Blasphemous (Torn #3)(3)
Sighing, I folded my legs and placed my head on his shoulder, the tip of my nose caressing his soft skin. “How’s Taylor, babe? Is he okay? I know he wasn’t when he left, so I’m curious to know how he’s holding up.”
“Hanging in there, but enough about them, I want to focus on you,” he whispered before sensually kissing me. One kiss was all it took to cease any thoughts. I let out a soft moan as my hands grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him closer. Our little display of affection earlier aroused me to distraction. Right now, I was sure I’d combust if he didn’t soothe my burning body.
“Emma,” Bass whispered with such fevered passion that I almost came. He kissed me deeply as he lowered me onto the bed and my legs instantly parted to accommodate his hard body. This particular position made me love being a woman. There was nothing more amazing than the feel of a man—a well-honed body—atop yours. Dominating, yet passionate, as he set the pace; a man in control, a man who could make a woman feel like she’s the very reason he’s alive, a man who captured you by a simple look alone.
His hands desperately caressed everywhere; hungry, seeking over my clothed form. Jesus, I was losing it. A hungry moan came from him as he pushed himself harder against my mound. The friction was heavenly and I wanted more. My hands slid inside his shirt, stroking his arched back before I sought his nipples, scratching them fiercely.
“f*uk!” he howled with pleasured pain. It was one of the things I noticed that he liked—scratching. “I’m late, but I don’t want to stop kissing you. Stop casting this damn spell on me woman.”
Martin wasn’t going to throw a hissy fit if his godson showed up five minutes late. “No, stay—”
“Tonight. We’ll finish this tonight.” He was slowly unclasping my legs that were clutched around his hips, while his head moved downwards, nipping the valley of my breasts. Such a contradiction. “There’s a party tonight at one of the taverns. It’s Jack’s birthday, apparently.”
Jack, Martin’s assistant. Right. I forgot about that. “What do I get him for his birthday?”
“You need not worry about that. I’ll take care of it. He’s taking donations, as he put it, for his home savings fund.”
Hollywood and their bright ideas. Pretty amazing thing, I guess. “That’s an awesome solution. That’s ingenious.”
His face was close to mine, smiling down at me. “Do get some sleep, my love. You need all your energy for tonight. You might find me insatiable. So be warned.” He kissed me one more time before immediately departing my bedroom and the cottage.
He called me my love, a first from him. I was rolling from side-to-side, bunching the pillow in my arms, hysterically happy. After Carter, I vowed to be cautious about relationships, but being with Bass made me irrational and threw caution to the wind. It was worth it. Feeling this kind of high was addictive. And I was a willing addict.
E
That night, we dined in the tavern before we joined the rest of the crew who had a bonfire party going on.
Bass and I separated from each other and mingled around. Everyone knew that something was going on between us, but nothing had been confirmed. When we were around other people, apart from our friends, we were professional and didn’t do much PDA. However, I always caught Bass glancing my way or giving me a secretive smile. The man truly was the master of melting me to the core.
I was talking to Mo, another actor from the set, when I saw a few women gathered around Bass, capturing him in a circle. The big smiles, the damn annoying giggles and the fluttering lashes were now in place. “You weren’t listening, Emma.” Mo sighed as his gaze followed mine and he kept silent for a minute. “A lot of actors get jealous of him, you know? I’m one of them. We’re good, I like Bass and all, but I can’t help being jealous of his success. At times like right now, though, I feel bad for the dude. He knows you’re watching, but he’s also letting you know that he’s being friendly without telling you directly. Watch as his hands are stuck inside his pockets, his smiles don’t reach his eyes; signs like that you need to see. He’s yours, Emma. You don’t have to worry about that.”
Was Bass really mine? I wanted him to be mine, all mine and that’s fact. “Thank you, Mo. I appreciate how blunt you are. I’m letting myself get used to it.”
“You guys will be fine. You think too much. We should get you some more ouzo.”
Oh, darn. “Why the heck not?” I responded as Dimitris strolled towards us.
Three hours later, I knew I was beyond my usual limit when everything started to double before me. “Dude, I’m seeing two of you.” I started to giggle when Dimitris’s frown looked like it was from a horror house. “Why so serious?” I did my best Joker impersonation before another giggle-fit took over and I was in tears with my butt on the sand.
“YUP! I like Emma drunk.” Mo saluted his Corona bottle at me before emptying it and taking hold of another one.
“If Trista and Lindsey were here, this party would’ve been much livelier.” Damn, I missed those crazies. Looking at Dimitris again, I started to worry. He usually was fun, but now he was just plain depressing. It was odd how Dimitris showed the tiniest interest in me before, but the moment he found out that Bass was after me, he backed away. Bass respected him after that. We got on fine then, but when he started hanging out with us more and dated Lindsey, I considered him a great friend.