UNTOUCHABLE (Siri's Saga Book 1) (9 page)

The elevator dings and comes to a stop. As the doors slide open onto the lobby, he bows slightly and gestures. "After you, my lady."

I turn barely controlled wild eyes to him. "I
am
hot! Really hot." I wink at him as I exit.
Time to do a little seduction of my own.
Strutting my stuff across the lobby floor with the full swagger of a $1,000,000 Vegas star in her signature diva dress, I work it!
Try taking your eyes off this!
Half way across, he lets out a long, low whistle. I laugh softly at his reaction.
Moore, you are a rascal.

I continue all the way to the exit doors before I glance back to see if he followed or not. He is still standing in the door of the elevator, blocking it, relaxed, watching me.
Fuck yeah, you look like a Golden God standing there so comfortable, enjoying the view, not the least bit intimated, in complete control of yourself and knowing you are capable of completely controlling me too. Damn straight. A real man!

I stand expectantly at the door, waiting patiently, and give him a beautiful, sweet smile. He responds with his big beautiful smile, picks up his cooler and walks to me. I'm struck by how comfortable he is in his own skin.
He doesn't exude confidence exactly, it's really something more. More like competence.

When he reaches me, he sticks out his hand. "It's time to formally introduce ourselves, Miss Wright." I slip mine into his. He allows my whole hand to slide into his deep grasp, engulfing it. He pulls me to him, making me take a step forward and invade his space. My passion flows with the touch of his skin and the closeness of his body, only the public lobby keeps it under control. He squeezes my hand, making me quiver. "Aurei Moore."

"Ari? Short for…?"

He smiles his sexy half smile. "Aurelius."

"Of course." I say as if it's quite common to meet a man named Aurelius in Alabama.
Aurelius. The last great Roman Emperor was Marcus Aurelius. My Latin is rusty, but Aureus is an adjective meaning "golden."
I smirk.
Yes, I knew you were Golden and a God of a man.
My eyes twinkle.
Aurelius fits you perfectly!

"And your name, Miss Wright?"

"Siri."

"Siri?" He hums deep within his throat. "Interesting. Spelled?"

I cock my head narrowing my eyes questioning his response, but I answer. "S. I. R. I."

"Of course." He says using the same voice inflection as his eyes twinkle too, making me giggle instead of asking why he asked how I spell it. "Your name means beautiful woman who leads us to victory."

"Why … yes, it does." I grin surprised. "And Aurelius's Latin translation is Aureus meaning golden."

"Affirmative. That's Army talk for yep." He releases my hand and opens the door for me.

I giggle at his definition as I walk through the doorway.

He holds the door open for a couple of ladies going in. They tell him. "Thank you." And he answers. "Yes Ma'am."

Standing outside, I wait for him to join me.
Aurelius.
When he walks up, I smile at him. "Aurelius." I hum deep within my throat. "Interesting. Ari is spelled A.R.I. or A.U.R.E.I?"

He grins surprised. "A.U.R.E.I." Then he winks at me. "Good call, Siri."
That wink is killer!

The night security lights are bright, illuminating the area as if it were a cloudy day. We stroll to the parking lot together, chatting. He walks close enough to me that his sleeve brushes my arm. I bump him, wanting to touch him any way I can. "So, you have resigned from the Army?"

"Yes, I gave them six good years, but I'm not a lifer."

"Do you think you will miss it?"

"No." He gives me a super sexy smile. "Not now. Now, La vita è bella." He translates immediately. "Life is beautiful. I'm feeling good, really good, about the decision to get out and hang around here now. I'm looking forward to a new life."

I smile back. "I know how you feel!" I look out in the parking lot, as I add casually bumping him again. "Life feels pretty fucking fantastic, right now."

He chuckles. "Yes, it does."

"Do you think you will miss flying?"

"No, I have my private pilot's license."

"Oh that's dope! Maybe you can take me for a flight sometime?"

At the curb, I step off, but he pauses. "I think that soaring with you is definitely going to happen." I squeeze my pussy and my jaw jets out as I suck my lips.
DEF! That is definitely going to happen.
Coming alongside me, his smirk turns into a blatant grin and mine matches it, as we let the innuendo tease the air.

When we step past the car parked in the first visitor spot, Aurei looks down the row and sees something that makes him stiffen, almost imperceptibly, but I notice it, so I lay my hand on his arm as I peek behind his back to see what it was that caused his reaction. It was TD. He is parked about 7 cars away, casually smoking a cigarette, sitting on the trunk of his Porsche. He is wearing really distressed jeans with a pale blue Christian D'or shirt and loafers. He has his long, white blonde hair French braided in a ponytail. He glances at us, thumps the cigarette into the parking lot and mouths "Sup" with a head nod, but he completely ignores us as he pulls another cigarette out of his pocket.

I roll my eyes. "Good Gawd! French braided hair? Really?"

Aurei chuckles. "You
do
have a hot date." He tells me as we walk to his Raptor.

"He thinks he's hot."

"That's not what I meant. There is no way that guy thinks
you two
are NOT on a hot date."

We arrive at the Raptor. "He would have asked any female, but he doesn't know anyone else."

Aurei raises his eyebrows and gives me a skeptical 'yeah right' look. "I believe
you,
but … mark my words,
he's
thinking
he
has a
hot
date with
you
."

I laugh at his expression. "I'm a big girl. I can handle the likes of him. He knows it's only a favor."

"Are you
sure
he knows that?"

"I made it clear we are not on a date."

"Crystal?"

"Yes. Crystal clear. I only agreed because he was so pitiful and Karma has been very good to me. I need to pay her a small token of appreciation."

"You are such an interesting find, Wild Thang. A one of a kind."

I smirk at his nickname. "Yes. I won't deny I am unique."

He chuckles as he leans over the side of the truck with the cooler. "And so modest too."

"If it's true, you can say it, right?" My eyes fall to the view of his perfect fucking muscle displayed before me.
Um, um, um.
My hand tingles with an urge to caress it.
It is full, round, tight, powerful.
Thoughts of his fucking muscle in action stir my pent-up passion and in the privacy of the parking lot, it comes to the surface. My pussy lurches, my heart starts to pound, my breathing get shallow and I bite my lip as I run my palms over my hips to ease the sensation.

"That's affirmative." He looks over his shoulder at me.

I lift my eyes from his ass. My face has lost its playful flirting.
You are the man of my dreams, Aurelius Moore.

He sets the cooler down in the truck bed, then moves to stand territorially between me and TD. He walks up until his shirt touches my breasts. His eyes crinkle.

I close my eyes as my tingling palms spread to tingling tits. I hear words whispered so softly that I'm not sure if it's him or my own thoughts. "It's true. Say it!" He is so close I can smell him without inhaling.
His scent is intoxicating.
My nipples tighten and elongate, trying to touch him. My insides are quivering.

"Look at me." His commanding tone makes me open my eyes and I find him smiling down at me. He whispers. "La donna dei miei sogni!" Being this close to his moving lips, my eyes can't resist them.
They are truly exquisite. Incredibly beautiful moving to form his whispers.
I catch glimpses of his tongue behind his teeth.
I like his lips. I would like his lips on my lips.

The urge to push my hard nipples into his hard body or kiss his unsuspecting mouth, makes me lay my hand on his chest and push away gently to keep the little gap between us safe. He reaches up and clasps it. "No." He drags it down his torso and holds it by our sides. Shivers run through me, reconnected. "Don't push me away." His commanding tone and words surprise me. Not because they are commanding, but because I melt with them.
Those lips are made for kissing.
His tongue sneaks out and touches the corner of his mouth. It slides over his lips to the other side, wetting them.
He's thinking the same thing.

"Siri."
My name sounds so sexy rolling off his tongue.

He waits for me to find his eyes. "You are …." He waits again until I focus on his words. "Simply…." He waits again until I'm listening to him. "Stunning." He puts his hand on my chin holding me captive, but there is no need. I am under his control. I squeeze his hand and bring my other one up to rest on his waist.
I'm not going anywhere.

He gently tips my face backward as he steps up touching our bodies. My tits scream with delight and I arch my back pushing them into him. He forces my chin up until my neck straightens. He holds me steady as he repeats the words without hesitating, staring into my soul. "Siri, you are simply stunning." His deep voice drops on the word 'stunning' and I feel … deep down inside where no one has ever been before … I feel myself falling.

With each breath he takes, I feel his essence blow across my face. His eyes become my whole world. He vanishes the gap between our mouths. I can feel his breath caress my lips as I wait for his kiss.

He stops short … not touching them ….

My heart stops beating, listening, waiting, wanting. My lips tingle.

He waits.

All of my senses are on high.

He blows his breath very softly between my parted lips. I feel it caress my tongue.
Fuck! I'm free falling!
I gasp his name. "Aurei." He moans from his throat and a wild urge surges through me. Pushing hard against his hold on my chin, I force my lips to his as his hand slides down my jaw, around my ear, cupping it, controlling me, allowing me to place my lips on his.

His kiss is gentle, soft, and firm, all at the same time.
He tastes as good as he smells.
I hold my lips there drinking in the moment and the sweet sensation. When I release his lips, I lay my head back into his strong hand as my body collapses on him. I stare into his eyes vulnerable and sincere.
I have been looking for you all my life. I had almost given up hope that I would ever find someone who could make me feel this way.

As he reads my expression, he moves his hands. One slides his fingers between my fingers, cinching us tight. And the other, he slides from my ear into the strands of my hair, pulling.
You are a dangerous man, Aurelius Moore.
There is pain and pleasure.
Tears well up in my eyes from both. His eyes focus on them and his expression turns fierce.

Looking into the depths of his eyes, I see uncertainty. I stroke his waist as I smile, confident and unintimidated.
I am not afraid of you. I can handle whatever thunder lies inside you.
I whisper. "Thanks … for the compliment."

"Oh, Siri." He holds me tight with his hands, squeezing my fingers and my hair as he breathes on my face. He closes his eyes and we stand there, silent, quiet, still. I feel him relaxing, releasing his control. I move my free hand to his arm and he slides his hand out of my hair into it. I lean my head on his hand in mine and he cradles it. He sighs, then releasing my cinched fingers, he brings that hand to hold my head too. He tips my face down laying the same gentle, soft and firm kiss on my forehead. Leaving his lips on my skin, he stays to breathe. I rest my hands on his small waist and squeeze him. "You're welcome. I meant it." He draws back and looks at me as if he wants to say something else. I wait. I can see him trying to put the words together. He sighs. Looks away, then back. "You are so contagious." He takes a step back. The fresh air between us breaks the spell. "But we both have to go." He steps around me. I turn with him like a flower follows the sun unable to take my eyes off him. He smiles and winks at me. "Schiavo." At his truck, he reaches for the door handle and my eyes fall to his perfect, golden hand and I see it stopping the elevator again; I feel the power of his seduction; I hear him say, Aurelius and Siri, for the first time; I feel his kiss on my lips and my forehead. My heart starts to soar!
Life feels pretty fucking fantastic!

"Ciao." He starts to climb in, relaxed, smiling that same beautiful smile he gave me the first time I laid eyes on him, but he stops, narrowing his eyes when he sees my mischievous twinkle. "What Wild Thang?"
I love my nickname.
"What are you thinking?"