Touched Excerpt

Chapter Seven

I was almost out of there. I grabbed my bag and headed toward the door. He walked quietly behind me. This was so crazy. I felt so on edge. I reached the door and turned to face him. 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. “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.”

“And according to you, I want you?” I asked.

“It’s okay. Don’t be afraid. Ask. I’ll give it to you.” His tone was deep and laced with honey. 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 exclaimed.

“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. 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 him. 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.

He pushed me against the door, his eyes filling with heated lust as they linked with mine. He traced his thumb across my lip and in the next second, his mouth was on mine, assaulting my lips, his tongue rediscovering my mouth. My bag fell to the floor and my hands were in his hair, fisting handfuls as he raptured me. He grabbed my hands, forcing 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.

I struggled to pull my hands from his grasp. I wanted to touch him. He released my wrists and turned me to face the door. He pressed his rock-hard frame against mine and nipped my ear as his hands traveled along my body. His mouth was on my neck, kissing and licking. In one swift movement he had my sweatpants and panties at my ankles, and he was on his knees, spreading my ass apart. I moaned as his tongue prodded the tight hole. I reached for his head and pushed it in further, rotating my ass in his mouth. He stood and scooped me up, our lips and tongues tousling as he swiftly carried me to the bedroom. He severed our kiss and dropped me on the bed. We were both panting as we stared at each other. I reached for his waist and with anxious hands, I hurriedly unbuttoned his jeans. He pushed my hands away and pulled out his big, beautiful cock. I gasped upon seeing the vastly satisfying image I’d been fantasizing about for months. Not removing his pants, he shoved me back on the bed and pushed my legs apart. He was in me within seconds. I screamed, digging my nails in his back at the first deep, intrusive thrust.  God, he felt so good inside me.

 

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