Only His Touch, Part One: The Untouched Series, #4

Copyright © 2016 Lilly Wilde

ISBN—ebook: 978-1310502637

Cover Design by Lilly Wilde

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or publisher.

Contents

Copyright

Contents

Books From Lilly Wilde

A Note From Lilly

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Epilogue

Discussion Questions

Stay Connected with Lilly Wilde

About the Author

Books from Lilly Wilde

The Untouched Series

Untouched

Touched

Touched by Him

Only His Touch, Part One

Only His Touch, Part Two

Forever Touched

A Raine Family Christmas (Winter 2018)

Before His Touch (Summer 2019)

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No Longer Broken Duet

Shattered Beginnings

Salvaged Hearts (Coming Fall 2018)

A Note from Lilly

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When you’ve finished Only His Touch, Part One, don’t miss the snippet of the sequel, Only His Touch, Part Two I’ve included at the back of this book!

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Happy Reading,

Lilly

Praise For Lilly

From the start, this series has been great and in true Lilly fashion, she nailed this one as well. The writing flowed and story line kept you wanting more.

A Book Lover's Emporium [Book Blog]

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I have read all four books in the series and I am shocked and amazed at how this story continues to stay fresh and new.

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Lilly Wilde does an amazing job of showcasing the emotions of each character and you feel emotionally attached to them throughout the book.

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What a page turner!!! Yet again, and with no exception from her previous books, Lilly has captured the essence of a love story with no end!

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to you, my fans.

You believed in me.

You encouraged me.

You felt the depth of my story.

You knew it was about more than sex.

You fell in love with Aria and Aiden.

You understood their connection.

You endured their struggle, and still push for their happily ever after.

For all of this, and more, I thank you!

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 I was alone. 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 carnality known to woman. The hours of burning intimacy hadn’t been a dream. Every kiss, every touch, every orgasm—they had all happened. My insides flip-flopped as I 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 was 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 outrageously perfected 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 an intelligent, arrogant and often frustrating man who just so happened to be the father of my child.

I was staring—something Aiden often teased me about—but this time, 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, I finally reply, my voice rasp with sleep. What time is it?

Almost noon.

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 and covered my breasts. Please tell me he’s not with those crazy people you call parents.

Aiden laughed.

I loved the rich throaty sound—which as of late, I’d heard quite often, especially when he played with Lyric.

"No. He isn’t with the crazy people I call 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. Though he’d become the source of some serious sleep deprivation, we loved every minute of our time with him. He was absolutely adorable. And he was the very best parts of Aiden and me.

I’m glad our little boy has her. She adores him, I said. Dianna had been one of Aiden’s nannies. And despite the presence of his mother, 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 her love for Aiden was like that of a mother to a son.

I tilted my head to the side, assessing Aiden’s demeanor. And just why did you send our child away?

Because I want the entire day with you­—doing grown-up things.

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

He regarded my expression. What’s wrong? Are you afraid of being alone with me?

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, he said, his eyes coveting me. When we do things like we did last night, everything else falls to the background. We become consumed by one another.

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

A while. Long enough to take a shower, feed and dress Lyric, make arrangements with Dianna, plan our day, prepare your breakfast, and then come to this exact spot and wait for you to wake up.

Pretty impressive, I said, grinning and thinking back to our very recent conversation. Perhaps being a kept man really does suit you. 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.

His lips twitched with a suppressed smile. Why did you change the subject?

You didn’t watch me sleep, did you? I asked, not replying to his question.

He cocked his head. And what if I did?

Did you?

It’s a possibility, he said, his green-eyed gaze fixed on me. But I covered you after a while.

In mock offense, I pulled the throw up 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.

She’s pretty damn difficult to resist.

So, I start, sitting up and crossing my legs beneath me. What does one do when he wakes up next to a naked Aria Cason?

Oh, I don’t know. 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 extremely aroused.

Is that what happened? I asked, picturing the hardening of his member.

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, I said, pretending to pout. It’s not really fair, you know. I didn’t have the 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?

His dark brown hair was tousled in that sexy, just-fucked way. There was the slightest of stubble outlining his angular jawline, and he possessed the deepest emerald green eyes I’d ever seen. Aiden 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, he said, his tone stern. 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.

He paused, as if giving my suggestion considerable thought. Ordinarily, that would be an offer I wouldn’t refuse, but I have plans for us, and unfortunately clothing is required. I need you showered and dressed, princess.

Ugh.

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

Then do it. Aren’t you the type of man who does whatever he wants? Why change now? I asked, ogling the growth of his impressive package.

He followed my gaze. And just why is it that you can’t seem to keep your eyes away from 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 asked, extending his hand.

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

I’m desperate for you, Kingston, I purred, and lightly kissed the tip.

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

I looked up at him. I can...but I won’t. I stood, pulled his face down to mine, and gave him a quick kiss. I’ve been given instructions, so I guess I’d better hop in the shower.

Aiden caught my hand as I stepped past him. Are you really going to leave me like this? he asked, tipping his head toward his erection.

My willpower was at an all-time low, so I didn’t dare look down again. I kept my gaze level with his and replied, Yup.

Okay, well, how about I join you?

I free my hand from his and move toward the bathroom. Nope, I said, looking over my shoulder. Since you’re not sharing the goods, why should I?

He grinned and replied, I’m all about sharing.

I spun around to face him and then started backing away. But you’re not giving me what I want.

The salacious glint in his eyes signaled I should run. Before I’d made two steps, he’d caught me and his arms were wrapped around my waist.

Whatever you want—it’s yours, he said, guiding me backward. You should know that by now. His palms rested on either side of my head, flush to the wall, caging me. He leaned in, and slid his tongue across my lip and then gently bit as his hand moved over my breast, teasing my nipple—lightly touching it with the tip of his finger.

I stifled a moan. What are you doing?

Just clarifying a few things.

I relaxed my head on the wall. Such as?

That refusing me has never worked out in your favor. He lowered his head to my breast, and flicked his tongue over the erect bud before taking it into his mouth, gently suckling.

Mmm. My body instinctively arched toward the warm, wet seduction that was his mouth. It may not have been on my terms, but refusing him definitely worked out in my favor...each and every time.

His hand was between my thighs, cupping me as the pad of his thumb teased my clit. Are you sure I can’t convince you to make that shower for two?

Summoning the final reserves of my willpower, I reached down and removed his hand. No. Besides, you’ve already showered, I said, and kissed his cheek. I need to get dressed. Maybe we can play later.

He chuckled and I smoothly ducked beneath his arm and dashed into the bathroom, closing the door and locking it— shutting myself off from the man I absolutely didn’t want to refuse. I shook off the remnants of the heady thing he’d pulled me into and then started the shower as I considered how differently Aiden and I were with each other this morning.

We’d had sex before last night, but those needy moments had been filled with anger and resentment. Was it hot? Hell yes. Sex with Aiden was always hot...and it made me ache for more. But last night wasn’t the result of an angry need. It was a sweet and intimate connection, one that was ridiculously intense and full of a passion that consumed every part of me.

Vivid images of last night—of our tender moments in front of the Christmas tree—flashed over and over in my mind as I showered, and even more when I stepped out and grabbed a towel. I found myself smiling at my reflection in the mirror as I wrapped the Egyptian cotton around me. A cascade