Untouched (19 page)

“Fuck, who would be at my door at this hour?” he stood and straightened himself. I sat up and my eyes went directly to his bulge. He smiled at me and leaned over to pull my bottom lip from the clutches of my teeth. “See what you do to me. I’m always so hard for you. The night I came to your house with dinner, I was so hard that I thought I’d suffer blue balls. That’s why I left so abruptly.” There was a knock at the door.

“You’d better get that, it could be your special someone… you know like a girlfriend.”

He looked at me disapprovingly. “Don’t do that. I don’t have a girlfriend. It may be hard to believe seeing how things happened between the two of us but I don’t sleep around. And I don’t invite anyone here, ever. Actually, I’m somewhat wounded that you would think that of me.” He frowned and walked off to answer the door.

Damn, I really did offend him. It wasn’t my fault that he was so fucking hot that I would assume he got his fair share, and then some, of ass! I was actually surprised that he didn’t have an extremely active sex life. Even still, I must remember to apologize for that.

I was lost in my musings of his carnalities when I heard voices. I strained to hear but couldn’t make out anything but the voices were getting closer. I double checked to ensure I didn’t look as though I had been man-handled on the couch by that delicious man. I didn’t have a mirror so the best I could do was ensure my hair wasn’t mussed up as I sat up straight, crossed my legs and look at the fire.

“I knew it! I just knew you had a girl in here. I knew that was why you were behaving so weirdly.”

I turned to see Aiden entering the room with a beautiful petite brunette whose hand he was holding. Aiden followed my glance to his entwined fingers and held up their hands and placed them on his heart. I felt sick.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

My heartbeat quickened as I considered my escape. I rose from the sofa and plastered a forced smile on my lips, looking at the strange woman and then back at Aiden. “Well, I think that’s my cue to leave. I have a ton of work I should complete before our presentation Monday.”

Aiden quickly dropped the brunette’s hand and crossed the room stopping directly in front of me. He looked at me questioningly as I glared back at him with all-consumed anger. Was this asshole that clueless as to why I would be pissed?  This was an excellent example of all book sense and zero common sense.

“Can you give me one minute?” he asked pleading; with both his tone and eyes. Did he think he was so irresistible that he could parade her in front of me and still persuade me to be his piece of ass on the side? Before I could answer, he turned to the brunette. “Forgive me for my lack of manners. Aria I would like for you to meet Allison, my sister.”

Sister? She did look familiar but she wasn’t with them in St Barts. I thought back to our first day working together when he had discussed his education and background. I don’t recall our discussing the number of siblings. I normally bypass such conversations primarily because I don’t prefer to discuss my own family. I suddenly remembered why she seemed familiar; she was the girl who had held my cab outside of RPH after the elevator incident. My tension instantly disappeared at the revelation of this woman’s connection to Aiden.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Aria. What a beautiful name,” Allison said.

“Thank you. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well,” I replied feeling like a complete fool.

Allison wore a fitted white dress with a brown braided belt, her brunette hair back in a loose ponytail. She was a very pretty girl with a peaches and cream complexion, high cheek bones and full lips like her brother. Her silver-green eyes were bright and cheery.

“Allie can you give us a moment? Why don’t you go select a bottle of wine for us?”

Allison looked at me and smiled then she looked at her brother and frowned.

“Allison…go,” he ordered.

“Fine, but Aria doesn’t leave until I get back.”

“Allison!” he warned.

“Ok, I’m going…geez.” She turned and headed toward the kitchen, her dark pony tail swinging along her shoulders.

Aiden turned toward me. “You didn’t think Allison was my-”

“Uh, yeah I did and you would have also in the same situation.”

“I apologize for not introducing you upon our entering the room. This is not a common thing for me,” he said.

“What? Having someone meet a member of your family or juggling two women at once?” I replied.

“You’re doing it again. I’m not partial to your consideration of me as a fucking womanizer,” he declared, his irritation with me apparent.

“I apologize. For that and for my earlier comment,” I said, embarrassed.

“Thank you. What I was attempting to say before I was insulted was that I was taken aback given what was going on when we were interrupted and quite frankly I didn’t know the proper way to introduce you.”

“Oh,” I said, wondering what the appropriate introduction would be at this point in this contorted relationship.

“My sister is in town for a week or so and I forgot she was stopping by tonight,” he said.

I looked over to where Allison disappeared. Aiden gently grasped my chin turning me to face him. “Don’t worry about Allison. I don’t want you to leave.”

I stared up into his beautiful eyes, not wanting to leave but feeling the need to.

He placed his hands on my shoulders, slowly moving down my arms grasping my wrists and finally my hands. 

“I’ll stay,” I said.             

A smile played at the corner of his perfect lips. “Now that we’ve settled that, let’s locate my sister,” he released one of my hands and turned pulling me behind him. 

My first instinct was to retract my hand; not wanting to elicit any further assumptions from Allison, but I liked the way my hand felt in his. He led me to the kitchen and pressed a button on the wall near the refrigerator and the back wall moved revealing a huge pantry. We entered and to the immediate left, was a modest wine cellar. Allison wasn’t there.

“Allison?” he called, walking behind the first row of wine and finding her sitting on the floor engrossed in a telephone call. She motioned that she needed privacy. He looked at her for a moment longer before she motioned him out again. “I hope it’s not our mother,” he said as he shook his head in exasperation once out of the pantry.

“Is everything okay with your mother? She’s not ill is she?” I asked.

“It’s nothing like that. It’s just that she can be quite intense at times is all,” he said, less relaxed than he was a moment ago. I wondered what that was all about.

He walked over and opened the wine climate cabinet and found it empty. “I thought there was at least one bottle here,” he uttered. “Well since we can’t get wine; how about I show you around while we wait on Allison?”

“Sure,” I replied, as he closed the door and led me out of the kitchen. I was rather curious as to the other areas of the penthouse. I was sure they were as amazing as the kitchen which was one that any chef would appreciate. There were two stone work-tops, one with a programmable backsplash that would be great for displaying recipes. The other island contained a glass stovetop, warming drawers and a bar area. Beyond the island was an espresso bar, directly under a shelf of porcelain coffee cups and saucers. There was a control panel in the center of the island for the audio and visual components for the entire penthouse.

There was a spacious conversation area adjacent to the kitchen with a stainless steel fireplace and clerestory windows. Its décor was in line with what I’d seen of the other rooms so far, modern contemporary.

He continued to hold my hand as we toured the other rooms in the penthouse. The color palate was primarily white and brown; the masculinity was obvious but not so overt as to offend…very tasteful. The last room that I was shown was his bedroom. As I walked through the threshold and gazed around the room, I started to feel a slight unease and attempted to pull my hand away from his, he responded by tightening his fingers around my hand and turning to face me.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

“No,” I lied.

“Are you sure?” he implored with a teasing smile.

“Yes. What could possibly be wrong?”

“I'm not sure. I've been holding your hand for the last ten minutes and as soon as we enter my bedroom, you pull your hand away. If I didn't know better, I would think you were nervous.”

“What would I possibly have to be nervous about Aiden?”

“I can't think of anything, except for the possibility that you are nervous,” he said taking a few steps closer to me.

I was affected by him, just as always, and he knew it, how could I not be? Memories of him inside me, of me doing things with him I’d never done with another man…flooded my brain. I was out of my element with this guy. He had given me more orgasms in the last few days than I could have imagined possible.

He reached for my other hand and bent down toward my ear, his breath warm and seductive against my skin. “Am I making you nervous Aria?” he asked, planting a barely there kiss below my earlobe.

I swallowed hard and maintained my resolve of faux calmness as he planted another kiss on my cheek and pulled back to look at me.

“Can we finish the tour or do you plan to seduce me in the doorway with your sister only a couple of rooms away?”

He laughed and pulled me towards the double doors across the room. He opened them revealing a breathtaking view of Boston. It wasn’t quite dark yet; a gentle breeze floated across my face. We stood in silence, taking in the evening scene. The skyline was one worthy of canvas; the sun, almost set, casting an orange-colored streak across the horizon. I sighed happily.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

Indeed it was a beautiful sight.

I looked up to see his eyes on me. “You’re exquisite,” he whispered.

I continued to look at him, standing in the cast of the soon-to-be-night foreground. He was unbelievably beautiful. I knew the term beautiful in reference to a man was not something a man would care to be described as, so I didn’t dare say it aloud. His dark hair was cropped on the sides with slightest of sideburns. His thick eyebrows sat above the most insanely beautiful emerald green eyes. His nose was straight; refined. His full lips were as seductive as an aphrodisiac. I longed to feel them on mine. The thought of his lips, knowing those lips had been on my lips, his tongue in my mouth – nearly caused me to forget Allison was close by. I continued to study him. His chin; distinguished and a jaw-line that could chisel granite. It was as though each part of him was uniquely carved to create the perfect male specimen. How could you not stare? How could you not be instantly and uncontrollably drawn to this Adonis? I still found it unbelievable that he was uninvolved.

He cradled my face, his eyes searching mine and slowly lowered his head to meet my lips. The initial contact was warm and soft. He skimmed his tongue across my bottom lip before seeking his entry into my mouth. His lips moved skillfully across mine as he pulled me closer searching for my tongue which I willingly relinquished. I sank into him as he deepened our kiss, our tongues moving to the rhythm of our accelerated heart beats. I was lost. My senses taken over by this man. I only felt what he made me feel. He moaned in my mouth, sucking my tongue pulling it slowly...deeper into his.

“There you are.”

We immediately severed our connection at the sound of Allison's voice.

How long had she been standing there? She walked toward us with a quick glance at me before she focused her attention on Aiden. What she must think of me? Was she accustomed to seeing her brother tongue-lash wanton women?

“Are you finally available to continue your visit with your favorite brother?” Aiden asked.

“Who says you're my favorite?”

“Let's see, there's our mother, our brother, our sister, your girlfriends...oh and you!”

“Well, that was
then
. I think I’ll need to reevaluate what constitutes favorite.”

“Is that so?” he asked.

She laughed. “Yeah, it is so.”

He smiled at her and she jumped toward him for a hug.

“It’s so good to be with you, I nearly forgot how much fun you can be sometimes.”

A few pangs of sadness touched me as I watched their exchange. It was obvious they were close and adored each other. I somewhat had that with April but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want that type of relationship with my sisters. I quickly banished any developments of that thought process as Allison announced she had assembled a fruit and cheese snack to go along with the wine. Aiden reached for my hand, to which I willingly obliged. Why bother hiding our hand-holding at this point. His sister practically saw us about to tear each other's clothes off.

Aiden and I followed Allison back to the bar in the kitchen where the wine was breathing. She walked behind the bar and grabbed three wine glasses. Aiden retrieved the bottle and poured for each of us. Allison took a seat at the bar and I followed her lead. Aiden was about to sit beside me when his phone sounded. He reached for his pocket and grabbed his phone. He looked at the display and frowned.

“Excuse me, I have to take this,” he said as he walked from the kitchen. My eyes followed him as he walked away, admiring his taut backside and recognizing the desire that was always quietly sitting there...waiting for him to flick the switch that transitioned me into a mindless ball of lust.

“He's gorgeous, isn't he?” Allison said, observing my appreciative gaze at her brother.

I blushed and turned to face her with an embarrassed smile. Well, slightly embarrassed. I mean really, it was what it was. And that man was every woman's fantasy.

“There's certainly no denying that,” I replied, smiling.

“How long have you been dating?”

“We're not,” I replied.

“Really?” Allison asked, puzzled.

Why was she confused? It was true, we weren’t dating.

“Then my brother must really be into you,” she said.

“Why would you say that?” I asked.

“The way he looks at you, the hand-holding, the umm… heated kiss I interrupted earlier. Aiden is not one to do that, he’s very contained to a point that it's infuriating. He's playful with me but that's because I have worn him down and he tolerates me.”

I took a sip of wine considering what Allison revealed. Contained? He had actually accused me of the same.

“So how did you meet?” she asked.

“We work together.”

“I’m sure that makes for interesting days at work,” she said.

If you only knew. It’s tinkering on the brink of insanity.

“Let’s just say it’s never boring,” I replied smiling.

Aiden returned looking stressed. Allison asked if he was okay but he basically blew her off. He reached for his wine and walked over to the cheese and crackers. I watched as he placed one in his mouth, curious as to the swift change in his mood.