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Only His Touch Part One (The Untouched Series #4)

By:Lilly Wilde

Only His Touch Part One (The Untouched Series #4)
Author: Lilly Wilde

Chapter One

I lay naked on the floor of our bedroom, covered by the cashmere throw that was usually tossed across the back of the sofa. The soft intermittent crackles of the fire were the first sounds I registered-other than that, all was quiet. A blissful sigh escaped me as my eyes slowly opened and I reached for my lover, but I froze when I realized he wasn't there. A tinge of sadness crept through me as I thought about last night-had it all been a dream? Had Aiden and I really shared the night and most of the morning in the throes of passion, or had our reconnection been a cruel joke my mind had played on me?

"Good morning. I thought you were going to sleep the day away."

There it was-the deep, provocative voice that pulled at every carnal feeling known to woman. The hours of burning intimacy hadn't been a dream. Every kiss, every touch, every orgasm-they had all happened. I smiled and turned over to face him.

After last night, I would have thought Virginia to be off somewhere smoking a cigarette, but the soft throbs between my legs proved otherwise. I was filled with a deep longing the moment my eyes connected with Aiden's. He lounged on the sofa in his robe, and he looked perfectly refreshed from our endless night of lovemaking.

Aiden Raine was an insanely handsome man, with a body so outrageous it would cause a nun to renounce her chastity. But there was more to Aiden than what met the eye. There was an allure that completely disarmed me-both in bed and out. He was a confident, frustrating, and often arrogant man who just so happened to be the father of my child.

I knew I was staring, but I didn't care. It was easy to get lost in him simply because … well, because he was Aiden. He was the epitome of seduction. It was in the darkness of his eyes, the fullness of his lips, and the grace of his movement. To look at him was to eye-fuck him. It was just that simple-and it was just that complicated.

"Good morning." My voice was raspy with sleep. "What time is it?"

"It's almost noon," he replied.

I bolted upright. "Oh shit. Lyric!"

"Wait," Aiden said, motioning for me to calm down. "He's not here."

"Where is he?" I asked, as I pulled the throw around me, covering my breasts. "Please tell me he's not with your crazy parents."

Aiden laughed. I loved his rich throaty laugh-which as of late, I'd heard quite often, especially when he played with Lyric. "No. He isn't with my crazy parents. I called Dianna, and she's taken him for the day."

Lyric was our nearly five-month-old son who'd become the center of our world. We doted on his every breath, gurgle, and cry. He was the very best parts of Aiden and me.

"Dianna adores him," I said. "I'm glad our little boy has her." Dianna had been one of Aiden's nannies. And despite the presence of his mother in his life, Aiden had developed somewhat of a maternal bond with Dianna. I'd come to have a great deal of affection for her myself. She was like a loving grandmother to Lyric, and she loved Aiden like her own son.

"And just why did you send our child away?" I asked.

"Because I want to spend the day with you-doing grown-up things."

I didn't know why, but a nervous tickling traced my stomach. Aiden and I had not really done anything alone in the past few months.

He regarded my expression. "What's wrong? Are you afraid of being alone with me?" he teased.

"I'm alone with you now. I was alone with you last night. Did I seem as though I was afraid?"

"That doesn't count. When we do things like we did last night, everything else falls to the background," he said, his eyes coveting me. "We become consumed with each other."

I nearly stopped breathing as I looked into his eyes. His emerald gaze was a perfect blend of seduction and lust that heated my skin and melted my insides. I abruptly broke eye contact, and glanced around the room. "How long have you been awake?" I asked.

"For a while. I got Lyric fed and dressed, called Dianna, made breakfast, showered, came back in here, and waited on you to wake up."

"Pretty impressive. Perhaps being a kept man really does suit you," I said, grinning and thinking back to our very recent conversation. Aiden had joked about being a stay-at-home dad-or maybe he'd been serious at the time, but I couldn't picture a man who'd once run one of the largest corporations in the world trading it all in just to stay home and change diapers.

"Don't think I didn't notice you changed the subject," he said.

I didn't plan on replying to that. "You didn't watch me sleep, did you?"

He cocked his head. "And what if I did?"

"Did you?" I asked.

"It's a possibility," he said. "I covered you after a while."

I pulled the throw to my chin. "What do you mean after a while?"

"Have you ever awakened next to a naked Aria Cason?" he asked.

"I can't say that I have," I replied.

"She's pretty damn difficult to resist."

"So what does one do when he wakes up next to a naked Aria Cason?"

"He just may watch the beauty of her slumber … then again, he may trail his fingertip over the curves of her body until a certain part of his anatomy becomes hungry for hers."

"Is that what happened?" I asked.

"I'm pretty sure it did."

My nipples tightened beneath the throw as I held his gaze.

"I wanted to wake you, but I knew you were tired, so I covered you, and let you sleep."

"Very interesting story, but I don't know if I like that-especially since it's not really fair. I didn't have the same opportunity to observe you in all of your glorious nakedness."

"Baby, all you have to do is ask," he said, with a cocky grin. He stood, untied his robe, and let it fall to the floor. He was naked. And very, very beautiful.

I pulled my lower lip into my mouth, and bit down, fully appreciating the view. Aiden was an Adonis-my Adonis. My gaze swept over his six-foot-three inch frame a second time, and then rested on his face. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" I asked.

His dark brown hair was tousled in that sexy, just-fucked way. He had the slightest stubble outlining his angular jawline, and the deepest emerald green eyes I'd ever seen. He paid very close attention to his body, working out routinely-easily maintaining his washboard abs and that deliciously enticing loin of Apollo I had the pleasure of worshipping with my tongue just a few short hours ago.


"What?" he asked.

Even his voice seduced every part of my being.

"You heard me."

"I've told you before … don't do that."

"I can describe you however I want. You are beautiful." I lowered my gaze to his manhood. "And since we're both naked, how about we do what we did last December?"

He cracked a smile. "What? Fuck like rabbits?"

"Well that's a given, but I was thinking more along the lines of our staying naked the entire time."

"Ordinarily, I'd say yes, but I have plans for us, and unfortunately clothing is required. I need you showered and dressed, princess."


"Don't get me wrong. I'd love nothing more than keeping you locked away, naked, and thoroughly fucked."

"I'm sure you would," I replied, ogling the growth of his impressive package.

"And just why are your eyes glued to Kingston?"

"Because I'm still in love with him," I replied. "I think I should tell him that."

"Why don't you show him instead?" he said, extending his hand.

I placed my hand in his, and was on my knees, facing the thickest and longest cock I'd ever seen.

"I'm desperately in love you, Kingston," I purred, and lightly kissed the tip.

Aiden stroked my hair. "I know you can do better than that, princess."

I looked up at him. "I can … but I won't." I stood, and pulled his face down to mine, and gave him a quick kiss. "I've been given instructions, so I