Blasphemous (Torn #3)(4)
“Come on, Greek McHottie! What’s wrong with you tonight?”
His handsome face contorted with confusion. “Greek McHottie? Like McDonalds?”
So cute. I loved how we never got each other’s jokes. “The girls called you that. Well, all the hot men were McHotties.”
Bass strode over to us, shaking his head, amused at my inebriated state. “I think it’s time to bring my woman home. Can you walk or do you want me to carry you?” He was smiling down at me and I looked at him beneath my lashes as it roved over his hot body.
The simple white shirt looked deadly on him. It showcased his broad shoulders and those ripped arms. He was a hot, walking orgasm. “Bass, do you know how sexy you are?”
He barked out a laugh before returning his happy gaze to me. “I do now.” He held out his hand to pull me up with a tight grip. “Turn around really quick. Your butt is covered in sand.” Bass gently tapped it away while I laughed at his light spankings.
“You can do better than that!”
“Really, we don’t need all the details. We’ll see you lovers tomorrow.” Dimitris waved goodbye before Bass and I started to walk home along the shore.
Every night, I saw the same scenery, but it never fails to take my breath away. It was just so mesmerizing to gaze at the sea with everything dark around you with the only thing illuminating it all was the moon hanging above. It was mysterious, compelling and downright magical. Moments like these left me in awe. The ethereal beauty of nature truly was fascinating. “It’s so beautiful tonight.” I paused, smiling as I took in my surroundings.
I heard him murmur the same sentiment before he lifted me from behind and started twirling me around, laughing. “Bass! You are beyond drunk,” I squealed, matching his enthusiasm.
When he put me back down on the sand, we both sobered up as our gazes locked, drinking each other in with such wonderment and amazement, I instantly felt heady with grappling emotions so profound, I felt like fainting. Time stood suspended as I focused solely on this beautiful creature before me. I had never felt this consuming, terrifying pull towards another man. I felt so connected to Bass in ways I couldn’t even fathom to describe. This fascinating, mind-numbing connection was always there, but I was slowly starting to embrace it instead of being scared by it.
“Dance with me.”
“Here? Right now?” I was ready to make love to him on the spot if he asked it of me.
Bass gathered me in his arms, pulling me close against his chest. “Yes, right here, right now,” he whispered as he looked down at me with such tenderness, I felt somehow guilty.
We were falling in love. Even if neither of us spoke about it, it was blatantly there—growing and simmering—waiting for the right time to explode.
“Listen to our hearts beat as one.” He inched his lips closer to my ear before whispering, “We make our own music, Emma.”
My eyes were shut as I felt his heart against mine as I slowly swayed against the music it played. However my thoughts were elsewhere.
My thoughts were running amuck with doubts. If things went according to schedule, we only had four weeks left before we go back home.
How would we fair then? Will the real world clash against this bubble of fantasy we’ve made for ourselves?
Chapter 2
“Everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.”
- Leo Tolstoy
Emma
We just finished doing our last intense sex scene and we needed to take a break before I had to shoot with Dimitris and Bass together—this was where Angela was caught cheating and the two men had to do a fight scene—when I smiled at oncoming Ants, waving his hand as he approached me.
“Ready for your retouch, Emma?” Ants, my make-up artist, strode over and extended his arm to escort me off towards the tent.
I was about to respond when, out of nowhere, Bass interrupted us. “Can you give us a few minutes? I need to discuss something important and it can’t wait.” He was polite, but it was obvious that he was edgy.
What was important? I frowned when I glanced at his unsmiling face. However, I wasn’t going to question him right in front of the crew and with a great deal of audience working about.
“Sure, anything for you, Mr. Cole.” Ants beamed at him before walking away.
Bass murmured his thanks before he focused his attention back at my confused state. “Follow me,” Bass commanded in a terse tone, without giving me an explanation to his odd behavior.
What is wrong? I thought, frowning as I followed suit. We were walking behind the house. His purposeful strides made me anxious. When he kept on going, past the tall bushes, I was starting to really get nervous. “What’s important, Bass?” I voiced out as we strode towards the acres of olive trees.
After a few minutes more of his odd mum behavior, I was about to protest when he stopped, grabbed me out of the blue and pushed me up against a tree. “This is what’s so important. That scene we just did drove me nuts. I need to be inside you. Right f*uking now, Emma.”
He was being a grump… because… he was horny? Seriously?
“Now? Out here? ARE YOU CRAZY?!” I screeched in a you-have-got-to-be-joking kind of tone. What if someone came by? Sure, it was a little shaded, but it wasn’t a guarantee. Someone could still see us as they passed by, and the horror of being caught having sex in between takes was surely enough reason not to cater with his mad idea.