Carved in Stone (The Stone Series) (12 page)

             
Chuckling Aidan retorts, his lip twitching. “Don’t hold back
button
, tell me how you really feel.”

             
“I don’t see what you find so funny. The woman was rude, dismissive and completely self-absorbed all evening. To top it off, she flirted with you all through dinner. In front of your girlfriend! If this wasn’t your business meeting, I would have told her where to go.”

             
“I do believe you’re jealous.” He grins, his chest moving in silent laughter.

             
“It’s not funny,” I hiss, pulling away from him.

I may have got over my
earlier insecurity in regards to Amelia but I still didn’t appreciate her blatantly flirting with my boyfriend all through dinner.

“No it’s not,”
he says soberly. “And yes, she was rude to you, which I did admonish her for if you remember.”

             
Actually he did do that. With every single snide remark she directed towards me. Throughout their discussion Aidan was cordially pleasant, charismatically charming however, every single time Amelia made some snarky comment Aidan would rebuff her using such a deceptively soft tone that it even scared the bejesus out of me.

             
And I had to give it to him; he was very considerate, holding my hand, and including me in the conversation even though I clearly had no clue in regards to real estate developments. Anyone observing the two of us could clearly see we were together,
together
.

             
“Do you like them?” I ask switching subjects, genuinely puzzled why he would do business with people who, by my impression tonight, he didn’t appear to like that much.

             
“Fuck no,” he scoffs, “Amelia’s a spoiled little rich girl who has absurd ideas of grandeur. She sees herself as entitled, worthy to play in the big leagues just like her father and also like her father, she has neither the intelligence nor savvy to pull it off.  She’s little more than a vulture, picking over the carcass of her father’s failing company.”

Wow
… Suddenly I’m not feeling the slightest bit threatened by good old Amelia Anderson.

             
“Amelia’s real goal in life is to land herself a rich husband so she can be kept in the manner she’s become accustomed to,” he adds repugnance.

             
“And Adam?”

             
“Too fainthearted for this kind of business. He would rather be doing anything but running his father’s company. But pressure from the old man has caught him between a rock and a hard place. It’s just a matter of time before the pair of them run the company into the ground completely.”

             
“So why are you in business with them?” I ask incredulous.

             
“Because they have something I want and the timing couldn’t be more perfect, so I’m seizing the opportunity while I can.” He shrugs.

He may have
delivered that statement with an impassive expression and a tone of indifference but I can see clearly the shrewd calculating gleam lighting his eyes.

             
I should have realized there was more to this evening than met the eyes. Not only did Aidan tolerated Amelia’s behavior through dinner but his performance was beguiling to say the least, and now knowing his real opinion of them I guess his strategy was luring them into a false sense of security – he had Amelia practically eating out of the palm of his hand before we left.

             
“You’re planning on a take-over.”

             
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised after all Aidan’s made no secret of his driving ambition and cunning ruthlessness in business. And I sure as hell don’t feel sorry for Amelia, she’s a big old screaming bitch but Adam, I do kinda feel bad for him.

             
“That, I can’t discuss Gabriella.”

             
“Can’t or wont?” I challenge.

             
“Both,” he replies with resounding finality.

             
“I don’t think I want to know,” I mutter back.

             
“Come, lets get you into bed,” he says as the SUV pulls into Aidan’s driveway.               Unfolding out of the car, he offers me his hand. “It’s been a long and tiring day baby, lets get you to bed.”

             
Walking into the kitchen, Aidan opens fridge pulling out two bottles of water. “Drink?” He offers.

“No I’m good. Thanks.”

              He stands with one hip leaned in against the kitchen island taking a long pull of his water then putting the bottle on the counter he murmurs, “Come here baby.”

Grinning widely, I know
what that enticing seductive timbre to his voice means, so throwing my clutch onto the nearby couch, I walk eagerly into the warmth of his powerful body.

             
Wrapping his arms around me, his hands move sliding slowly down my back over my butt kneading his fingers into the soft flesh then grasping my ass he lifts me up onto the kitchen bench.

             
Nudging my legs open, he steps in between them whispering in my ear, his breathe fanning my cheek “This dress is beautiful baby but what’s underneath it is pure heaven.”

             
My own breath catches at the unmistakable fiery lust blazing his emerald green eyes and causing my heart rate to increase. Draping my arms around his neck I lean forward feathering tender little kisses over the lids of his eyes, then both cheekbones, his nose finishing at his full sensual lips with a leisurely lick across the seam. Instantly his mouth opens allowing me entrance and wasting no time I plunge my tongue in exploring, tasting every part. On a groan Aidan takes over, deepening the kiss with such raw primal possession I can only moan in capitulation at the demand.

His
hands deftly release the straps of my dress sliding them down off my shoulders and to my waist, groaning when he discovers I’m not wearing a bra.

             
Leaning down his places a tender openmouthed kiss followed by a deliberate moist swirl of his tongue to one nipple then the other, leaving them both painfully hard and erect. Grabbing his hair I hold him to me, audaciously thrusting my chest out seeking more of his sinfully wicked mouth.

             
“Patience baby,” he teases playfully, pulling back from my hold.

             
“Lift up,” he orders, drawing my dress down over my hips, then further down over my legs discarding it on the floor. Standing back he rakes my all but naked body with a scorching gaze, biting his bottom lip in consideration.

             
“Aidan,” I plead in a breathless whisper.

             
“Tell me what you want baby.”

             
“You… I want you.”

             
Smirking in what can only be labeled supreme male satisfaction, Aidan steps forward and glides one long finger along the laced edge of my white panties.

             
Catching my breath, I reach out entwining my fingers roughly in his silky hair once more and draw him into me until our lips are touching, our breathes mingling.

             
“You have too many clothes on,” I murmur, loosening the knot of his tie pulling it off.

             
Grinning, he takes over making short work of his shirt, belt, pants, and shoes and socks discarding then into a pile on top of my dress. Gloriously naked I savor the sight of Aidan, licking my lips in ardent appreciation as I raked my eyes up and down his magnificently taut body. Pure masculinity, pure perfection with ripple muscles of steel encased in velvety smooth tanned skin and an enticing chocolate colored happy trail leading down to an impressively virile erection.

             
“Like what you see baby?” His tone is coarse, thick with lust.

             
“Uh huh,” I nod, squirming restlessly.

             
Yanking me forward until my ass is barely balanced on the edge of the bench, Aidan fists his hand around the length of my braid tugging my head back roughly, lavishing my throat with his searing mouth. His other hand grips the edge of my panties ripping them off my body in one violent jerk of his wrist. I squeal in surprise as he moves his lips in a burning hot trail across my jaw, nipping with his teeth then down my neck and to my breasts biting and licking the whole way.

             
“Oh god, oh god,” I chant on a groan, wrapping my legs firmly around his waist, my body burning up with want, my core painfully aching with the need to be filled by all of him.

             
In complete contradiction to his mouth and other hand, Aidan’s fingers delicately graze the insides of my thighs with a teasing promise then ever so slowly he glides them over my cleft slipping one finger then two between the wet folds massaging until the exquisite friction on my clit has me moaning his name over and over.

             
“Always so wet for me,” he groans, exerting more pressure on my sensitive nub. Such intense overwhelming pleasure builds turbulently within my body, my back arching, my core seeking, grinding into his touch demanding more.

             
Aidan, I’m close,” I gasp.

             
“With me. We come together Gabriella,” Aidan declares in a gruff feral voice.

             
Before I can blink, Aidan’s hand is gone from my center, replace with the broad tip of his beautiful big penis, the head of it dripping deliciously with pre-come.

             
His hand still fisted in my braid tightens almost to the point of pain; his other hand digs in to my hip holding me to him as he lunges, thrusting brutally into my pussy on a guttural shout.

             
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know the sheer aggressive force in which his hand grips my hip will most likely leave a bruise but I couldn’t care less, this tangibly savage need Aidan has for me in this moment propels me soaring to a mind-blowing height of pure ecstasy.

             
“Harder, please Aidan, harder,” I beg breathlessly.

             
Aidan’s only response was to grunt continuing to drive relentlessly into my body over and over; our bodies filmed in sweat, smacking together in a synchronized sequence of frenzied carnal clashes.

“Give it up to me
now Gabriella,” shouts Aidan harshly, a bead of seat dripping from his forehead down onto his chest.

“Let me feel your pussy milking
my cock… every last drop of it baby!”

Aidan’s
authoritative demands release a deluge of heady erotic sensations that propel us simultaneously to a soaring crescendo of unimaginable passion.

             
Screaming Aidan’s name in voice that was not my own, I plummet, spiraling over the edge of the most earth shattering orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

             
With one more mighty thrust, Aidan roars my name, burrowing his head in the crook of my shoulder, capturing the tender flesh of my skin with his teeth, jetting his scorching hot semen deep within my body.

Chapter
Eleven

              “So, you are coming home this afternoon,” grumbles Mia through the phone. “It feels like weeks since I’ve last seen you.”

             
“It hasn’t been weeks, it’s been three days M,” I correct on an eye roll. “And yeah, I’ll be home this afternoon. We can hit Ralphs, pick up all our favorite foods than chill out and watch some Sunday night television tonight, if you want?”

             
“That sounds perfect G,” Mia agrees happily. “I don’t want you turning into one of those annoying girls when the instant they have a boyfriend, they blow off their girlfriends.”

             
“Really Mia!” I snap back, my temper rising.

             
“You know I’m not like that. But after being apart for a week, Aidan and I needed some alone time. Besides since we’ve been seeing each other, this is the first time I’ve felt like there’s a real future ahead for the two of us – you know. When we first started dating it was all so new and had more of a casual vibe but now…it’s hard to explain… the connection between us is way more stronger, definitive… and being alone together this past weekend gave us the time to explore that.”

             
“Hmm…” muses Mia, her silence speaking volumes.

             
Since Friday night, Aidan and I have been cocooned alone together in his sprawling lavish single story home perched impressively on the threshold of the scenic Pacific Ocean.

             
Apart from Aidan spending a few hours in his home office making calls, we have spent every minute together over the past two days. We’ve made love in his bed, on the lounge in the great room, the shower and of course on the kitchen bench late Friday night.