Touched Excerpt

Chapter Seven

I was almost out of there. I grabbed my bag and headed toward the exit. He walked quietly behind me. This was crazy. I felt so on edge. Once I reached the door, I turned to say goodnight. He was staring down at me like a predator eyeing its prey, and my heart rate soared, rapidly fluttering as I shielded my chest with the bag, clutching it as though it could protect me from his advance.

“Are you okay?” he asked, reaching out to me, and tracing a finger along my cheek. “You look adorable, by the way.”

So, he liked me even when I tried to look like crap. I shrugged his hand away. “Yes, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, stepping closer, until he was mere inches from me.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I replied, swallowing the lump in my throat.

His gaze lowered to the rapid rise and fall of my chest. “Then why has your breathing accelerated?”

“Because you’re pissing me off.”

“I suspect there’s more to it than that,” he said.

“Well, you’re wrong. I’m upset because in a span of five seconds, you spoiled what I’d considered a nice evening.”

“I think you’re upset because you want something you’re afraid to ask for,” he said.

“And according to you, I want you?”

“It’s okay. Don’t be afraid. Ask. I’ll give it to you,” he said. His voice was pure sex.

“Of course, you’d think that. You make everything so much more difficult than it has to be. You frustrate the hell out of me,” I said.

“We all have frustrations, Aria. It’s how you resolve them that makes the difference. In regard to you for instance—you have frustrations with me. Take them out on me. Fuck me,” he said, his tone deep and laced with honey. “I’ll surrender total control. You wanted that at one time, right?”

“Is that what this has reverted to?” I asked in disbelief.

“Only because you’ve made it that way. And if that’s the only way I can have you, I’ll take it…at least for now.”

“What about your paramour? Is she on board with your sexual propensities toward other women?” I probed.

“Paramour?”

“The insecure twit who was with you at the charity event,” I said.

“Aria, I’ve told you on countless occasions, you needn’t focus on irrelevant people—focus on me.”

“I don’t want to focus on you, Aiden, and I can certainly do without the headache of dealing with you again.”

“Okay, no headaches then…you’ve dissociated sex and emotion before. Do it with me.”

“What?” He was confusing me, and he’d obviously read and shredded the hell out of my plan long before I’d arrived, because this shit had gone terribly awry.

“You heard me.”

If I could actually do that with him, it would be the best of both worlds.

What are you? Crazy? Say yes, bitch!  Virginia just had to come bursting out of her cave. Of course, she wanted me to say yes. Kingston was all she wanted.

I sighed. I could make it easy and just fuck the shit out of him. But nothing was ever easy with Aiden. I opened my mouth to say no, but somehow Virginia spoke for me. “Just sex? Our secret?  No expectations? No emotional bullshit?”

“That’s what I’m offering.”

“In that case, I accept.” I knew I was lying to myself even before I said the words. As badly as I needed to, I couldn’t shut off my feelings, but I wanted to fuck him so badly that the lie didn’t matter.

Aiden pushed me against the door, his eyes filled with lust as they linked with mine. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” he asked, as his thumb traced across my lip. In the next second, his lips covered mine and his tongue was rediscovering my mouth. Losing sense of everything except the feel of him, my bag fell to the floor and my hands were in his hair, fisting handfuls as he raptured me. Aiden grabbed my hands and forced them above my head as he went for my neck…uncontrollably sucking, licking, and kissing, his hungry mouth devouring me. He was as starved for me as I was for him.

Releasing my wrists, he turned me so that I was facing the door. And then he pressed his rock-hard frame against mine, nipping my ear as he reached beneath my shirt, and then his hands were traveling along my body. In one swift movement, he had my sweatpants and panties at my ankles, and then he was on his knees, spreading my cheeks apart, his tongue spearing into the puckered tissue. Reaching behind me, I grabbed his head and arched toward his tongue, rotating my ass in his mouth, and moaning as his tongue prodded the tight hole.

He stood and scooped me into his arms, our lips and tongues tousling as he carried me to the bedroom. Severing our kiss, he placed me on the bed, our breathing labored as our arousal transcended into an excruciating need. I couldn’t stand it a second longer. With anxious hands, I reached for his waist, rushing to unbutton his jeans. Before I could grasp the zipper, he pushed my hands away and I watched as he pulled out his big, beautiful cock. A small gasp escaped my lips upon seeing the vastly satisfying image I’d been fantasizing about for months. Not removing his pants, Aiden shoved me back onto the bed and pushed my legs apart. In the measure of a beat, his long, thick cock pushed into me, delving deep into my core.

“Ahh,” I cried out, digging my nails into his back as he plunged deeper. God, he felt so good inside me.

This is only a passage from Chapter Seven-it’s not the entire chapter.