Blasphemous (Torn #3)(22)
With featherlike gentleness, I reached under his shirt, hands splayed wide, running over his solid, chiseled abdomen. Yummy, I thought, noticing the stirrings in my nether region whilst moaning against his lips as I hooked my leg above his thigh, drawing my hips closer to him. My hands explored the expanse of his torso as our kiss deepened. All the while, his hands rotated anywhere and everywhere from the neck up, sadly. He gave a sexy, turned on hiss when I scratched his nipple.
The naughty me was ready to come out and play.
Bass surprisingly froze when I cupped his manhood and started to stroke it through his boxers. “I’m so ready for you to take me, Bass.” Purring as I took hold of his hand from my cheek and guided it inside my skirt. “Feel how wet I am for you.” I tucked his hand in between my thighs, directly to my lace covered mound. “Touch me,” I whispered seductively into his ear.
“Emma—I love you.” He kissed the tip of my nose before he gave me a straight-faced let down. “But we need to go with abstinence. We have so much to work on with each other and I don’t want anything to confuse us. I want the both of us to experience our love even without sex involved.”
Man, he was really set on going through this. I’m not going to lie and say that I was happy about his decision because, in truth, I wanted ALL of him.
“So, how long do you plan to keep us in frustration?” I asked, petulantly.
“We’ll resume with our sex life when we land in LA. Deal? Also, we can’t relieve ourselves either. Does this sound good to you?”
As if. “Baby… why don’t you sleep on it. Maybe you took a bigger blow than you think, ‘cause there’s just no way I can see this happening.”
He laughed, pulling me close as he wrapped his arms and legs around me. “I love that you and I are on the same wave length when it comes to sex, but trust me on this, my love, we’ll come out with a stronger bond. It’ll be worth it in the end. I promise you.”
I understood his plan, truly and deeply, I did, but my body’s been going on a hunger strike for quite sometime now—that one time where he woke me up didn’t count—and let me just say that I was past ravenous. That vocabulary expired days ago.
This was the new me.
Emma, always ready to slip and slide with Bass Cole. Damn it to hell, but I was proud of it!
I just wished that there were something about him that repelled me a little. If he had some funky body odor, smelly, rot-infested feet, crooked teeth, major earwax problem, farted consistently, bitched about everything in his life, oily faced with a bad case of white and blackheads, or a narcissistic egotistical maniac, THEN it would’ve been an easy task to endure. Alas, he didn’t have a check on any of those. It’s odd that I found him perfect just as he was.
To make him happy, I was going to at least try and see how long I could last, but I already knew that I wasn’t going to survive the entire duration of his allotted timeframe.
Chapter 9
“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
- Dr. Seuss
Bass
“Sweet dreams, babe.” Emma kissed me quickly, before turning her back against my chest, spooning each other.
It was our second night together. I was beyond relieved that we got past that hurdle. BUT, there were still a lot of things left unsaid and I was contemplating if I should bring it up or not.
I was holding her tight, nuzzling that favorite nook on her neck, smelling my favorite scent—her.
“Emma?”
She yawned before responding. “Hmm?”
“You were telling the truth about Jacques, that nothing really happened between you two?”
Emma reached for my hand that was on her hips before she kissed the inside of my palm. “I swear on my parents’ life, babe. Nothing happened with Jacques. We just chatted, that’s all.”
I let out a long breath. “Thank God! I was worried, but if anything happened, I’d rather know now instead of later.”
“Don’t worry, okay? I’m telling you the truth.”
If she only knew how worried I was, she’d probably tease me about it. “Thank you for staying true to me, mentally and physically. You looked gorgeous in that picture, by the way. I barely recognized you.”
“It was all Lander.” She giggled, making me smile. “God, you should meet Dimitris’s mother’s beautician. Imagine a Staff Sergeant meets The Devil Wears Prada. He was scary.”
I owed Dimitris an apology and a big fat thank you for taking care of my woman. For that, I’m in his debt.
Kissing the back of her earlobe, I held her tighter. “I’m glad that Dimitris took care of you. I owe him one.”
“Me, too. I hope he cheers up soon, though.”
I doubt it. If Dimitris felt the way I did for Emma, I doubt there was anything that could be done except make the best of things.
“No more secrets?” I paused, waiting for her to reply.
“None.”
“You know what we really need to work on?” I said out loud, referring to our lack of communication.
“Getting back our sex life?” Emma saucily suggested.
Hell, she was getting difficult by the hour. I bit her earlobe while she grinded her ass against my groin. I groaned with frustration. “Get your head out of the gutter woman.”