Untouched (The Untouched Trilogy Book 1)

by Lilly Wilde

  Dessert was being served and Aiden began his assent up my thigh. I drew in a quick breath and slowly exhaled as his hand slid over my thigh between my legs. I nervously appraised the room, terrified that someone could see what was going on. Everyone was oblivious, including the five people at our table. He gently pushed my legs apart, allowing him access to his target. He slid my panties to the side and began slowly circling my clit just as I was removing the fork from my mouth. I bit down…hard. I let out a gentle whimper and five sets of eyes were on me.

  “This is very good,” I said, hoping to cover my blunder.

  “I’ll bet it’s delicious,” Aiden said. He leaned over and whispered, “I would love a taste.”

  He continued circling and teasing; I was soaked. So much for my whack-a-doodle plan of showing him that he wasn’t getting to me. I clinched my thighs and he responded by pinching my clit. I looked at him pleading hoping he would stop. He obviously took mercy on me and slowly removed his finger as I placed a bite of my Frozen Haute Chocolate onto his plate. Everyone was too engrossed in conversation to notice when Aiden slipped his finger into his mouth.

  “Delicious…tastes even better than I imagined.” I was too turned on to give his impudence the attention it deserved. Virginia clenched tightly as the thought of his tongue doing unimaginable things to me flickered in my head.

  Before I could reply, Adam’s voice came over the speaker system detailing the events for the remainder of the evening: dancing, drinking and more gambling for the next two hours as we headed back to the port. He rambled a few closing statements. We applauded as the lights lowered, transforming the room into a dance club complete with pulsing music and eliminating lights that danced on the ceiling.

  The urgency of my dilemma dissipated as the sounds of Maroon 5’s Maps filled the room. I loved Maroon 5, I loved music in general – I found it therapeutic. I envied musicians- their ability to create something that was somehow good for both the body and soul. Although not musically inclined, I had always wanted to try my hand at a musical instrument.

  I wistfully glanced at the excited dancers making their way to the floor as I noticed someone approaching our table. Earlier I’d thought I noticed Jennifer but wasn’t sure. It would appear she was the person I’d recognized after all. She, too, had embellished her day-to-day look.

  “Hi everyone.” Although she said everyone, she clearly intended her greeting for Aiden. That was overtly obvious as her overly cheery smile and sparkling eyes never left his face.

  “I seem to recall your mentioning that you loved to dance. How about you show me what you can do?” she asked him.

  Aiden’s head fell back slightly as he laughed. “I would love to,” he replied, rising from his chair. He grasped Jennifer’s hand without as much as a glance at me. I watched as they reached the dance floor, Aiden was already moving to the beat, his confidence in his ability apparent. As they stepped onto the dance floor, Aiden whirled her out and rolled her back into his chest. I was instantly filled with an irrational surge of jealousy. I wanted to look away but I was unable to tear my eyes from the two of them.

  They danced well together. Although their bodies were not touching, they were too close for my liking. Aiden’s dance moves were suggestive and sexy, which was something he apparently couldn’t turn off because he displayed those characteristics off the dance floor as well. They both moved with slight sexual overtures in time to the beat, Jennifer leaned in to say something to which they both laughed. She was enjoying herself. She didn’t mind that people were watching. She was just being. I envied that; I’d never been able to distance myself from my anxieties long enough to let loose and enjoy. Everything about me was planned, organized and analyzed. I sighed as I wondered how it would feel to break away from those shackles.

  Two other ladies joined Jennifer and Aiden, each taking her turn for some one-on-one with him. I watched how he maneuvered with each of them, giving each one just enough to pant for more. I hated to watch them drool over him…although I was sure the desire was one-sided. I smiled at the thought that while they were relishing this moment, my pussy was just on his finger and hopefully the taste was still in his mouth.

  I glared at them, anxious for the song to end. I understood that it was difficult to avoid having eye-sex with that man; I did it often but I didn’t wish to see them do it. I forced myself to look away and face my table mates who were also looking towards the dance floor. I turned, casually glancing at them just once more, I told myself. Damn…he saw me staring. I gazed around the room in an effort to appear indifferent. I heard clapping and looked to see the women with whom he was dancing clapping for him. Had they never seen a good-looking man dance before? He was smiling as one of the women seemingly said something funny and casually touched his arm. He looked towards me and leaned down slightly to one of the women saying something and then sauntered towards our table. I told myself to look away. I practically screamed to myself but I couldn’t. It was as if he’d silently willed me to keep my focus on him. I swallowed and my heart rate accelerated. What was he doing? He stopped directly in front of me presenting his dazzlingly perfect smile.

  “Miss Cason, would you do me the honor?” he asked, his hand extended to me. Before a reply could reach my lips, I had lifted my hand to his and half-mindedly rose from my seat. His touch was as magnetic as his face, I thought as our hands made contact. An imperceptible current flowed between us as soon as his skin touched mine, further compelling me to do anything he asked. It was that almost spell-bound pull that caused me to impetuously submit to him in the elevator and in my office. That undeniable power is what also allowed me to sit surrounded by colleagues and endure his delicious torment at the dinner table. Was this how all women responded to him and did he take advantage of our apparent weakness?

  His smile faded as he appraised my facial expression. I wondered what he was thinking. He couldn’t possibly know what I was thinking but if his gaze really did serve as an indication, he was privy to my inner most thoughts. As typical with him, I felt exposed; even more so because of an audience that was most assuredly taking in a never-before-seen display of Aria Cason.

  This was something that I never did. I attended these events as a professional etiquette. I mingled enough to remain cordial and I left. I never engaged in any such overtures that could relate to anything other than business. But here I was now…on exhibit for my entire company. This was a huge mistake. Just as I was about to extract my hand from his, he led us away from the table.

  The music changed just as we reached the edge of the dance floor. The sound of the Latin beats pulsing through the speaker system was one of which I was exceedingly familiar…salsa! I took salsa lessons as a prelude to one of my many vacations with April. She and I were great together on vacations…sometimes too great, which was another story within itself. We had actually developed into quite skilled salsa dancers. I was convinced that our aptitude was attributed to the fact that it was an insanely sexy dance and anything involving sex for a woman who didn’t have routine access to it, could be quite intriguing.

  He placed his hand at the small of my back as he leaned down and whispered. “Are you ready?”

  “As I’ll ever be; I hope you can keep up,” I replied, confident of my abilities.

  “I can if you can,” he challenged.

  The feel of his hand against my exposed skin sent tingling sensations throughout my body. Before I could respond, he was spinning me out, away from him and I immediately fell into character. I lifted my right hand flamboyantly as he held tightly to my left, pulling me back to him, my right hand landing on his firm chest. Our eyes connected and his hands slid down both sides of my body and back up again. He pulled me closer; our bodies becoming one as we moved to the seductive beat.

  Our hips were doing a dance that could only be interpreted as a prelude to sex. Everyone else in the room faded into the background; all I could see was Aiden. I was overwhelmed…by his touch, his smell, the heat radiati
ng between our bodies, the slick sweat gliding down our skin, the way our bodies moved in sync…each dance step making me breathless. He turned me, my back to his chest and we swayed in time to the lustful beats, his pelvis rotating seductively as he pulled me closer.

  His movements mirrored mine- very fluid and smooth. He grabbed my hand and turned me; we were once again facing each other, our bodies stuck together as we span around so fast the floor came with us. As the song neared its end, he grabbed my waist and lifted me from the floor. He looked up at me, his eyes smoldering, his breathing harsh. I stared back into his dark jewels as he slowly guided me down his chest, forcing us closer, our breathing ragged, and our lips almost touching. The music stopped.

  We stood, seemingly lost in each other’s eyes until the applause prompted me of my surroundings. Embarrassed, I skimmed the crowd noting the cheers from the men and the glares from the women. I motioned for him to release me and took several steps back from him. Oh, what did I just do?

  I shifted my gaze, taking in the insanely hot man standing before me and was instantly angered. I turned away and hurried from the dance floor. My closeness to this insignificant man had affected me and I wouldn’t allow an audience to witness anymore than they already had. Damn him.

  I made a beeline to the deck, which was as close to an escape as was possible. I saw a lighted gazebo off to the side. I exhaled deeply as I reached the steps, attempting to rid myself of what? Attraction? Passion? I didn’t know. I shook my head in utter confusion. Why was this happening?

  I peered into the darkness laid out before me taking in the night, appreciating the way the moonlight shone on the water like a pale band of silver. Several moments passed; I had begun to relax, at least marginally. I was relieved to breathe air that was untainted with him. His presence had done what I’d come to expect- overtaken my willpower. Only a couple of hours and I would be able to break away from him completely, if only for a few days.

  “Why did you run away?” Aiden’s sudden appearance both startled and aggravated me. Why, oh why, had he followed me out here? He placed his hands on either side of my shoulders and turned me to face him.

  “Why did you run?” he asked again, bewildered. I made several attempts to speak but no words would come. Me? The person who had to constantly remind herself to put on a muzzle. “Did you not enjoy our dance?” He paused for my answer, which didn’t quite formulate in my brain. I enjoyed it much more than I should have. I was angry with him for that and with myself for the weakness he caused in me.

  I shrugged his hands from my shoulders. He cocked his head to the side as though assessing his own question. “ No, that can’t be it because you were meeting me step for step which suggests you enjoyed yourself- I would wager more so than you care to admit. I also think you enjoyed watching me dance with Jennifer.” His lips twitching in an attempt to hide his amusement.

  “You were watching rather intently,” he added.

  So he’d noticed. Had he been putting on a show for me?

  “I know you liked it,” he said, assessing my reaction. I lowered my gaze to his mouth, appreciating the way his lips formed as he spoke.

  Without warning, his mouth was pressed against my lips. His touch, ferocious yet tender and sweet, as he cupped my jaw, drawing me closer. His hand on my hip, he guided me back alongside the gazebo. I responded instantly to his touch, to that undeniable pulse of heat that I felt earlier. His mouth moved urgently on mine, parting my lips and stroking deeply into my mouth. My body melted into his; I was once again lost. I pressed closer to him, my hands behind his neck, working my fingers into his hair. We were so close, so in sync, fitting perfectly as he lavished deep, lingering, soft licks into my mouth.

  He gently broke our kiss. I looked up at him…meeting the tender, softness of his green eyes. He cupped my chin in his hands, holding my gaze, the mutual intensity building as the silence of the dark waters floated around us. With a soft smile, he licked his lips and pulled me to him again; I gently pushed him back, trying to clear the last few heated moments away.

  “I’m sorry...I don’t know-”

  “No, don’t. Don’t apologize. This was nice; actually it was much more than nice. It was-”

  “It was a mistake. Another fucking mistake,” I said. “This shouldn’t – this can’t happen,” I pointed out.

  “Why?” he asked

  “Why?” I repeated. I looked at him as though he was suffering from a case of idiocy. As intelligent as he was, he clearly possessed tunnel vision when in pursuit of pussy!

  “What do you mean why? You know why,” I said.

  “No, quite frankly I don’t. What? Are you going to say it’s because I work for you? Is that the best you can come up with? Give me a fucking break. This is insane! You want this as badly as I do,” he stated.

  “I can see how you would think that given recent events but-”

  “The problem here is that it’s not on your terms. You analyze everything. Don’t you think I saw that in your eyes when I asked you to dance or when I ask you anything that isn’t business-related? Are you literally unable to refrain from being such a self-contained martinet that you can’t just go with what makes you feel good? To let yourself feel something?”

  “How dare you! How dare you sum me up in that way! You don’t know a damn thing about me. Oh, so you think just because we danced to a song that quite frankly would have made anyone a little flushed, that it meant something? Well just to set the record straight…it didn’t. It was a dance…nothing more. And this,” I motioned my hands indicating the two of us, “absolutely should not have happened.”

  We stood in silence glowering at each other; it appeared he was as offended as I. Why the fuck was he offended? I had been embarrassed and treated like a common whore! I was the victim here, not him!

  “What would you have me do at this point Miss Cason?” “Apologize? Agree?” he asked flippantly.

  “No, I actually don’t expect you to apologize because that would require something that you obviously don’t possess; therefore in response to your question, the only thing you can do for me from this point, Mr. Wyatt, is your fucking job. And just to clarify, that doesn’t include fucking the boss.”

  I turned toward the bench in the gazebo. I sat down and saw that he hadn’t moved. I looked up at him. Damn, damn, damn. Why did he have to be so fucking hot? He really was one gorgeous man. Why did he have to work at RPH? Why was this so damn hard? He’d really gotten under my skin and he knew it. How was I supposed to play this now? “Is there something else?” I demanded.

  “No, I was merely giving you a moment…you know, in case you changed your mind. Oddly enough, women are known to do that from time to time, and we both know that you have a time or two… at least recently anyway,” he said.

  Asshole. What was I thinking, dancing with him that way? It was blatantly obvious that I was as affected by our recent jousting as he was. Even if I’d had the remotest of chances to convince him that this afternoon was meaningless, I didn’t’ now.

  “We both know what your problem is.”

  “I don’t have a problem, Aiden,” I countered.

  “Sure you do,” he replied matter-of-factly. “It’s the fact that someone else is in control of something that you enjoy. You can’t stand it.”

  “Go to hell,” I said as I stood to walk past him. I stepped around him attempting to leave the gazebo but he blocked my exit.

  “Why would you let your control issues result in your deprivation?” he asked, his eyebrows knitted in confusion.

  “I find it amusing that my refusal of your services equates to deprivation. Your arrogance is very unflattering but I’m sure you’re aware of that.”

  “I’m positive that you were quite pleased with my services and my demeanor earlier; first I’ve heard of it described as arrogance.”

  “What I would find pleasing at the moment is having you out of my sight, please move,” I said.

  “You really aren’t capab
le of appreciating pleasure unless you’re in control, are you? If it makes it easier, I’m willing to let you dominate me once or twice,” he replied, smirking.

  My mouth dropped open. The audacity of this guy knew no end. I honestly had no words- I mean none!

  “You want everything to be controlled and planned. That’s not how the world works Miss Cason.”

  “Oh, so you think you have me all figured out? How much time did you spend analyzing me to come up with your totally unsolicited opinions? I don’t give a damn what you think of me. You don’t know a fucking thing about me. I will say that I find it interesting that you can sum me up in one or two sentences but you don’t know a fucking thing about yourself. You bolt from career to career and city to city…trying to find yourself. You don’t even know you! How the fuck can you know me?” I snapped.

  He frowned. “You have quite the foul mouth,” he replied, totally unaffected by my assertion.

  “Foul mouth? Me? As if nasty little words have never trickled from your tongue. I distinctly recall several explicit terms dripping from your lips when you gagged me in my fucking office! If I want to say fuck, I’ll say fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the fuck are you going to do about it?”

  We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity and a smile gradually crossed his lips. I finally smiled too, biting my lip to avoid laughing.

  “What are we doing Aria? Why are we making this so difficult? Let’s not try to define it or struggle for control. Just go with it. Can you do that?” he asked. I could see the desire in his eyes which made me want to give him what he wanted- what I also wanted, but I knew this was wrong for me.

  I sighed. “Aiden, to be honest, I think this is a horrible idea and I can’t see it causing anything but trouble. I know you must see that too. I just don’t understand why you’re pushing this. Why can't you just leave this alone?”

  “Haven't you ever been inexplicably drawn to something or someone? When I walked into that conference room, the instant you turned and our eyes met, that was our defining moment. I’ll admit that I initially brushed it off as merely a sexual attraction but once I witnessed the many facets of your beauty, your intelligence, your passion…I knew it was more. I wanted to get to know you. I wanted you. I still want you,” he said, his voice a deep sexy whisper.