbed my bag and said goodbye to my sisters.

“Can you smile any harder?” Bianca asked.

“Leave her alone Bianca, it’s been forever since they’ve had any time together,” Lia said. “Speaking of which Aria … I’ve been dying to ask you something about Aiden.”

I froze. No way was I prepared to discuss my sex life with Aiden.

“He seems so intense. That must be … er … how do you … well, you know what I’m asking,” Lia said.

“Yes, I think I do.” I said, smiling.

“Well are you going to tell me?” she asked.

“He is intense, very much so. And sometimes it’s intimidating. And then there are those times when he focuses all of that intense energy on me … and it’s indescribable. It’s like he sees no one else, he wants no one else … I’m all that matters.” I replied.

They were both quiet, looking at me with their mouths partially open.

“See, he’s doing it to you and he’s not even around,” I said, laughing.

I said goodbye for a second time and headed downstairs. I walked out of the elevator to the partially-smiling face of Silas. Silas was hard to read; his furrowed brows alluded to a constant state of deep thought. He tended to consistently sport a crew cut but his hair was longer than usual as of late. He had a bit of a snub nose and a very shy smile. “Good evening Miss Cason,” he said.

“Good evening Silas,” I replied, as he held the door open for me.

It was the end of April; there was a bit of chill in the air but a long sleeved shirt or light jacket would have sufficed. I emerged from the building expecting to see Aiden standing near his car but was shocked to see his sexy frame straddling the body of a black motorcycle. He looked as if he belonged on the cover of Motor Cyclist Magazine. It undoubtedly would’ve been the hottest cover they’d ever had.

“Hello, Princess. You look amazing,” he said, biting his bottom lip as he assessed my appearance.

“Hi handsome. Aren’t you just full of surprises? I didn’t know you had a motorcycle.”

“As I’ve said many times, there’s a lot about me you don’t know, but I’m hoping you stick around to found out.”

“As of now, that’s the plan. But you know what they say about best laid plans …”

“Don’t do that,” he warned.

Fine. I wouldn’t start with any of my qualms but I still had my reservations. I was sure he had some of his own as well.

“I don’t think I’m dressed to ride a bike. You could’ve given a girl a clue.” I said.

“I didn’t tell you for a reason. I want you to be more spontaneous Aria.”

“And what about what I want?” I asked.

“You want to be spontaneous too; you just go about it the wrong way,” he replied, smiling.

“Oh is that right?”

“As far as I can tell, yes.”

“So … not really sure I want to ride this,” I said, eyeing the bike. It was sleek and sexy, just like the gorgeous man who owned it. It also had a hint of danger that I was not at all eager to experience.

“Why?” he asked.

“Other than the obvious … I’m not exactly dressed for a ride on the back of a motorcycle and not only does it look abysmally uncomfortable, it screams danger.”

“I can quickly resolve both of those objections. As for your clothing, you can lift your skirt and straddle. I hear you’re pretty good at that,” he said, playfully. I couldn’t help but grin. I loved his mischievous humor. “Secondly, there’s no need to be afraid. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

He got off the bike and walked over to me, pulling me toward him. “I’m not debating this with you. Understood?”

“I don’t have protective gear,” I said, pouting.

“He released me and turned and walked towards the bike and removed a backpack. He opened it to reveal a riding jacket and a full-face helmet.

“Anything else?” he asked.

As usual, he’d planned everything, countering my objections.

“Luckily you’re already wearing boots,” he said. “Now let’s get you in your protective gear, as you call it.”

He assisted me with the jacket and placed a kiss at the nape of my neck, my skin left tingling from the soft touch of his lips. It was amazing how every touch, even the casual ones melted my insides. He turned me to face him.

A slow sexy smile graced his lips. “You look like a sexy biker chick.”

“We make a great pair then because you definitely have the look of a sexy biker dude.”

He reached for the helmet and placed it on my head. He stepped back looking at me approvingly. “Perfect,” he said, and planted a chaste kiss on my lips before lowering the helmet shield and tugging me behind him.